Sunset's tranquility (open to anyone)

[Seere]

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[atrb=background, oi54.tinypic.com/2vk01hd.jpg] [scrolly:h(315),w(175),sy] ••• Night was quickly blossoming, and as darkness began to fall, Seere became more reliant on using his sense of smell to guide himself around. He padded steadily down the road with an instinctive wariness. The sound of scuttling caught his attention and made him lift his head. Rats, perhaps? Disgusting, disease ridden creatures were what Seere considered them as. Creatures of darkness. Nothing good came from anything dark. Not dark environments and not dark dogs. He was pretentious and refused to associate with darker dogs, and believed that they were only good dead. If he were a more powerful dog, he would be much more dangerous and violent. Despite this, the saddest thing was the fact that his cruel and prejudiced beliefs had been embedded too deeply into his mind while he was an impressionable pup, now he was beyond redemption. The details of his surrounds were beginning to be obscured by shadow, but the sky was a stunning sight. Sunsets. Seere just loved sunsets. He had a very high appreciation for all things beautiful, so of course he fell in love with the sight of the sun slowly falling below the horizon, illuminating the sky in a way that seemed impossible. His eyes never failed to light up in awe. He sat himself down at the edge of the long street, and craned his neck so he could get a better view of the sunset. It was an imperfect view, buildings and other human creations were in the way, but it was worth it. Seere felt calm and happy after this sight. For once he wasn't fretting himself about his appearance or how wrong it was that other dogs failed to recognize the importance of the shade of a dog's fur. In this cheerful mood, he was much more approachable and came across as less insane. On an average day, he tended to be jittery and unsettled. There was so much on his mind. But now all those cares had drained from him. Content, he continued to tread down the street at a tranquil pace. WORD COUNT ;; 346 [/scrolly]

[RAV]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/2cy19bd.png] [scrolly:h(419),w(235),sy] Sunset on Arbat Street. The famous Arbat Street, with all it's graffiti and litter and cracked pavement. It was gorgeous, really, especially to the lone Australian Shepherd who padded gracefully down it's streets. There were a few humans here and there, smoking who knows what. She had been born with humans though, so there was no fear in being spotted by them. And when they did see her, they just observed silently, wondering at her wanderings. Her long multi-colored fur lifted with the slight breeze, and her tongue lolled out carelessly. Her dark brown eyes were sparkling with her spirit. She was, indeed, a spirited canine. Jamaica's triangular ears perked as she reached her destination -- Santa Ria, the broken down Mexican restaurant that had once been booming with business and run by kindly Latino owners. Those Latino owners had taken her parents in, had cared for her and her siblings when they had been newly born. Had even named them as if the litter had been their own puppies, even though they had been strays. Jamaica had been their home country, and, well, so they had named the long-haired puppy in the litter. That long-haired puppy now entered the restaurant as a juvenile adult and member of the Pack of Moscow. The confidence she felt in where everything was made her look like she owned the place. Padding toward the swinging metal doors of the kitchen, she pushed her moist nose through the crack and swung them open, her tail wagging as she spotted a jar of salsa on the counter, with the "pop up" lids that she loved so much. Raising up on her hind legs, she nudged the can with her muzzle, and crash!, it landed on the ground, spreading the salsa across the tile floor. With a toothy grin, Jamaica hopped over and began lapping the delicious food up. When she suddenly got a whiff of something that was definitely not food - rather, it was male. Male dog. Unknown male dog. Fully alert, the young female turned around, ears pricked and tail raised, ready for anything. word count; 350 comments; I love her! [/scrolly]

[Seere]

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[atrb=background, oi54.tinypic.com/2vk01hd.jpg] [scrolly:h(315),w(175),sy] ••• Clank! The sound of a lid hitting the floor startled Seere, who was so caught up in the moment that he had phased out. That sharp yank back to reality was just what he needed, and he blinked a couple of times before deciding to edge towards the source of the noise. He ventured a little way further down the street. A human kicked a stone at him as he padded, hollering 'Suka!' in a shaky, drunken voice. Even from quite a distance away, Seere's keen sense of smell could pick up the scent of alcohol on this man's breath. He wasn't too familiar with the concept, but he did know that it made people do strange things. He was quite observant when it came to humans. A combination of fascination and curiosity. He was born a stray, so had never experienced the feeling of being domesticated, or at least being cared for by a human. Not many of them were still around, there were denser populations dotted here and there about Moscow. But it was quite nice not to have a high population of humans about. Less troublesome. Less worrying. More territory for the dogs to thrive on. Seere was intrigued by the humans and enjoyed watching them from afar, but if they all did leave, he wouldn't mind. In fact, he couldn't name any drawbacks that could come about if the humans vanished entirely from the top of his head! Cautiously, Seere entered a beaten down restaurant. To him, it was just an unfamiliar building filled with different sights and scents for him to investigate. But one scent in particular caught his attention. Another dog. A female one at that. He nudged through the doors that lead to the kitchen to investigate. Posed in a defensive and well-prepared stance was a fellow Australian Shepherd. She was a lot longer coated than he was, and obviously younger. She was standing beside some food. That was why she looked defensive, assumed Seere. 'I'm not here to steal your food, don't panic,' said the male in a tone that was quite neutral. Not threatening and not welcoming. He didn't want to provoke any conflict - fighting was certainly not his forte, but frightening her off wouldn't do him much good either. He didn't want the food, so he didn't really have any other reason to chase her off. Or to even be here! The only thing that drove him to step through those kitchen doors was his curiosity. WORD COUNT ;; 423 [/scrolly]