The Night Before The Next Day

[lennox]

[bg=black][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Dry land. Lennox had never thought much of the street traders back when they mattered, but now in his hour of need their workplace gave him comfort on what had been quite a miserable day. His nose told him he was less alone than usual. He hadn't been here before but compared to places passed, this was quite the setup. 12 sheltered storage areas, with an obvious space for makeshift stalls. Just like the kennels, but a bit more open plan. A sandbag was his bed for the night, a good find indeed. With a decent view on his surroundings and what so far appeared to be the best bed he'd had in a good few days, it seemed that things were ending on a high. Bedtime could only mean one thing and before drifting off to a greater place, his mind raced with thoughts old and new. The scent of bitch had him snarling with cool, a modern day John Travolta. Interested, but taking it easy. The cool approach faded fast and in no time he was asking the same old questions. Why times a thousand. He should be settled now. A female, a family, a purpose. He liked his life because he said he liked it, he said he liked it because he did. He was happy to believe it when it suited but on nights like this the doubt crept in. He knew deep down that he had a lot more to offer. Skills long forgotten could surely be remastered with enough time spent. Compared to the critters of his past, he was a cut above. At least thats how he'd always seen it. Thinking otherwise for too long could spell disaster. He wasn't a bad guy, he knew this, but he'd been far from good at the same time. Many a jest was served with venom and those who knew it could spot it a mile off. He'd followed the crowd and often lead it, knowing inside was better than out and a happier time to be had. Tomorrow he may not be so lucky. No, Puff Daddy, its not all about the Benjamins. Its about survival. Lame squirrel with a side order of box turtle,served within walking distance of an all you can drink pond water buffet. He let out a lulz at the picture in his mind. Stupid squirrel. His mind was slowing down now, the fact that lunch was ready to come out the other end didn't phase him in the least. Now was sleepytime. He scanned the near empty Hotel de Dogue once more. He assumed not many came through these parts this time of year. With a sigh to end the day,he settled down to ....... Typical Lennox. Falling asleep mid-sentence. Word Count - 460 OOC - ...

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[Typhoon]

[bg=738fa2][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] Dainty paws touched the surface of the earth soundlessly as she trotted along the worn down paths that etched their way through the small human huts. She hadn't meant to come this far. She had been on the trail of another canine, one she didn't recognize. Then, before she knew it, bam! Here she was. Back in this foul, disgusting place. Oh, how she hated the humans. Or at least what they once were. Now, they were tolerable. Doidle snickered to herself as she passed what remains were still rotting away in the sun, quickening her trot. When the small terrier turned the corner, entering a large stable area, her feet stopped moving the direction she had wanted them to go, turning on their heels quickly, sending up a small cloud of dust. The frantic look on her face showed her fear all too well as she lept around the corner, stopping mere feet from the place she first saw the slumbering beast. It took a few moments of quickened heart rate and fast breathing until she got control of herself, scowling at the entrance. A low, squeaky growl rumbled in her chest, tiptoeing towards the corner. Doidle peeked around slowly until her eyes focused on the canine within. Her muscles urged her back, but she refused, appearing as if she was having a small seizure. She huffed silently to herself. How dare this stupid mutt scare her like that. He will have to pay. She surried around the corner and right up to the wide dog, teeth bared, shouting at him. "Ey, you! Wake up you lazy, o'ergrown mutt! Wuteryou doin' 'ere. You Metnal? Eh? Eh?" Her voice was squeaky and shrill and her body bounced from side to side, the excitement and anticipation of whats to come clearly unable to be controlled within her small frame. ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ WC ✿ 306 Mongrels ✿ Lennox OOC ✿ ...

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