01-11-2008, 01:37 AM
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It was far from often that a puppy felt big, towering, or noticeable, especially in comparison to others. Everyone seemed to be so big, so grown-up, and a hill that went unnoticed by one, tended to be a mountain. He was old enough to not be so small and insignificant feeling, but when he walked through the Concrete Jungle, it was as though he was walking into the past. The walls of buildings, crumbling frames with broken windows and collapsed roofs, seemed to loom over him ominously in the shadows. His height, which had much improved over the past few months, seemed to be nothing.
The streets were littered with remnants of the once great structures, and various other objects that he did not know the name of, yet. Wood, stone and glass poked at and crunched beneath his over-sized paws as he moved, and he would occasionally flinch as something dug into the paws. A particularly sharp piece of glass stabbed into the pad of the appendage, and he raised it to his violet-hued eyes. Rather than frown, pout, or whine - whatever it was that most kids would - he just looked at it indifferently, before gripping the glass between his front teeth. With a smooth, fluid pull, the small piece of glass was freed from him, and he spat it to the side.
He had been about to move on, when the sound of something reached his ears. Well, someone. He looked around anxiously, before jogging off into the general direction. To his surprise, however, he came face to face with an even darker area, where things were obviously not right (but, then, what was right in that place?). There was the soft, repetitive dripping of water, along with the skittering of rodents in the shadows, and the male frowned. Would he have to go through that in order to see who else was there?
Maybe. With a sigh, he quickly darted through, emerging on the opposing side.
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It was far from often that a puppy felt big, towering, or noticeable, especially in comparison to others. Everyone seemed to be so big, so grown-up, and a hill that went unnoticed by one, tended to be a mountain. He was old enough to not be so small and insignificant feeling, but when he walked through the Concrete Jungle, it was as though he was walking into the past. The walls of buildings, crumbling frames with broken windows and collapsed roofs, seemed to loom over him ominously in the shadows. His height, which had much improved over the past few months, seemed to be nothing.
The streets were littered with remnants of the once great structures, and various other objects that he did not know the name of, yet. Wood, stone and glass poked at and crunched beneath his over-sized paws as he moved, and he would occasionally flinch as something dug into the paws. A particularly sharp piece of glass stabbed into the pad of the appendage, and he raised it to his violet-hued eyes. Rather than frown, pout, or whine - whatever it was that most kids would - he just looked at it indifferently, before gripping the glass between his front teeth. With a smooth, fluid pull, the small piece of glass was freed from him, and he spat it to the side.
He had been about to move on, when the sound of something reached his ears. Well, someone. He looked around anxiously, before jogging off into the general direction. To his surprise, however, he came face to face with an even darker area, where things were obviously not right (but, then, what was right in that place?). There was the soft, repetitive dripping of water, along with the skittering of rodents in the shadows, and the male frowned. Would he have to go through that in order to see who else was there?
Maybe. With a sigh, he quickly darted through, emerging on the opposing side.
Hello.
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