--I think I'll be on tomorrow, but just in case I'm not, the reason is I'm flying out to my brother's ranch tonight for a nice, totally not relaxing holiday x] When I'm there I'll be on here still though ^^
Pluto;~
{The cruel nature of you and your kind ...I will not break, I will not bend, ...I will not go quietly, I will never bow down to them}
The golden eyed hound nodded agreeably at the male dog's comment, watching as both he and the younger dog left to go outside. That left him and the spaniel. He eyed her carefully, wondering what she was thinking- and if she was uncomfortable being alone with him.
After all, they didn't know each other yet.
"So, you got yourself a name, girlie?" Pluto asked, keeping his tone as conversational as his gravelly western accent could allow.
"Guess if we're gonna be sharing the same air for a while I should know what to call you."He thumped his tail against the floor of the hut, trying to alleviate some of the silence that seemed to have gathered between them. Moving slightly to shift onto his right side, the hound kept his twisted paw away from the ground, curling his haunches around himself.
{So no more will you have your fun, I say no, I won't come...}
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Tia;~
{But of all these friends and lovers, there is no one compares with you}
Smiling gratefully at Jude, when she had moved nearer to her, Tia shifted so they were closer. Hearing Baron repeat her name, the striped sighthound turned to face him, wondering how a seemingly strong looking dog like himself was doing out on the streets of California.
When he spoke again, Tia's gaze softened in empathy, wishing she could take away some of the confusion he looked to be feeling. She wished there was a way she could comfort him, but she knew that no words could soothe the wounds of betrayal she guessed every stray dog had felt at some point in their life. Instead, she settled for a quiet whine of understanding, hoping that he could gather some reassurance from that.
I came from Morocco." Tia told him, remembering the feeling of the sand underneath her paws, the way it burned in the sun's heat- nothing like the damp beach sand that the small group had just crossed to get into the rocks. She glanced around, waiting for her friends to explain their stories.
{And these memories lose their meaning, when I think of love as something new}