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 Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 6:43 pm
He had been one of those dogs raised by humans to have a fond dislike of humans. Though the term 'raised' was used loosely referring to the Doberman mix. They hadn’t really trained him at all. More the less thrown in the backyard, chained to a lead and expected to do what dogs did best guard and kill. Once a day they threw out their garbage and once a day Riley would find himself looking for leftovers to survive. This meager existence turned whatever love Riley had for the humans into a seething hate.
And this just seamed to fester more as his humans moved off and left him tied in the back. His stomach growled desperately but there wasn’t anything to pick off of. The garbage can had been empty for a while now. Riley snarled and bucked at his leash. And after a few minutes snapped it so only the choker remained.
“Stupid Humans…” He growled and ran off to the city streets to find some food.
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Present Day:
It was HIS garbage can. It was HIS life. His maw plunged deep into the humans waste slurping up foods that would have caused an on looker to gag. He didn’t care what he just knew he needed it to survive. Better then the crap his old ‘owners’ used to throw him. He took his powerful scissor jaws and bit into another can putting a ragged bite into it. The food started leaking out and quickly as he could he consumed the contents. But he wasn’t done with that can- oh no. It had done him wrong and it was his prize. With a triumphant snap he crushed it between his teeth more. What a delightful sound his prize made.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 10:23 pm
MizukiHow long had he been searching? Days had blended into weeks and those had blended into months, all of it a blur of cityscapes and alleystreets. He'd long-since gotten rid of that damned cast, though his leg didn't work nearly as well as it had before he'd broken it. The shepherd mix slunk under a broken-out fence and sniffed deeply. His belly gave a startling growl and he winced. Hungry. He'd been scavenging trash since he'd left home. Home... How he missed it. A whine rippled up his throat just as Mizuki turned the corner to see a tan and cream mutt digging through the trash. His heart froze in his chest and he stood, silent until, "H-Hellothere," he quickly uttered. Oh please, god, don't let him eat me...
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 10:31 pm
He saw the other dog and for a moment he was going to growl at him and tell him to go away. That THIS was HIS food and HIS can. But Riley had been more partial to other strays then he had been to humans. He took one more good crunch on the metal can in his teeth then placed it behind one of his more favorite dumpsters.
"Don't tell anyone about my prize..." He eye'd the other dog letting him know he was deadly serious about keeping the half crushed can in his own posesion.
"Now who are you?" He said eyeing the coller. This dog was or still was accociated with humans.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 10:34 pm
Mizu's ears flattened back against his head and he shied away from the dark gaze of the other stray. His pale blue eyes focused on the chokechain around the doberman mutt's neck. Perhaps... Perhaps he knew where to find the Woman? His tail began to wag, but he kept it low.
"I won't," he quipped. Why would he tell anyone about a broken, rusted can? It made his head spin with questions. "I...I'm Mizuki. I'm an agility dog." This he said proudly, but remembering his bum leg, he stepped back and flushed. "Er... I was. Before I fell. I'm looking for The Woman. Do you know where she's at?" He was young, maybe only two years old, but still held the innocent views of a pup who'd never before seen streetlife.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 10:57 pm
((Pre warning...I hadddd too...))
He nodded his head still obsessed with his can. "Good I don't like when people touch MY can. Let alone look at it. I killed it ya'know..."
He huffed out as his eyes traveled back to it once more to make sure no sly cats had come in to take it while the dog distracted him. "So you were once a slave. I see..." He mused over it in his head. "Well now that your free do you want to team up with me. Us strays should stick together. We get better food then what they leave in the dumpsters-" But he was caught off gaurd as the other seamed somewhat frantic to find one of those two leggers.
"There are lots of those can't be sure WHO your looking for let alone WHY you'd want to go back to being with humans...Give me a clue kid and I'll try and work with you..."
His eyes once again slid back to his can. Boy did he have a nice can.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 11:04 pm
Mizuki's eyes widened, but he gave a sharp nod. "Of course, sir. Of course. Your can." He offered a smile and a tail wag, looking away from the piece of metal that the older dog seemed to hold so dear. "A...slave. No, no. We were partners, the Woman and me. She would take me places, places to run and have fun and I felt so aliiiiive running, yanno?"
His head tilted to one side and he sighed softly. "My house... It caught fire and my Woman needed to come home." A clue, a clue. What would give him a clue... "She was...tall, I suppose for a Two-leg. Short, dark hair, dark eyes that always sparkled with happiness when I ran my course. And she wore a collar! A collar, just like mine!" He puffed out his neck, letting the nametag shimmer in the sunlight.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 11:23 pm
Riley was lost in the moment as Miz drifted on about his past. It seamed all too good to be true. The freedom, the happyness, the love. "I'll take your word for it about all that stuff you just said. "Not that I believe it, pup." He said making the word 'pup' sound endering rather then insulting. Just an older dog giving his experience to a younger one.
"I'll help you...because I'm a dog and I help other dogs out- but don't expect me to be tolerent of your human petting me. I hate them all."
He growled then gave a short pause raising his rodiesian ridge at the thought of one of those foul creatures touching him.
"Name's Riley by the way."
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