by ataraxic_gone » Thu Mar 09, 2017 8:26 pm
name;; zeal | gender;; male | breed;; border collie | rank;; loner | age;; 2 yrs | tags;; open
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Zeal sat under a broken car, chewing on a well used stick. A couple days ago a new pack had moved in onto his territory, well no, it
wasn't his territory. The black border collie had never marked out territory in his life, but he always lingered around the area like a
lost dog, so clearly, it was his territory. He dealt with the stress by finding a nice stick to chew on, that stick happened to be the one
he had in his mouth at that very moment. He spied a look from under his car to see if any of the wild were lingering around.
There was a rat scurrying through some rubbish causing Zeal's attention to focus. Oh, he was hungry, but was it worth the risk? He
watched the creature closely, looking for any signs of the wild. Unsure and hungry the dog shook his head, whining with paranoia.
He was really, really, really hungry. Scurrying out from under the vehicle he walked over to some grass and began mowing it down.
His ears perked and tail wagged as he contemplated what he would do today. Eat more grass? Rummage around some trash for the
hundredth time? Maybe even climb up one of the tall buildings and enjoy the feeling of the wind?? Life is truly full of good
potentials. Once he was finished chewing at the grass he decided that rummaging through trash for shiny objects would be his
mission today.
Trotting down the overgrown street, Zeal walked with his tail pointed horizontally. The brute walked up to a pile of trash and nosed
his way through it. picking out old cans, chomping on them a few times before discarding them. A few bottle caps and some ugly
warn down plastic. He took the bottle caps back to the car he'd been sleeping under, storing them inside. These bottle caps joined
a collection of shiny trinkets from coloured glass bottles to dvd's.