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Post by angel on Jul 25, 2010 17:13:47 GMT -5
The chocolate coloured bitch padded into what was left of the human village, her only ear twitched in the breeze and she took in a deep breath, allowing the fresh scents to fill her lungs. Life was good now, it had always been good but she enjoyed racing through the land catching her own prey and meeting new dogs. She had even spent some time speaking with a wolverine a few days ago, it had been an odd conversation but she’d enjoyed it never –the-less, she was quite certain the wolverine had never spoken to a dog before. The poor fella had been a bit startled when she’d pounced on him, bawled him over and proceeded to lavish him in sloppy wet licks. In fact he had spent some time trying to bury his powerful claws in her tender flesh, quick witted and faster than the chunky mustelid she’d managed to evade his swings; the wolverine hadn’t been amused and at his first opportunity had made some distance between them, threatening her with violence until she seated herself and allowed general conversation to break through. The pair had talked in to the evening and it was only when her stomach growled that the conversation ended and the two predators broke away. Of course, when he had gone the wolverine had informed her that should he see her again he would have no problems stealing her kill and she had informed him that he would have a fight on his paws.
Swishing her tail idly the kelpie rummaged through some debris, her muzzle picking up dust and dirt as she nosed about through what was left of a side wall. Wagging more ferociously as the scent of a mouse caught her nostrils the female dug her face deeper into the mess, her long tongue sneaking out to brush the grey fur of what she discovered was actually a rat. The fat rodent stiffened, his body tensing in the hope that whatever had touched him would lose interest, but she didn’t. After barely a second had passed her powerful jaws parted and she clamped down on the fat morsel, the rat’s blood sprayed into her mouth and down her throat as she punctured its lungs and heart. The tiny animal gave a horrified scream of pain, as a spasm tore through its body and it died.
Raising her head Angel carried her kill over to one of the more furnished houses. Padding through a crack in the door she stretched her muscles and leaped onto a rusting bed. The mattress was thin and covered with holes but it served as a comfortable dog bed, and Angel couldn’t have been more pleased with the home she had made for herself and her friend Daire. The two dogs had made quite a comfortable home for themselves and tended not to be bothered by brutish thugs or arrogant hounds trying to dominate the land.
Stretching out the bitch dropped her kill between her forepaws and gave the dead rat a good sniff, there’s nothing more satisfying than the scent of a fresh kill. She also suspected the smell would bring visitors – not that it concerned her. Lowering her head the female devoured the prey within minutes, leaving only the bones behind – there was nothing nutritious about bones and while the big ones are fun to chew a rat doesn’t have much to offer. She saved the slimy tail for her Koolie companion. Whenever he chose to return he was more than welcome to the slender delicacy.
Word count: 601
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Post by daire on Jul 26, 2010 8:15:19 GMT -5
It was hot, the sun beat down relentlessly making the whole world seem sluggish. Daire padded quietly forwards, slinking through patches of shade that offered little protection from the midday heat. He was heading towards a large pond, only a slight detour on his route back to the ruined human village. He would stop only briefly before making his way back to lie in the relative cool of the derelict building that he called home.
Reaching the pond he waded up to his belly, sighing contentedly at the feeling of the water in his hot fur. Lapping briefly at the surrounding water he watched as the ripples that he stirred up rolled across the pond, disturbing the still surface and disappearing into the reeds that clustered along the banks. Daire's ears pricked up and he stared intently into the thick cover, there was something there. Most likely it was a bird or possibly a rodent of some sort, both of which the young dog felt were fair game. With one last glance into the reeds he turned and waded back out of the water, pausing briefly to shake, before trotting quietly around the curving edge of the pool. As he neared the stretch of bank that had captured his interest, he slowed down. His steps silent and his head lowered, he focussed his attention completely on the slight rustlings that told him that the skulking creature was still there. Inching forwards he quivered with anticipation, sniffing quietly to try and determine what his anonymous prey was. The thick smell of the muddy pond edge masked any information and, a meter away from his prize he figured he'd take his chances.
Like lightening he shot forwards, hackles raised in excitement as he plunged teeth first into the tall rushes. A brief moment of confusion and then Daire was bounding into the water after the very startled duck that skittered across the pond surface, protesting loudly, it's alarmed call breaking the quiet. Realising his lurching leaps after it were getting him nowhere, he gave a snorting sigh and turned around to wade back to the now trampled reed bed. Pausing to sniff through the smashed and broken plants he gave a doggy grin. His failed hunting attempt hadn't been as fruitless as it seemed, he now knew what animal had been skulking in the reeds and what's more he had even found some food. Unknown to him as he stalked along the bank, the duck was a female and until he'd disturbed her she had been sitting on a clutch of five eggs. As he'd blindly crashed into the reeds, Daire had landed on the nest and two of the eggs had been knocked into the water, their shells cracked. There were still three left however, and the wet dog couldn't help but wag with excitement when he discovered them, muddy but intact. Taking one carefully in his mouth he clambered out on to the bank before cracking it and lapping greedily at the rich contents, eggs weren't something you found every day. Once the meal was finished he leapt back to the nest and carefully picked up the other two, something which took a couple of minutes to accomplish, duck eggs are quite large and it was a hard job to fit both in his mouth without damaging them. Clambering back out he gave a quick shake and set off, tail wagging, his precious cargo held gently between his teeth.
The village wasn't far and he soon found himself trotting gaily between familiar tumbledown houses, not a creature about as he made his way to the cracked door of the home he shared with Angel. As he entered the darkened dwelling he rammed his shoulder into the door, causing it to bang loudly, announcing his presence. To anyone unenlightened it would seem that he was clumsy, but this was a well practiced routine, designed to announce his arrival incase his companion was in. Angel was deaf on her left side, unable to hear as well as other dogs she was therefore easy to sneak up on. Due to this Daire, not wanting to startle her, made sure to make as much noise as possible on entering.
Wagging happily at the bright blue eyes that surveyed him from the bed, he lowered his head and dropped the two eggs before leaping lightly onto the creaking mattress beside Angel 'I brought you a present' he gave a lopsided grin before sniffing cautiously at the rats tail that had obviously been left for him 'I had to have a bath to get those' wagging he took the tail and crunched it up, licking his lips happily once the bloody morsel was gone.
Word count: 1000
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Post by angel on Jul 26, 2010 8:47:31 GMT -5
Laid out on the mattress Angel had allowed her eyes to fall closed. The sun was relentless and it was a relief to laze about in the cool house. Her chest rose and fell gently as she rolled on to her side, fast asleep and dreaming. Her paws kicked out wildly as she raced through mountains and meadows, chasing the ever allusive badgers and rabbits of her dreams. The meal she had just eaten was enough to prevent her dreams from being the usual, hunt and catch dreams of a hunger addled brain. Instead they were dreams of play, wherein she chased but never intended to harm and her quarry knew as much as it raced through trees and bushes. Excitement bubbled in her belly as she came close to catching them, before they gained a sudden burst of speed and shot off ahead again. It seemed to be the best game ever and she would have played it for eternity had the sound of banging not woken her.
Startled awake Angel sniffed the air, her body stiff for only a moment before she realised the sound she had heard was the crash of the old door, a sign that her companion had returned from his hunting expedition – if ever you could call one of Daire’s adventures solely a hunting expedition. She was excited to hear of her friend’s exploits, he always had a fun tale to tell and when she glanced over at him from her position on the mattress he was carrying a mouthful of what she could only imagine were delicious duck eggs. Once their master had given them some chicken eggs for their dinner, and she remembered when one of the dogs had been hurt by a wolf the master had given him some eggs and meat to keep him strong. In her mind eggs were definitely a special meal indeed.
All of the dogs on the farm had grown up as family, aged herding dogs acted as caretakers and all of the young dogs had seen each other as litter mates. As such Angel looked at Daire not as a male companion but as a wily little brother and she made a point to treat him as such. So when the eggs were dropped and she had taken the time to give them a good sniff, you have to appreciate all of the little things in life, she turned her attention to the smaller dog and plonked her paw down lightly on his head. “Thank you, they look delicious.” Her tail beat happily against the mattress as she leaned forward and licked mud off the Koolie’s face. In an odd twist she found herself realising that this was probably why their master didn’t allow them in the house, everyone knows humans can’t use their tongues to clean things and that was probably why it was best for the muddy hounds to remain outdoors. Humans couldn’t participate properly in grooming, and they probably felt ashamed; poor creatures.
“Where did you find eggs?” Lifting her paw off of Daire’s head and leaning round to take one of the eggs in her mouth the bitch cracked it open and lapped up the content eagerly. She hadn’t had eggs in a long time, and remembered from past experience that they were a real treat, not wanting to be greedy she took the second egg and carefully broke it open before inviting Daire to share in the spoils of his adventure. What sort of dog ate without inviting their friends to eat as well?
Word count: 594
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