11-26-2007, 03:21 PM
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It wasn't shocking that the dog pack live in a house, hell she lived in a zoo, but the shocking thing to her was the taste of unease in the air. She had made the young one emit the strange oder of fear. The smell was bitter and reminded her of things that just needed to be forgotten. Her red eyes gazed on the little one bopping the can again. It rolled and jolted with noise so foreign it was obnoxious. The can continued its roll until it slowly came to a stop thanks to friction. She walked up to it and took it into her mouth, then violently slung it up into the air. Her whole body lurched with the effort, forcing her legs up off the tiled floors, the movement was comparable to that of a coyote trying to make liftoff. It had to have amusing looking but the only reason it wouldn't be noticed is because the can had launched further than herself, up towards the ornate ceiling until it pinged against it before tumbling down. The can was going to hit the floor with a loud clang and India sat there as it did. Bouncing several times before rolling crookedly back to Arkham.
She had grown tired of the conversation about him and his family. By the way he spoke of them she didn't get a feeling he had any real connection to anyone and didn't mind. A special little pup if any she had ever seen. She rose and turned toward the exit, the wind whipping her fur as she poked out her head. The sky had clouded over, making it seem depressing outside. The arctic winds that blew the chill in every year seemed to subside briefly, letting the halo of warmth come back to her. It wasn't the cold really but the wind that ate through her fur. She knew better than to bother the strange yet amusing Arkham once she had spooked him. He was the only real contact she had in a week since the forest that creaked and groaned, the Moaning Wood.
She made her way down the steps slowly and thought it was time to go grab some timid rabbit or squirrel to eat, before she became to weak from hunger. Since it seemed that she hadn't managed to wander into any territories that were bad, hunting wouldn't be looked down upon. She also knew that if anyone here would accept her she had to forget exactly what happened in the old zoo. If anything, she just admitted the problem, so wasn't that a step in the right direction? Wandering around seemed a good idea and she waited for the pup to emerge from the door, and once he didn't come out immediately after her thought she yelled,[/html]
It wasn't shocking that the dog pack live in a house, hell she lived in a zoo, but the shocking thing to her was the taste of unease in the air. She had made the young one emit the strange oder of fear. The smell was bitter and reminded her of things that just needed to be forgotten. Her red eyes gazed on the little one bopping the can again. It rolled and jolted with noise so foreign it was obnoxious. The can continued its roll until it slowly came to a stop thanks to friction. She walked up to it and took it into her mouth, then violently slung it up into the air. Her whole body lurched with the effort, forcing her legs up off the tiled floors, the movement was comparable to that of a coyote trying to make liftoff. It had to have amusing looking but the only reason it wouldn't be noticed is because the can had launched further than herself, up towards the ornate ceiling until it pinged against it before tumbling down. The can was going to hit the floor with a loud clang and India sat there as it did. Bouncing several times before rolling crookedly back to Arkham.
She had grown tired of the conversation about him and his family. By the way he spoke of them she didn't get a feeling he had any real connection to anyone and didn't mind. A special little pup if any she had ever seen. She rose and turned toward the exit, the wind whipping her fur as she poked out her head. The sky had clouded over, making it seem depressing outside. The arctic winds that blew the chill in every year seemed to subside briefly, letting the halo of warmth come back to her. It wasn't the cold really but the wind that ate through her fur. She knew better than to bother the strange yet amusing Arkham once she had spooked him. He was the only real contact she had in a week since the forest that creaked and groaned, the Moaning Wood.
She made her way down the steps slowly and thought it was time to go grab some timid rabbit or squirrel to eat, before she became to weak from hunger. Since it seemed that she hadn't managed to wander into any territories that were bad, hunting wouldn't be looked down upon. She also knew that if anyone here would accept her she had to forget exactly what happened in the old zoo. If anything, she just admitted the problem, so wasn't that a step in the right direction? Wandering around seemed a good idea and she waited for the pup to emerge from the door, and once he didn't come out immediately after her thought she yelled,
Want to walk around a bit?