Post by CUR on Aug 16, 2010 6:39:20 GMT -5
...That Anyone Could Have!
this is what you mean to me
The day was only just beginning and even the sun had not yet fully risen from its rest. The word was lit a blue-gold color that would only brighten to nearly-blinding by noon at the latest. Birds were perched in the trees singing a variety of songs and it was difficult to distinguish them by sound as dozens called out from all sides. In this lush green paradise three dogs were trotting through the foliage on their way to the Indian camp.
Vice was leading the way since he had decided he wanted to show his two new friends the most amazing human settlement he had thus far laid eyes on. He couldn't be sure whether or not they would be impressed but he was certainly hoping they'd at least think it had been worth the trip out of their dusty old factory.
Only yesterday he had encountered the two huge Rottweiler bitches, both strong and supple with midnight black coats and mahogany rust markings. Their short bobbed tails had caught his eye as well as the fact that, being of the same breed, they both looked almost exactly like his father. In a strange way that was helping him come to terms with his twisted past and make peace with who he was. It was a long and difficult road, but they were helping him as much as he helped them, it was just harder for him to express such things. He'd been taught that feelings are nothing, not to be talked about and silly fivolities to be pushed to the back of the mind so one could focus on the more important matters of survival and hierarchy.
The faint smell of smoke finally caught the black and tan mutt's attention and he froze momentarily, nose to the air and body pointer-still. Turning ever so slightly west he began to trot, snorting to clear his nose and catch any new scents that may alert him to the presence of other dogs, which often lurked around this area. His companions were keeping pace with him but he didn't want to tell them what they were coming to just yet- it was to be a surprise. Before he realized it, they were bursting out of the bushes and into a clearing and he skidded to a stop just past the brush, four paws planted squarly in the short grass. Before them loomed several structures made of animal hide- that of large herbivores. Tall, tanned humans looked up as they heard their camp dogs beginning to bark in a reserved but friendly manner- the people were dressed in handmade clothing and many sat making food or tools for the hunt.
Turning to Lumina and Luminos, Vice grinned and asked brightly, "So... whattaya think?"everything i'll never be
