07-21-2012, 10:06 PM
He was lost.
Really no doubt about it, everything around him was... Forest. Trees everywhere. For a city boy, being stuck in a place like this was horrifying; He could threaten men ten times his size for money, sure, but what should he do, say, a bear or other fierce, wild creature was tracking him?
He had no idea.
No look at yourself, Harv, ol' boy... Went and gotcherself lost, y'did! The red merle canine muttered to himself.
Harvey Butler was a tall creature of fit built, hair choppy in the back while it fell to at least his neck up front. He was predominantly a copper toned colour, with blotches of red and brown, the accents covering him dressed in white.
His brown and blue eyes searched for a way through, but he decided it best to sit and rest, his legs growing tired as he explored this new land, all in dreams of starting a new life away from money and murder...
The Australian Shepherd sat on a rock, stretching his legs and sighing heavily. A padded hand came up to scratch at the scars on his chest, acquired during his time in the British 'gang'.
It wasn't like the gangs that were wiped out along with the humans, consisting of hand signing hoodlums and spray painting wannabes. This was more like the mafia, a family and close friend ran collection of high status males. There was money, reputation, and bloodshed...
He just wanted to put it all behind him now.
Though as he sat there shaking his head, Harvey was in a worse predicament than wanting to forget his history.
So... He sighed, What now...?
((Word Count: 278))
Really no doubt about it, everything around him was... Forest. Trees everywhere. For a city boy, being stuck in a place like this was horrifying; He could threaten men ten times his size for money, sure, but what should he do, say, a bear or other fierce, wild creature was tracking him?
He had no idea.
No look at yourself, Harv, ol' boy... Went and gotcherself lost, y'did! The red merle canine muttered to himself.
Harvey Butler was a tall creature of fit built, hair choppy in the back while it fell to at least his neck up front. He was predominantly a copper toned colour, with blotches of red and brown, the accents covering him dressed in white.
His brown and blue eyes searched for a way through, but he decided it best to sit and rest, his legs growing tired as he explored this new land, all in dreams of starting a new life away from money and murder...
The Australian Shepherd sat on a rock, stretching his legs and sighing heavily. A padded hand came up to scratch at the scars on his chest, acquired during his time in the British 'gang'.
It wasn't like the gangs that were wiped out along with the humans, consisting of hand signing hoodlums and spray painting wannabes. This was more like the mafia, a family and close friend ran collection of high status males. There was money, reputation, and bloodshed...
He just wanted to put it all behind him now.
Though as he sat there shaking his head, Harvey was in a worse predicament than wanting to forget his history.
So... He sighed, What now...?
((Word Count: 278))