Post by Jazz (Skat) on Feb 7, 2010 8:07:09 GMT -5
Okay... here it is! owo'
To be continued..? Maybe. I might not finish this xD'
Destruction hung like a repulsive over among the landscape. The torn up human settlements and the ghastly decaying bodies build up the the levels of disgustingness of the city. Although, this land of ruins was far too distraught to be considered a city. The proper term would probably be a 'once-was' city. Human remains were dotted all around in a way which only increased the off-puttingness of the place. Yet bearing all of this in mind, these despicable qualities did not put off two young canids from settling in quite comfortably.
They needn't seek refuge for hours and days on end like some were pushed to due to certain awful circumstances, but merely sheltered in a beaten-down barn. This barn was actually pretty exceptional compared to the ruins scattered around it, and had obviously been well built if it was still standing. Tiles and bricks were missing or broken here and there. But it was a good place to consider home, and fortunately dogs in general aren't incredibly picky. The two mutts lay silently and soundly. Not a sound was uttered, except for a faint snore as their sides heaved up and down. The occasional twitch was detectable, and maybe a little whimper as they did whatever wherever in the dreamworld.
All of a sudden a gust of wind blew the peaceful expressions right off the dogs' faces and their eyes shot open. The larger of the dogs had a build similar to that of a purebred Saint Bernard. He was bulky and massive, and huge jowls hung low to create a rather dopey expression. And that feature combined with his red, sad eyes created an image of stupidity; portrayal of dumb innocence. The fur that coated his muscles was a deep brown and a cream. There were hints of ginger and grey but nonetheless, his main fur colours were brown and cream. He had a slightly torn yellow bandana around his neck with writing almost undefinable. But two words was clear and those words read 'Rescue-dog' which heavily suggested his former career
His companion was a quite deal smaller. He was thin and lithe. This contrasted heavily with his heavy friend and made the two look like a rather odd couple. This thinner dog looked like he had some greyhound blood in him, but his face was thicker. And his paws were unnecessarily large. Around his neck was a collar reading 'Woofer', which implied that this was his name and also implied that he used to be domestic. Obviously, he wasn't now. His owners were probably dead and rotting with the other corpses, or he was abandoned.
Anyway, in conclusion; the two dogs were definitely misfits (whether they were aware of it or not, we don't know) but they happily continued on with life, and contentedly had one goal in mind; survival. The sudden gust of wind that had startled the two had died down a little, and eventually returned to it's neutral state. A small cry uttered from the Rescue-dog and he nudged a little closer to his companion. It was quite an amusing sight how the larger of the pair was the one expressing hints of fear and weakness, while Woofer looked brave and serious, yet failed to disguise his cautiousness. It was a mere gust of wind to break the deadness of the place, yet the dogs made a big deal out of it, thanks to their fear. Woofer could scent the Rescue-dog's worry as if it were blood. He prayed his wasn't that obvious, for he liked to give out a brave impression and disliked cowardice.
Woofer fully got to his paws and delicately approached the entrance of their barn. He peered through the large rectangular hole and observed his surroundings. The coast was clear, and he emitted a tiny 'uff' to confirm this. The Rescue-dog was obviously relieved and bounced over excitedly. This huge change of mood would have surprised Woofer if he didn't know the Rescue-dog so well. As he bounced around light-heartedly, the Rescue-dog's stomach growled more ferociously then a bear would. His companion looked at him carefully, and began to walk away. He too was hungry, and set out to find some food for them both. He beckoned for Rescue-dog to join him, and the big fellow did not refuse and leaped over in a lively confident way.
Did the dog ever run out of energy? Woofer wondered, but the question didn't linger as the smell of food erupted his senses and caused his nostrils to flare. The Rescue-dog began to drool more heavily then usual. Instinct took Woofer over as he approached the small mammal that he had detected. After being wild for a good few moons the two had great instinctive qualities that were good enough to be compared to those of their ancestors the wolves. The unfortunate mammal happened to be a rabbit who was feeding upon a small patch of vegetation. Plants, except for some trees, were hard to find in this place. The rabbit was probably thinking to itself that it was lucky, little did it know that is was about to become the most unlucky creature on earth.
The Rescue-dog struggled to prevent his tail from wagging furiously. Woofer glanced back at him, a little annoyed, but crept toward the rabbit. They were downwind. It hadn't a chance. Woofer could feel that he, too had begun to drool. Hunger crept up in his belly and he knew they were doomed if it growled.
But something else growled. A ferocious sound to break the silence of the hunt. The rabbit was terrified and it's fear was visible as it's fur stuck up here, there and everywhere and it's huge black eyes were widened and sparkling with horror. It frantically hopped away. The Rescue-dog's tail had fallen between his legs and Woofer was curious of the source of that sound. He had a good idea of the growling creature's identity yet he wanted to deny it. His theory was that they were back. His lithe body was trembling as the truth haunted his mind and hung like a foul stench in the air. If it was one of them, he thought timidly, then they are back. They killed all the humans and now it's our turn to die. The Rescue-dog and he stood close together and prepared to face whatever being was approaching. It's footsteps increased in sound as the distance between them decreased.
They both swept their heads round in order to lay eye upon the beast.
They needn't seek refuge for hours and days on end like some were pushed to due to certain awful circumstances, but merely sheltered in a beaten-down barn. This barn was actually pretty exceptional compared to the ruins scattered around it, and had obviously been well built if it was still standing. Tiles and bricks were missing or broken here and there. But it was a good place to consider home, and fortunately dogs in general aren't incredibly picky. The two mutts lay silently and soundly. Not a sound was uttered, except for a faint snore as their sides heaved up and down. The occasional twitch was detectable, and maybe a little whimper as they did whatever wherever in the dreamworld.
All of a sudden a gust of wind blew the peaceful expressions right off the dogs' faces and their eyes shot open. The larger of the dogs had a build similar to that of a purebred Saint Bernard. He was bulky and massive, and huge jowls hung low to create a rather dopey expression. And that feature combined with his red, sad eyes created an image of stupidity; portrayal of dumb innocence. The fur that coated his muscles was a deep brown and a cream. There were hints of ginger and grey but nonetheless, his main fur colours were brown and cream. He had a slightly torn yellow bandana around his neck with writing almost undefinable. But two words was clear and those words read 'Rescue-dog' which heavily suggested his former career
His companion was a quite deal smaller. He was thin and lithe. This contrasted heavily with his heavy friend and made the two look like a rather odd couple. This thinner dog looked like he had some greyhound blood in him, but his face was thicker. And his paws were unnecessarily large. Around his neck was a collar reading 'Woofer', which implied that this was his name and also implied that he used to be domestic. Obviously, he wasn't now. His owners were probably dead and rotting with the other corpses, or he was abandoned.
Anyway, in conclusion; the two dogs were definitely misfits (whether they were aware of it or not, we don't know) but they happily continued on with life, and contentedly had one goal in mind; survival. The sudden gust of wind that had startled the two had died down a little, and eventually returned to it's neutral state. A small cry uttered from the Rescue-dog and he nudged a little closer to his companion. It was quite an amusing sight how the larger of the pair was the one expressing hints of fear and weakness, while Woofer looked brave and serious, yet failed to disguise his cautiousness. It was a mere gust of wind to break the deadness of the place, yet the dogs made a big deal out of it, thanks to their fear. Woofer could scent the Rescue-dog's worry as if it were blood. He prayed his wasn't that obvious, for he liked to give out a brave impression and disliked cowardice.
Woofer fully got to his paws and delicately approached the entrance of their barn. He peered through the large rectangular hole and observed his surroundings. The coast was clear, and he emitted a tiny 'uff' to confirm this. The Rescue-dog was obviously relieved and bounced over excitedly. This huge change of mood would have surprised Woofer if he didn't know the Rescue-dog so well. As he bounced around light-heartedly, the Rescue-dog's stomach growled more ferociously then a bear would. His companion looked at him carefully, and began to walk away. He too was hungry, and set out to find some food for them both. He beckoned for Rescue-dog to join him, and the big fellow did not refuse and leaped over in a lively confident way.
Did the dog ever run out of energy? Woofer wondered, but the question didn't linger as the smell of food erupted his senses and caused his nostrils to flare. The Rescue-dog began to drool more heavily then usual. Instinct took Woofer over as he approached the small mammal that he had detected. After being wild for a good few moons the two had great instinctive qualities that were good enough to be compared to those of their ancestors the wolves. The unfortunate mammal happened to be a rabbit who was feeding upon a small patch of vegetation. Plants, except for some trees, were hard to find in this place. The rabbit was probably thinking to itself that it was lucky, little did it know that is was about to become the most unlucky creature on earth.
The Rescue-dog struggled to prevent his tail from wagging furiously. Woofer glanced back at him, a little annoyed, but crept toward the rabbit. They were downwind. It hadn't a chance. Woofer could feel that he, too had begun to drool. Hunger crept up in his belly and he knew they were doomed if it growled.
But something else growled. A ferocious sound to break the silence of the hunt. The rabbit was terrified and it's fear was visible as it's fur stuck up here, there and everywhere and it's huge black eyes were widened and sparkling with horror. It frantically hopped away. The Rescue-dog's tail had fallen between his legs and Woofer was curious of the source of that sound. He had a good idea of the growling creature's identity yet he wanted to deny it. His theory was that they were back. His lithe body was trembling as the truth haunted his mind and hung like a foul stench in the air. If it was one of them, he thought timidly, then they are back. They killed all the humans and now it's our turn to die. The Rescue-dog and he stood close together and prepared to face whatever being was approaching. It's footsteps increased in sound as the distance between them decreased.
They both swept their heads round in order to lay eye upon the beast.
To be continued..? Maybe. I might not finish this xD'
There might be more if I get more positive feedback. I'd like some criticism too.
haven't been on here for a while, so it was collecting dust in my folders xD thanks again!<3 I'll continue it.