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X· Female · Dalmatian · 3 yrs · Celebrity · Tagged: Jethro, Epione, Fidget, Romeo ·
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- The Dalmatian's seemingly lifeless form had laid on the hot sand, until she was yanked out of her unconscious state by obnoxious barking. It was faint, but no less annoying. Make no mistake, she was glad to have finally be brought to her senses, but that noise was nowhere near pleasant to the ears. Groggily lifting her head, she squinted and blinked repeatedly, until her eyes finally adjusted to the glaring sunlight. She gave her head a quick shake, sending particles of sand flying in all directions. Then it hit her. Sand. She was lying on a beach. Her mind felt clouded and foggy at the moment, and she tried to take everything in. A sigh of relief was let out when whoever had been rioting seemed to have shut up, and then Maia began surveying the panorama. She was on an island, a beautiful one to be exact. Though it was a challenge to see past the unfortunate situation, she could admit it was something to look at. And she knew she wasn't alone here, if there was another canine, perhaps there were people.
Now having become fully aware of her surroundings, Maia began rising to her feet, which proved to be a slow, painful process. Her joints ached, and she knew why. The water had tossed her around rather violently, though she had little memory of the storm. "Should have stayed below." Maia muttered bitterly once she had reached a standing position, staring downwards at the salty water as it lapped against the shore and brought bits of seafoam with them here and there. It laced the waves and seemed to give them a touch of elegance. This, of course, was completely irrelevant in Maia's eyes, as right now the ocean was anything but "elegant" to her. Had she indeed stayed below the deck, she would have been overcome by water which had flooded the insides of the ship...sharing the fate of her owner. Which didn't sound too bad. Her own curiosity had gotten the better of her, and when the ship hit something, she had wanted to know what it was. She had needed to know what it was. Always wanting to be in the loop. The woman she had been only too proud to call "her person" hadn't seemed too concerned about the obstacle in which the boat collided with, not to mention she'd been too engrossed in a conversation at the time that she didn't even notice her own dog's departure until it was too late.
Big mistake. Her heart suddenly felt heavy, as grief was beginning to well up inside. Maia wasn't one to despair, but she couldn't help but mourn. It was only natural, wasn't it? But. Whispered a tiny hopeful thought in the back of her head. Olivia could have survived. She may be here, on this isle! But the pestering realist side of her interrupted. How? She was down below. Olivia went down with the ship. And then that hope withered just as fast as it had sprouted. Maia's eyes narrowed. She must accept the inevitable. She was stuck here, with another dog that probably didn't deserve to be in her company. And possibly other humans, don't forget. She thought, regaining a little optimism. Then, she noticed something in her peripheral vision moving. "Make that dogs." The fae uttered under her breath, focusing on the three figures further down. She began mentally debating on whether she should approach them, or refrain from any interaction. Of course, they might know about human whereabouts, so she reluctantly stepped forward, and slowly advanced towards the threesome with caution, keeping her snout raised.
