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The grass was left damp from a recent drizzle that had come and gone. The river was full of sparkling silver fish as they swam with the current. The sun was shining and there were only a few white puffy clouds in the light blue sky. The trees were green and lush as they sprouted new leaves and buds that beautiful flowers were beginning to pop out of. He grass was soft, slick, and as healthy as ever in the spring time. Green juniper bushes were beginning to grow their juniper berries. Red berries popped out of some bushes while flowers colored some more of them. The dampened earth shone as the golden rays of sunshine beamed down on the wet plants. The sound of birds could be heard and even the sound of crying hatchlings begging their mothers to feed them. The trickling of the stream could also be heard over the voices of the birds. Yes, the stream was relaxing. It was a wonderful sound that made almost everyone relaxes. But it was an extreme disadvantage to be relaxing and listening to nothing but the stream if a surprise attack came. But it was a good place to clam down when you were enraged or upset about something. And then there were the clouds to watch pass by on a day like this. The puffy white evaporated water in the sky. They were fun to make shapes out of or just watch as the wind blew them slowly by as if they were weighed tons. They moved so slowly some dogs could get impatient with them. But of course they were changing every second. If a dog saw something and pointed it out, it would be gone before the other could see. But cloud watching couldn't always be fun.
A heap of black, white, and brown fur lay in the shade of a tree, looking like a blob of fur. The fur looked like Siberian husky fur yet, it couldn't have been. It came out the same way and it was the same materiel and thickness that husky fur was. Two pointed ears stuck out of it that also looked like a Siberian husky's. A long tail was also part of it that was slightly shorter then a husky's. Also shorter then one. It looked like a shepherd's tail. Then, a face emerged from the heap of fur. It looks like a long husky type snout. It was white until it came to his wet, black nose. And then there was the color of it. The whole face was white with a silver tint. Brown eyebrows were the only thing that wasn't silvery white. But what was this? There was a small dent on the left eyebrow. Silvery white muzzle opened to reveal shining razor sharp fangs. These teeth were pearly white and shone in the sun until the yawn was over and teeth were invisible again. Then, two eyes were opened and they came to be mismatched. The left eye was light, sky blue while the right one was a dark reddish brown. The furry creature rolled onto the wet grass, legs sprawled out now. Silvery white legs they were. Huge paws twitched slightly as the dog was finally dreaming again. Dagger sharp lack claws stuck out of the giant paws like swords just waiting to cut. Huge muscles showed that these legs were strong and had great stamina. The bosy was just as bulky. The body looked more like a shepherd's then a Siberian husky's but the legs were more like a husky's. These facts show that this dog was a Siberian husky German shepherd cross.
No movement was seen except for slight twitching of paws and tail. The Siberian Husky German shepherd heeeler mix was sound asleep and dreaming. What was he dreaming about? His past. This young male had an interesting past. Right now, he dreamed about his old man. He dreamed of how much he hated the malamute heeler. And the way he had tried to kill Zenith. And the pride he felt when the bastard was dead.. Ever since the day that his training had began, he had been miser able. But he avenged his mother’s death and everything was okay now. That's where the dent above his left eye came from. He had fallen 15 feet and dented the bone when his father tried to kill him. His mother wasn’t there. But somehow, the Siberian husky German shepherd was able to make his mother believe him that his father had done this. He always missed his mother since he had one sibling that was stillborn and his father was his mentor only and his mother was dead. But he escaped one day but his father killed his mother, then Zenith killed his father. and here he was today, fit and healthy. He'd never find that place and never know his accomplishments. The two had had such a tight companion ship. They had been best friends at the time. Once he found out, he would probably not forgive or definatly not forget. He would always feel betrayed but still be extremley happy if he met up with his old friend. It would be a happy moment, and he did not show happiness very much. He loved the feeling though. He had always loved it but the feeling was a treat to him.
Suddenly, the different colored eye opened again. A sigh was pushed from Zenith's lungs and out of his muzzle as he licked his dry lips. He was lazy right now though and just laid down in the grass, his jaws just gaping in a giant yawn again. But soon, his thirst overcame him and he lifted is head. The male lifted the front of his body with no effort and then the back. He stretched each one of his strong limbs and then he walked lazily over to the river, lowering his head and tilting his ears behind him to make sure there were no dogs. He stretched his pink tongue out and curled it, dipping it in the cool water like a bowl and scooping up some water and bringing it into his mouth. He repeated this until is thirst was quenched. Zenith sat down by the river, watching the fish as they passed. He was hungry but didn’t have a taste for fish. He hated the stuff so much. If he was starving an forced to eat the scaly creature, then he would just die. He never swallowed it even in desperate times because he couldn't. It tasted so bad that he just couldn't swallow it. The watery taste it left in his out was terrible and the squishy feeling of it made him sick to his stomach. Zenith sighed once again, pondering on what he should do with his life. He couldn't just sleep, eat, and drink. It wasn’t good for him and his legs itched to carry him quickly across a flat surface or over a hill. He couldn't just run as a hobby. He had to actually do something. Something interesting had to happen in the shepherd life right now. But what? What could happen that was not normal? But then, something came to mind; Misericordia. He could challenge them. But he would need practice and he would need to get in better shape. That was his goal now. Take over the Demon dogs.
Zenith's head shot up at the idea and a grip crept across his face. Training was the subject now. Exercise. It would be hard after he had wasted most days sleeping. But he remained fit and was still bulky. He got to his paws, flexing each one as he got ready to sprint. They each cracked to release the bones from their tight spots and then he was ready. Zenith placed one forepaw in front of him, one forepaw where it usually was, and hind paw behind his forepaw, and one hind paw in back of him. He tensed, feeling energy rush through him as h thought of being alpha male of the Misericordia. He suddenly burst into action; he started out slow but began to gain speed. He gained speed until he was a black and white blur. The brown wasn’t visible in this blur. Zenith hurled across the grass, paws moving so fast you couldn’t tell where they were. He took wide strides to stop himself from tripping and also just to go faster. All of his muscles including his heart were begging him to stop but he pushes on, starting to pant. He made a sharp turn, ripping his pad slightly but her put up with that too. He raced back to where he ha been before. Zenith only ust made it when his legs ached so bad that it just fell like they gave out from under him. His fell to the ground, grunting as he hit. That was a tiring run. He was panting so hard that he couldn't hear anything but his own breathing. It wasn't good to be this hot. Zenith knew that and he got to his trembling paws, walking wearily over to the river. He stepped into the water, going low enough so he could lie down and the water would cover all but his head. But his head had to go under too. Before he lay down, he backed up and then plunged into the water, splashing around like his limbs couldn't go any further. He was totally wet now and swam back to shore, feeling the wind cool his wet body.
Now, it was about time to find members for his new pack. He couldn't aford to sleep any longer. He had responsibilatties.
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« Reply #1 on Nov 25, 2006, 10:44am » | |
The brute trotted along with many thoughts on his mind. He was not paying attetion where he was going until he ran into a tree. " Crap!" he said a little louder then he planned. He looked around and saw another dog. Looks like a husky mix he thought. The male panted, he was hot. curse this stupid Malamute fur he thought, why can't we have short hair. He looked back away from the husky mix for mintue then looked back. His massive paws carried him closer to the other brute. He is wet he thought. Sounds like a good idea he thought, but he pushed the thought away just as fast as it had come. He stopped at a bush a few feet away from the other dog and layed down. Tounge hanging from his mouth. The bush provided a little shade but not much. He decided to watch the brute and see what he was up to.
((not much muse))
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