Post by Kaltek on May 14, 2007 11:26:22 GMT -5
A loud series of four or five barks could be heard bursting from one of the half-rotted piers to echo on the hallowed out skeletons of the nearby warehouses. A dull repetitive thumping followed shortly after, to end in a sudden outburst of squawks and shrieks. Within a matter of seconds, a small cloud of gulls launched skyward, the entire group flocking away from the docks that they so frequently inhabited. And what was left behind, amidst a small shower of feathers?
A rather pleased looking, white and red-tinted canine stood at the head of the pier, his head held high as his tongue lolled from one side of his jaw. Round-tipped, high-set ears stood erect as blue eyes watched the specks of white slowly disappear into the cloudy skies. With a short bark of approval, the hound trotted around in a circle for no real reason other than to keep himself moving.
Kaltek was suffering of a terrible bout of boredom. The pure-bred Canaan dog had run out of things to do; he'd run through the parks a half-dozen times, he'd chased the ducks, he'd gone swimming... So, the next best thing had been to chase the gulls. Why? Because it was something for him to do. And he always had to have something to do, which proved difficult, after the abandonment of his masters.
It didn't really matter all that much to Kaltek. Gull-chasing was a whole lot more entertaining than playing 'fetch.'
Now though, the canine stood still for more than five seconds, and took the opportunity to gaze around. The docks, a run-down, gutted-out, half-rotted part of town with only the trash and the gulls to call it home. Life was not all fun and games, Kaltek knew that; he as not an ignorant pup, though he often acted like it. No, life was rough now. He had no humans to care for him, and he'd learned just how scarce food was, and how damn hard it was to catch.
But at least, it always gave him something to do. Though, now what?
Heaving a short sigh, Kaltek continued to look around, only to catch sight of a single gull. With a warning bark, the dog's hind legs bunched slightly to spring forward, a devious look in his blue eyes. Just one more wouldn't hurt. Besides, it's not like there was anyone around that he could be annoying at the moment.
Things did not go as planned for the male though, when he pushed off with his hind legs. Instead of lunging forward and breaking into a quick run, Kaltek stumbled rather ungracefully, taking a few skittering hops forward, his left hind leg tucked and refusing to touch the ground. With a loud yelp, Kaltek found himself making a nose-dive for the docks.
Kal winced slightly, feeling his snout grind against the hard surfaces as his forelegs buckled and he toppled over sideways in the most fantastic display of gracelessness the world had ever seen. Keeping his eyes shut, the Caanan lay where he had crumpled, left leg still twitching visibly. He definitely should have seen that coming...
...Damn leg.
A rather pleased looking, white and red-tinted canine stood at the head of the pier, his head held high as his tongue lolled from one side of his jaw. Round-tipped, high-set ears stood erect as blue eyes watched the specks of white slowly disappear into the cloudy skies. With a short bark of approval, the hound trotted around in a circle for no real reason other than to keep himself moving.
Kaltek was suffering of a terrible bout of boredom. The pure-bred Canaan dog had run out of things to do; he'd run through the parks a half-dozen times, he'd chased the ducks, he'd gone swimming... So, the next best thing had been to chase the gulls. Why? Because it was something for him to do. And he always had to have something to do, which proved difficult, after the abandonment of his masters.
It didn't really matter all that much to Kaltek. Gull-chasing was a whole lot more entertaining than playing 'fetch.'
Now though, the canine stood still for more than five seconds, and took the opportunity to gaze around. The docks, a run-down, gutted-out, half-rotted part of town with only the trash and the gulls to call it home. Life was not all fun and games, Kaltek knew that; he as not an ignorant pup, though he often acted like it. No, life was rough now. He had no humans to care for him, and he'd learned just how scarce food was, and how damn hard it was to catch.
But at least, it always gave him something to do. Though, now what?
Heaving a short sigh, Kaltek continued to look around, only to catch sight of a single gull. With a warning bark, the dog's hind legs bunched slightly to spring forward, a devious look in his blue eyes. Just one more wouldn't hurt. Besides, it's not like there was anyone around that he could be annoying at the moment.
Things did not go as planned for the male though, when he pushed off with his hind legs. Instead of lunging forward and breaking into a quick run, Kaltek stumbled rather ungracefully, taking a few skittering hops forward, his left hind leg tucked and refusing to touch the ground. With a loud yelp, Kaltek found himself making a nose-dive for the docks.
Kal winced slightly, feeling his snout grind against the hard surfaces as his forelegs buckled and he toppled over sideways in the most fantastic display of gracelessness the world had ever seen. Keeping his eyes shut, the Caanan lay where he had crumpled, left leg still twitching visibly. He definitely should have seen that coming...
...Damn leg.