|
Post by juneau on Jan 14, 2010 16:35:21 GMT -5
Juneau looked down at her black paws, covered in sand and let her mind drift with the sound of the tide. Her ears were perked and alert, always listening for danger. Not having shifted in days, she stretched out her muscles and sniffed sniffed tha sand, seeing if anyone she knew had been around recently. It never ceased to amaze her how everything sounded sharper, smelled stronger, and she was amazed at how sensitive her eyes were to the light of the stars. Even with the streetlights messing up the view she could pick out so many stars that she could never see with weak human eyes, then she focused on the moon and tipped back her head and let out a howl that had been building up for almost a week, and she sang. She sang until every burden and fear was gone. Life was good and simple as a coyote, but being human had it's complications. Animals fought for area and the best places to hunt, but she doubted she knew why people fought. She knew little bits and peices of why she would ever want to hurt someone, but the big picture never made sense. Why hurt somone in the first place if you know they're going to get you back? All her confusion, all her worries, everything that made a person want to scream went into her howl as it broke any quiet in the night.
|
|
|
Post by Alex on Jan 16, 2010 23:29:27 GMT -5
Dark chestnut brown paws padded across the wet sand, the soft tide rising around the dog's legs, then receding out into the moonlit ocean. The seabreeze wafted off the waves and ruffled the coarse brown and black fur, and the dog turned his nose towards the ocean, tilting his head back and breathing in the salty scent. Rune's chocolate eyes glassily watched the waves, and he stopped for a moment to admire the scene. The moon bathed the entire length of beach silvery white, and Rune admired the scene.
His flopped ears perked up as a sound drifted across the sand. He turned his head from the ocean and looked down the beach, where he could vaguely make out the silhouetted figure of another canine, the head thrown back to the sky. Rune took a few steps toward the other canine, then lifted his own muzzle and let out a howl of his own.
|
|
|
Post by juneau on Jan 16, 2010 23:45:07 GMT -5
Another howl joined in right as she started to lower her muzzle and let how own song die out. She could tell by the sound that it was a dog, not a wolf or coyote by the sound. She got to her paws and walked towards. With her worries and fears gone on the wind, leaving only her rough confidence. Memory of why she'd been howling was there, but the feelings attached to it were simply that, a memory. She walked toward the dog, her posture not aggressive or completely relaxed, but alert. Her bright green eyes and the blonde and red bits in her pitch black fur stood out in the moolight. "Who are you?" She asked in a simple voice, not giving anything away.
(darnit...short... I can do better. Oh well)
|
|
|
Post by Alex on Jan 18, 2010 19:58:56 GMT -5
The brown and black dog rose to his paws and briefly shook the sand from his pelt before trotting off leisurely to meet the other canine who had begun to approach him. As they closed the distance between one another, Rune's chocolate eyes began picking out details of the other figure. Long legs carried her frame across the sandy beach, and the dog determined that she looked more like a wild dog than anything- possibly a coyote? In the dark, the moon did almost nothing to light up her black coat, but he caught shimmers of light colored blond and red fur as her pelt rippled over muscles. He tilted his head and barked a friendly greeting from afar, waving his tail once to show her that he meant no harm.
As he approached, the Anatolian Shepherd mix slowed his pace until he had stopped a few meters from the coyote. "Hello," he spoke, ears perked slightly forward.
|
|
|
Post by juneau on Jan 18, 2010 22:44:01 GMT -5
"I said 'who are you?'" She wasn't asking in a rude tone, she just didn't like talking to anyone who wouldn't answer the simple question. The way the dog stood and the way he was built was obviously not wild. She wondered what kind of dog didn't show even the least little bit of hesitance. She wondered if this was from confidence, or ignorance. Either way, she was curious to find out what kind of person this dog was. "Hi." She said back then sat and laid her tail over her paws and waited for the dog to answer her question.
|
|
|
Post by Alex on Jan 19, 2010 16:53:17 GMT -5
Rune's eyes narrowed a bit in indignation when the coyote re-asked her question. Sure, he hadn't given her an answer first, but he felt that until he was sure that she wasn't an enemy, his identity might be safest kept secret.
The dog dipped his head in acknowledgment to her impatience and gave his own answer. "I'm Rune, if you're really that inclined to know." He spoke, eyes trained on the ocean before flitting back to meet her gaze. "And you might be?"
|
|
|
Post by juneau on Jan 19, 2010 21:53:03 GMT -5
"I'm Juneau" It was only fair to tell her own name to this dog since he's told her his own. She looked back up at the moon, wondering what side Rune was on. She'd met a few that weren't part of the thieves, and most of the time it didn't end well. She thought of the fights she'd been in and the few scars that marked her arms where sharp teeth had grabbed and claws had scraped her. Luckily, she'd avoided getting any bad injuries on her face and her simple features weren't obscured by scars. "It's a quiet night." She mentioned, realizing that the sounds of the city seemed muted by the waves lapping at the shore.
|
|
|
Post by Alex on Jan 24, 2010 11:04:05 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, Juneau," he nodded, before following her gaze and watching the bright moon slowly creep into the sky from the horizon. It was a near cloudless night, and thousands of little stars twinkled merrily in the sky, winking at him from their heavenly perch alongside the moon. They were a beautiful sight, but from his own traveling experiences far from the pollution of the city, the dog knew that there were a million more stars that weren't showing tonight. But, at least out here by the ocean, it was easier to see them than it was in the heart of the city. He could barely see one from between the skyscrapers and air pollution. It felt like the sky was the lid of a box, trapping him in a small space with no fresh air to breathe. He shuddered at the claustrophobic memory.
"It's a quiet night," he heard Juneau speak up from beside him, and he silently listened to the waves lapping at the shore before replying.
"It certainly is. But it's a peaceful kind of quiet- not the kind that gives you chills, because you're unsure of what might lurk around the corner."
|
|