12-30-2008, 03:36 AM
WC:321
The morning has come, the sun was up from it's nighttime slumber to fill the world with it's bright rays. There was only like four that were up. The rest must have been either still asleep, or hunting for breakfast. The risen sun lit up the fields of flowers, the paths of gravel, and houses of wood. The fields were covered with wildflowers, tiger lilies, and roses. Trees covered most of the area of the home area, but there was a large field, like twenty-two acres of flowers and grass. The gravel paths seemed to be a mixture of stone and sand. Stones obviously small to cause little damage to bare feet, and sand just for a mix. The Dahlia's sure had a strange way to make path's, but it was fine.
The path head straight through the grassy field with the gentle morning breezing going along the side, through the grass make it seem that it was walking on the grass. Seeing that would probably fascinate young pups, but some know how it's done. Walking along the path and stopping at the hill was a young female pup, roughly five months old, stood on the hill that slopes downward to the field as she looked out at the grass. The then walked off the path making a place to lie down. She slowly dropped her body with her front legs crossed. Her left arm touched her right that was covered more than the rest of her body. She clothed her right arm with an old long tee-shirt sleeve, which was tied to her arm. When her left paw touched her right arm, she just remembered how she got such a scar on it. It was a massive infliction that she hid it away from other's eyes. Not even Cercelee asked about it. She closed her eyes at the thoughts about getting that scar and the event when one month old.
The morning has come, the sun was up from it's nighttime slumber to fill the world with it's bright rays. There was only like four that were up. The rest must have been either still asleep, or hunting for breakfast. The risen sun lit up the fields of flowers, the paths of gravel, and houses of wood. The fields were covered with wildflowers, tiger lilies, and roses. Trees covered most of the area of the home area, but there was a large field, like twenty-two acres of flowers and grass. The gravel paths seemed to be a mixture of stone and sand. Stones obviously small to cause little damage to bare feet, and sand just for a mix. The Dahlia's sure had a strange way to make path's, but it was fine.
The path head straight through the grassy field with the gentle morning breezing going along the side, through the grass make it seem that it was walking on the grass. Seeing that would probably fascinate young pups, but some know how it's done. Walking along the path and stopping at the hill was a young female pup, roughly five months old, stood on the hill that slopes downward to the field as she looked out at the grass. The then walked off the path making a place to lie down. She slowly dropped her body with her front legs crossed. Her left arm touched her right that was covered more than the rest of her body. She clothed her right arm with an old long tee-shirt sleeve, which was tied to her arm. When her left paw touched her right arm, she just remembered how she got such a scar on it. It was a massive infliction that she hid it away from other's eyes. Not even Cercelee asked about it. She closed her eyes at the thoughts about getting that scar and the event when one month old.