To Once Know Your Self.[Open]

[kcx]

It had been over two years since he had been back to his own territory. But then again, who could have blamed him? The large massacur happened but not two years ago, as stated before, and his mind rattled on how it happened, that voice still echoing and rattling his brain. It tormented him, to say the very least. As if it would not torment anyone else, as the days and nights carried on from that fateful day, when all the humans of the island became extinct, gone, terminated. Killed off by those of whom decided that they were not worthy of being helpers to those who could not do such things on their own. It was strange now, to come to a place so barren, something so much of a wasteland that you would never thought to be possible in the first place. Then again, the future was strange in many ways.

The black and white Siberian Husky gave a sigh, his ears twitching slightly as he listened to the many sounds of the afternoon sun. He had just eaten, if no one could guess from the red blood stains on the bottom jaw of pure white fur that now seemed to be turning pink. A usual thing for him self to think about after every meal. He had had a rabbit just before he came, with no doubt of anything in between. He drank some water, sure enough he did. But that was it, and he knew needed something else sooner or later, or he would soon perish. His oddly colored eyes - the left seeming a light blue, the other, a dark brown - looked wearily around for any signs of movement. A scar bore over his left eye, obvious to the fact that he had gotten at this very place before he scattered some two years ago. Strange, to think about these things now a days, was it not?

"I need a better hobbie," the male sighed in his some what ruggish voice. Truly, he thought he did; without one, he would be coming back here until he day he died, with his own luck and traveling. He was a loner as of currently, so no where was where he normally needed to go when the times came for when he did not need food or water, or a place to rest for the time being. Like he never needed it then, but still, it was to be. And as if he were going to find a pack in his own state of this. He was a true loner, as many thought him to be one they laid eyes upon him.

White paws, traveled the dusty cold ground. Though there was not enough snow on the ground already, the sun made it warm up ever so slightly. It felt great, personally, if it were not for the coat he wore during the winter. It was thick when it became cool enough, and when it was hot, he always wished there was someone to brush him like the olden days, where this stuff rarely bothered him as much as it did now a days. Paranoid, he finally seemed to be around others, both of his own kind and of different species. Something to joke about, the male gave a slight chuckle as he leasurly walked through the old main street of the town, little snow piles here and there with constant debris from the now falling apart houses. Heh, as if it could get any more terrible. Could it?

The male, simply for the mean time, could only begin to stick his nose in the houses and other such buildings lying around, where pieces of it had either fallen off or had rotted away Or, in some cases, it could have been both, for one sake or another. Nothing seemed to inhabit this place, as far as he could tell. Unless a female had pups in one of this old abandon shacks and she was either here or away, or about to have some or something of the matter, no one would mind. This was no man's land, simply to put it and everything else together for the fun of it. Was it not just anyone else's land? Or could there have been something more probable to this all?

[mickey]

The black and white mutt traveled through the land that he had loved. Not the people, just the land. Those people had it coming to them. He hadn't been here for the longest time. He had been trying to leave the horrid memories of his life behind. All it did was bring him pain and heartache, only reminding him of his lost siblings. There was nothing here for him, but for some reason it felt so right to be there. It was sad. There was no laughter of children playing around, no women enjoying their time together. He shook his head, trying to rid his mind of those sympathetic thoughts. They were humans, they were horrible. He just missed the sweet human company he used to have. There was nothing he could do about it. He would just have to get used to it.

The mutt soon pulled himself to a stop. His large brown eyes scoped out the region in front of him. He just let out a sigh as he sat down on the hard ground. The sun warmed his body, and tried it's best at warming the ground below his body. There was a faint growl that came from his stomach. The last thing he had eaten was a small squirrel, and that was quite some time ago. His pink tongue soon hung from his mouth, dry and aching for some moisture. His mouth soon snapped shut as he could have sworn he heard something. Maybe it was just the hunger and thirst eating way at him, taking his mind away. "My mind is just playing tricks on me..." He grumbled.

There was so many better things he could be doing right now. With a huff he pulled himself to his paws, slowly starting to make his way through the once filled village. It was so quiet and lonely here. There was really no hope for this place. It was only a place for loners and nothing more. Not much use came from it. The mutt looked around, hoping to catch sight of something. Whether it be food or another dog. He just shook it off his body like it was nothing. Running into other dogs could be dangerous. It seemed like everyone was just looking out for themselves these days. There was a little breeze, and the mutt let out a loud sneeze. He bent his head down, rubbing his nose on his leg to chase away the irritation.

He looked over his shoulder, looking back at the old buildings. His gaze soon went staight ahead, and he trotted up to a fence, standing on his hind paws to rest the front ones on the wood. In some places the little fence was missing a board, some of it was rotted and unsturdy, but he managed to rest ever so gently on it. The mutt rested his black and white head on the fence, admiring the house before him. He missed living in a house, sheltered from all the horrible things around him. He missed the city, but there was no way he was going back. It was far too late. He just wished that on that day he was taken he would have stayed a closer to his owners.

Then maybe life wouldn't be so bad.

[kcx]

Another day, another dollar.

Now where had he heard such a quote before in his little five year life? While usually being alone for most of his days, he couldn't help but have more time to think. Thinking too much was a strange as often as now. He knew his only job was protect him self at the moment. Sure, he was in a pack. But being as the Alpha was gone, and close to none was in the pack anyway, he had learned to only go and check upon it, make sure it was theirs still. Marking the territory, to sum it all up. It was easy as killing a pup when it couldn't fight back on it's own, to put it plain and simple. Not like he could do such a thing; older dogs, sure. They usually had a reason for being killed, as it was the normal way of life. As for pups, well, there were lesser reasons for their own demise.

The brute gave a slight sigh as he backed out of yet another broken down house hold, many supplies needed for a family still lying around. A pan lying on the dirt floor seemed to have been used as a defense weapon for what had happened only a couple years ago. Had it really only been that long since the human's ahniliation? That thought made him quite surprised from time to time. He was only five, three when the such thing had happened to the humans. Sure, he was almost gotten over it now, though the ringing of his little girl's screams, as well as many other's, as dogs attacked them, well, that just gave him something for nightmares to keep him from dreaming.

The fences that were around the small little town were old and broken down; all were supposivly used for an animal of some sort, weather they were dog, cat, mouse, rat, chicken, you name it, they were probably kept there. Idiotic enough the case may be, but he had roamed enough of the town before the extermination to know what kind of animals the two leggers kept in these sorts of places. Cruel as well as it might have been, but these things kept the dogs on the up side, as plenty of wild chickens and horses roamed the land for them to consume, a new species - or at least he could have sworn it was new - of chicken arriving from the such. Things were seeming to consume up, were they not?

He could have almost sworn that he had looked through every nook of this place one hundred times over, yet felt that everything was almost knew to him in a way. Many strange noises usually resided here, though, for only but a moment, he could have sworn that he heard someone talking not too long ago, while he was venturing. At first he thought him self to be crazy, that he had been by him self for too long. Though, finally, a movement and a smell had caught is attention. He was only near a few houses, some with wooden fences either in front of in back, or in many cases both. He was soon to reach a stopping point and head back to the territory a figure pouncing onto the top of the fence took him by slight surprise. He was close to rounding a corner of which he saw it at, and almost he had a heart attack. He said nothing, though after a moment stepped forward, a slight rumble coming from his chest in warning that he was there.

"Who the hell're you?" he couldn't help but question, the big brute did in fact do, his oddly colored eyes watching wearily. He was only startled; that fact that someone could have come up on him any time like that astonished him. Though the other dog, of which it seemed gazing off - a male no likely it smelled of - seemed harmless, though in fact it could change in an instant.

[mickey]

There was something eerie about the town. It was sad to know that this place was supposed to be filled with happy people, but now it was empty. Only thing here now were the empty houses from which happy people used to reside. The brute didn't like thinking about this. Sure, his owners did deserve what they got, but not everyone. What about the children? He shook his head, letting out a growl as he tried to get rid of some moe sympathetic thoughts. He just couldn't help but imagine this happening to his own family back in the city. The thought killed him inside.

The wind slowly picked up, and he heard some leaves swish around on the ground. His brown eyes admired the building before him, almost hearing the sounds of the humans that once enhabited this village. This made his white hair stand on end, made his heart thump faster under all his fur inside his chest. His ears tingled with the silence that rang ever so loudly. It numbed his body, and the brute did his best to shake it off, try to focus on a sound far off. He didn't want this town to haunt him and make him crazy. It was the last thing he needed at a time like this.

"Who the hell're you?" The words rang through his ears. He turned his head, looking over his shoulder at the dog. This was loner territory if this canine was part of a pack. The black and white brute dragged his paws from the fence, looking at this unfamiliar canine through wide brown eyes. "I'm Mickey. Who in the world might you be?" He shot back, his black and white fur bristling, adding to his already large build. He didn't want trouble, didn't want to start anything he couldn't finish, but he had to keep his guard up. Maybe if he played his cards right he could use his cunning skill to snake himself out of this.

This just surprised him. He thought he had heard something earlier, but promised it was just his mind playing tricks on him. The brute just realized he could have been dog food.He knew he couldn't trust any canine that crossed his path, unless they were part of his pack. This canine didn't smell like anyone he had ever met, a strange and strong scent pouring off his fur and into the bristling brute's nose. He was careful not to show any teeth, keeping his mouth out of the shape of a snarl.