Post by Dingo on Apr 24, 2007 15:47:31 GMT -5
The day dawned in a hazy fog rolling off the water, its thick blanket obscuring the wharf in a veil of monochromatic color. In the midst of this haze, the stout outline of a canine could be seen, a mere sihlouette that could hardly be seen. In truth, Quinn was not a large dog, hardly what others might call a "prime" specimen of a pitbull, but her gait was strong. Squat legs, pockmarked with scars, moved swiftly over the abandoned grounds. It had been fairly quiet in the past weeks. Too quiet.
For almost a year now, Quinn had maintained residence at the wharf, It felt more like 'home', could she have truly called Market Street a home, than the scrap yard. However, in the past days, she'd longed for the days when she dominated the ring as Gauge, a bold face in the gang and a deadly foe in the limelight, but those days were dead. Hadrian had made sure of that...and though Quinn left the gang at the Legionnaire's insistence, she couldn't bring herself to become a cushy housepet. So it came to this...The same monotony day to day, guarding her territory and coming and going as she pleased, no one to answer to. It was all a pain in her ass.
With a groan, she dropped to her belly with breakfast, a piece of rancid meat she'd found in one of the dumpsters along the back alley that bordered the road to the wharf. Slim pickings, but it was better than catching rats...nasty little flea infested rodents.
For almost a year now, Quinn had maintained residence at the wharf, It felt more like 'home', could she have truly called Market Street a home, than the scrap yard. However, in the past days, she'd longed for the days when she dominated the ring as Gauge, a bold face in the gang and a deadly foe in the limelight, but those days were dead. Hadrian had made sure of that...and though Quinn left the gang at the Legionnaire's insistence, she couldn't bring herself to become a cushy housepet. So it came to this...The same monotony day to day, guarding her territory and coming and going as she pleased, no one to answer to. It was all a pain in her ass.
With a groan, she dropped to her belly with breakfast, a piece of rancid meat she'd found in one of the dumpsters along the back alley that bordered the road to the wharf. Slim pickings, but it was better than catching rats...nasty little flea infested rodents.