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Joined: Feb 2008 Posts: 57 Location: Camp Pendleton Karma: 10
I come « Thread Started on Jun 10, 2009, 4:31pm »
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.x. It had been a long day, frought with imparilous nothingness. Rain covered everything of intrest, and the place smelled of people. This just kept getting better. At this rate, Dakoda would be suicidal by the time he found a way out of the rain.
.x. He had been traveling for days, and was bored out of his mind. He had yet to find some poor soul out in the rain to torment. He had yet to find food, and he had yet to find shelter for himself. He was ready to just sit down and howl, as well as a doberman could pull off after years of single trait breeding. But, he would not.
.x. Instead, he continued walking and found his way to a bench on the side of the street. Looking at it with a cross fascade, he sighed and slid himself under it. It was a tight fit for a dog his size, and barely kept him out of the rain, but he did it anyway. Laying his head on his paws, he let out another sigh and decided it was better than anything.
.x. His head tilted to the side as he started to drift off to sleep. He would be easily awakened and was not worried about being snuck up on. He was as confortable as a lion surrounded by mice. He had no reason to believe he was in any danger.
.x. Dreams filled his head, much unlike what people like to believe about dogs. Standing at the edge of a cliff, cat in mouth, Dakoda was being chased. He looked down the rocky edge, then looked back over his shoulder at the giant tabby that had been chasing him. Jump, or be eaten by catzilla... choices choices...
.x. Such odd dreams for a dog to have, but they where dreams he had almost daily. Only this time, his dreams where inturupted by something off in the distance, and he slowly stirred to awakness.
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