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Post by Ragtatter on Jun 23, 2011 15:13:17 GMT -5
Edge padded through the shadows, the light from the streetlights faintly glinting off his jet black pelt. The big doberman paused, perking his ears to catch a distant sound, and continued walking.
He hadn't always been a stray, but Edge's pet days were long behind him. With an effortless nudge of his head, the big black dog toppled a trash can. Moving quickly, he started to pick through the refuse, trying to get what he could before the humans inevitably awakened.
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Chris, the Rebel Wolf
Still A Kit
'Always remember, you are unique. Just like everyone else...'
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Post by Chris, the Rebel Wolf on Jul 6, 2011 4:58:08 GMT -5
A shadow within shadows, something just as dark as they shifted and two large triangular ears became visible. A moment later the figure detached from the darkness alongside the scant shrubbery growing beside a low brick wall. His tail twitched once in a gruff sort of greeting, one that gaze away little and showed no trace of fear. "There's not much in that one." Muttered the German Shepherd, who's long, shaggy coat was as pitch black as the Doberman's. "Family doesn't eat meat." His gaze was close to expressionless as he fearlessly sized up the other male, tail still now.
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Post by Ragtatter on Jul 6, 2011 9:52:09 GMT -5
Edge regarded the shepherd for a long moment, sizing him up, taking in the thick protective coat. Coming to a decision, he sat down and gave a casual yawn--the canine way of saying I don't necessarily think you're better than me, but I'll let you be the top dog here to avoid conflict.
"I don't suppose you could make a suggestion them?" he asked, flicking one ear back to listen for any approaching humans, "Back in my usual haunt, they've taken to putting those damn locks on the dumpsters."
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Chris, the Rebel Wolf
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Post by Chris, the Rebel Wolf on Jul 7, 2011 8:11:23 GMT -5
The shepherd took a few more steps, eyes sliding indifferently over Edge a the manner of confidence borne of experience. There still remained something detached about the black dog, though a flicker of some emotion - regret? Guilt? - made his ears twitch as he took in the build of the other male. Something about the way he inclined his head might have given away to the perceptive his eyesight wasn't what it once was. But it didn't bother Luca, who had always relied on keen ears and his keener nose far more anyway. "Doberman, though as much. Long time since I've seen one of you lot." The remark was casual and moments later he was on motion, moving with a gait that betrayed no sign whatsoever of age or wear and tear. "Come on then, I could do with something myself." He narrowed his focus the way he'd been taught several years back. Letting the chosen scent speak to him, tracking as much by instinct as the immediate smell.
Several houses down, and without glancing back to see if Edge was still with him or not, Luca paused. There was no hesitation as he lifted up into back legs and pushed the can on the roadside into a long patch of grass. "Burgers and chicken leftovers." He snapped up a mouthful of loose chicken meat before sniffing out a burger still in a paper bag. He didn't like chicken carcasses. New to the streets he'd once gotten a small bone stuck in his throat for four days and nearly starved before it dislodged.
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