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Post by Rhotau on May 11, 2007 14:36:48 GMT -5
Seafoam green eyes stared out at the setting sun along the waterline, the last dying rays turning the entire area a warm golden orange. The tint made everything appear softer, more inviting, even the worn out, half-rotted warf. But it could not seem to touch the heart of the young Bangkaew, leaving her as frosty as ever, at first glance.
In truth, the sunset did warm Ayin's being, which explained why she was content with simply sitting and taking in the sight. Sure, the fact that she was alone upon the docks left a sinking feeling in her chest, but it was a feeling she was growing accustomed to. Things came and went, after all... People and other canines alike.
That was life.
Lifting a lightly scarred foreleg, the female slowly pushed herself up from her sitting position, her docked tail wiggling slightly as she gave her entire body a generous shake. She liked the wharf, it's salty, sea-spray air barely stinging her nose, the sound of the waves upon the pebbley shore; it was all very calming to her, and helped ease her nerves and bad moods. But, her stomach was beginning to get that faint hunger pang in it, the slightest hints of a gurgling growl growing from her gut.
And really, the wharfs were a good place to get ambushed if you had even a miniscule morsel. Strays came through, aspiring amateur fighters too, all eager to fight tooth and nail, and over the smallest thing. Ayin was in no mood to fight. In fact she was hardly in the mood to do much of anything, but that sounded a little to 'emo' as Phillup would have said.
Ears sitting erect atop her rust-colored head, Ayin moved away from the water a little reluctantly to begin her search for scraps. The sooner she did it, the better, though since it was still daylight, there was a chance she'd be seen and tailed. She didn't feel like loosing her meal, as meager as it may be, to some mangey cur tonight. She didn't mind sharing, but that was a dead word in this sort of environment.
They were all on their own. It's a dog-eat-dog world, after all.
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Post by Renegade on May 11, 2007 18:12:37 GMT -5
His movement is quiet as he walked his way down the docks. Not quiet in a way that he's trying to be hidden, but firm and confident steps. This was unlike many of the other young males that called the Greenriver Warf "home", who stomp down the docks as if to warn off other competition for food, or tip-toed fearfully to be as unnoticeable as possible.
But food simply isn't on his mind, and judging by his content expression, it'd be difficult to say exactly why he was there in such an empty feeling place. Nor was the Warf his "home".
In an almost ghost-like way, his white body slips in and out of sight through the wreckage and abandoned alleyways. Sharp glacier blue eyes seem to slice through the brown markings on his face. Grabbing attention isn't anything he's worried about. If he was seen, if he wasn't seen, none of that bothered him. Tail out straight, ears high atop his skull and alert, he becomes perfectly in-tune with the world around him. . The scent he carried wasn't that of the salty air that most of the dogs who lived here in the Warf carried, but a bizarre mix of scents. This train wreck of smells seem to make him reminisce where he's been in the past, and like those places, he doesn't plan to stay here for long. His life is that of a wanderer, the whole world and all its seemingly limitless terrain is his home.
The salt air washes through his nose as it burns its way down into his lungs and behind his eyes. He embraced the scent... he absorbed it. Aside from the sea air, detecting the other scents of dogs who've long since past through this way he currently walks wasn't difficult.
He soon detects the scent of a female.
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Post by Rhotau on May 11, 2007 19:52:50 GMT -5
Her search for something akin to 'munchies' -- that's all you could really call the tibbits and scraps one could find on the wharf -- proved to be futile, not that Ayin minded. When she got really hungry, it was likely that she would search a little harder. For now, the female was content with simply letting her restless feet wander... for the most part. As long as she didn't find herself outside that house, she would wander the rest of the night away.
Or so she thought.
Pink pigmented nostrils flaring gently as the wind shifted, Ayin found herself confronted with a new smell, one that had not been there before. It was the scent of another canine, male, younger than herself. Pale seafoam green eyes taking on a curious, yet cautious gleam, Ayin slowed her pace until eventually she came to a smooth halt amidst the abandoned structures of the wharf.
Head cocked gently to the side, ears perked as far as they would go, Ayin took to gazing around the area calmly. She had no reason to feel threatened, and had nothing to defend, other than her own being, so it was unlikely that she would find herself in a pinch over food. If anything, the worse that could happen was that she had 'trespassed' into another stray's territory, but such a claim was easily refutable.
No one owned these wharfs. No pack, no gang, just a bunch of curs, strays and wanderers. And of course, the occasional individual that was actually looking for a fight. Whatever the case, Ayin wasn't currently concerned, only curious.
Her gazing about was soon rewarded with the sight of another canine. He was young, by all appearances, his pelt a mottled mixture of white, brown and gray. Ayin's head tilted to the other side just a fraction as she watched him draw nearer, taking in his posture and his gait with the utmost of attention. He was confident, care-free, and there were no signs of aggression. Like Ayin, this character was simply going along his own merry way.
Ignoring the faint grumbling in her stomach, the female continued to watch the stranger trot nearer and nearer until he was within shooting range of her voice. It took Ayin a moment to decide whether or not to hail the other canine. It'd been a while since she'd actually spoken with anyone, but dogs around these parts weren't always so keen on talking.
'Oh well,' she thought, 'If it's going to go badly, it'll go badly no matter what I do.' Honestly, she could be such a pessimist sometimes.
"Hey, stranger." The line was cliche of course, but it was better than a 'hey you' or a 'where do you think you're going?' type of thing. At the very least, it'd get a reaction from him. And if it didn't, well, that was just fine and dandy.
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Post by Renegade on May 11, 2007 21:02:16 GMT -5
She already seemed impressive. Most of those whom he approaches don't know he's even there until he speaks, but she noticed, and was watching him. He took the time of his approach to follow along and examine her. Rusty red coat, marked with white on her face, older then himself, and also a docked tail, and scars upon one of her legs. This aroused his curiosity.
"Hey, stranger."
He was pleased to know she was willing to speak, if anything; speak first.
"Hey.." His reply is sleek, even the tone of his voice is brimming with confidence. He stops at about a three or four ft distance. "..stranger." Finishing with a slight, dogish-grin. Though his smile is warm and friendly, he raises a brow at the word 'stranger', making him seem almost arrogant in tone. A slight tilt of the head downward shows the tone was simply a small joke. Possibly to lighten the mood of this dreary place, or simply because of his own strange was.
He examines her scent more, and figures out that her tail must've been docked a long time ago. There was no scent of a fresh wound so it couldn't have been in any fights of recent, if any fight at all.
He relaxes his posture a bit more, broad shoulders still hoisting up his powerful body. His icey blue eyes fixed upon her own sea-foam green orbs.
"What brings you to these parts?
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Post by Rhotau on May 11, 2007 21:19:45 GMT -5
There was not a single waver or hesitation in the male's posture or behavior. His confidence was deep-rooted and genuine, not just some facade to ward others away. That definitely piqued Ayin's interest in the male even further. He did not seem like the type to be trifled with. Not that Ayin would have even bothered 'trifling' with him needlessly in the first place, but it was still an important fact to make note of.
"Hey... stranger."
At his smooth response, even Ayin could not help but quirk the faintest of amused canine smirks back at the other canine. With a soft huff of amusement, her features relaxing to a more casual expression, the female shifted her weight from one foot to the other leisurely. This one was a character, but at least he talked instead of snarled.
"What brings you to these parts?"
Rust-red ear flicking casually at the turn of the breeze, Ayin sampled the male's scent again as it wafted past her snout, filing it into her memory for safe-keeping. She liked to be able to recognize and remember the scents of the few that seemed to still possess a little soul in this day and age.
"My feet." Her answer was crisp, voice still tinged with amusement and heavily doused with a brief flare of her less-than-unusual streak of orneriness. Sometimes she couldn't help herself, her own smart-ass remarks coming out before she could rein her tongue in. But usually, it was because the individual gave the impression that they either wouldn't mind, or could flip her own tone right back at her.
It was an attempt at friendly banter, Ayin-style.
"I come here for the scenery." Again with the sharp-tongued, playful sarcasm, but this time there was some truth behind it. "And the fine cuisine." Now that, she was just being a smart-ass again.
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Post by Renegade on May 11, 2007 21:58:06 GMT -5
"My feet"
Her tone amused him, and his interest in the conversation grew even deeper. Even though only a few words have been said so far.
"I come here for the scenery." "And the fine cuisine."
"And what brings your feet?" There was almost a chuckle in this amused tone.
He was growing curious now, but his voice hardly revealed it. If anything he seemed completely collected, but entirely interested. Stepping forward once, his face relaxing yet still a smile.
"Couldn't be the cuisine." Eyes bright with focus, not paying any mind to other sounds or movements. Not a wise thing around these parts, with so many scrappers skulking about, the unaware could be jumped at any moment, but this didn't bother him in the least.
He watches her shift her weight from foot to foot, and judging by her tone she was truly an interesting one to read. Never before had someone replied with such boldness, and he was glad about that. Someone interesting, not what he expected to find here at the Warf.
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Post by Rhotau on May 12, 2007 17:12:40 GMT -5
"And what brings your feet?" "Couldn't be the cuisine."
Ayin found herself chuckling at the other's further inquiries, her sea green eyes lighting up with mirth as she flashed him a wry smirk. With a soft sniff to quell her light laughter, the female maintained her silence for a long moment, watching the other as she thought.
"I find the pavement trims my nails nicely if I walk back and forth long enough." Her smirk strengthened as she spoke, her own amusement plainly evident in her voice. Stub of a tail wagging fractionally, the Thai's face softened to a warm smile, something she did not do nearly often enough anymore.
With a soft jerk of her head, Ayin made a silent invitation for the male to walk along side her as she picked up her scarred foreleg. However, she knew very well that he may not want to walk, or think she was leaving, thus cutting the conversation to a premature end. Ayin really didn't want that; she was actually have a little bit of fun now, exchanging little sarcastic comments with this individual.
So, before she had even taken more than three steps, Ayin paused to glance back over her shoulder toward the male. Watching him for a moment to see if he had moved, or even would, she offered another smile and another brief wag of her tail.
"And what about you? What piqued your interest in this place, hm?"
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Post by Renegade on May 12, 2007 21:09:58 GMT -5
"I find the pavement trims my nails nicely if I walk back and forth long enough."
He lets out a soft laugh, she sure was a funny one. He watches her turn away, but notices signs of an invitation to follow his rust-colored acquittance. He tries to fully absorb the signs, for if he were wrong and she simply had enough of him, he wouldn't want to bother her further. Yet he didn't want to miss the opportunity of discovering more about her if he was invited. She didn't seem finished, her tiny tail wiggling wildly with delight. In fact, he guessed she was enjoying this chat as much as he was.
Eyes intently fixed on the back of her skull, he waits to see if she stresses any signs for him to follow.
"And what about you? What piqued your interest in this place, hm?"
Realizing a new question was brought up, he knew she was intending to continue the conversation. Without any further doubts, he walks to her side and prepares to follow her.
"Well, it isn't the fine dining, and if I started to trim my nails by pacing around here, I'd have none left. I guess I'm just passing through."
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Post by Rhotau on May 12, 2007 21:45:21 GMT -5
The Thai's demeanor brightened visibly when the gray, brown and white male took her unspoken invitation. Docked tail wiggling briefly, Ayin flashed the male yet another genuine smile. Though he seemed a little more hesitant than what she would have figured, she did make note of his constant attentive nature. He was watching her unwaveringly, just as she was doing to him. He was certainly an interesting character to run into.
"Well, it isn't the fine dining, and if I started to trim my nails by pacing around here, I'd have none left. I guess I'm just passing through."
Complete understanding was in Ayin's eyes as she glanced over at the male, her steps slow and liesurely as they walked side by side through the wharf. The life of a wanderer was one that only another wanderer could fully comprehend. Where others may have given him a hard time about only 'guessing' he was passing through, Ayin knew precisely what he meant. Sometimes, your feet just carried you and you followed.
"Passing through, hm? Have you taken the scenic route then?" She grinned good-naturedly, her voice soft over the clicking of both their toenails against the wharf's paved structuring. The banter was amusing to Ayin to no end, a source of entertainment for her after a long span of lonely wandering. Even a cold-hearted loner could use a little bit of company sometimes.
And Ayin had been extremely fortunate to find one as easy to get along with as this character, whatever his name was. But that was information that could be gathered later, in due time.
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Post by Renegade on May 13, 2007 10:05:16 GMT -5
Never before had he walked side by side with someone else, this experience was totally new to him, as well as enjoyable. He felt as if they were completely equal. She didn't seem to think of him as a pup, but someone who stood on the same level. Both simply wandering.
"Passing through, hm? Have you taken the scenic route then?"
Half laughing, he replies, "Not yet."
He calms himself down, but his voice never ceases to expose his amusement. His tail swaying side to side softly in motion of his walk. Long bristly hairs sweep across the back of his legs.
"I'm planning to give it a try after I admire the rotting docks and rusty warehouses."
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