Baby Blue
06-22-2013, 04:59 PM
I hope it?s okay that I said he got pretty close to her :0 If not, I?ll change it :]
It was humid and warm in the west, the land nimbly evading most of winter?s cruelty. There had been several storms recently, much to the little devil?s displeasure, but for now they seemed to have subsided. The filthy clouds that had brought the rains remained in the sky though, hanging over his head judgmentally, trying to decide whether or not to terrorize him once again. The air still tasted of water, and the creature?s grimy black fur felt faintly damp. Clumped strands lifted up along his back with the rippling of his flesh as he moved, stuck together with a mixture of grime and the humidity. He was not bother by either of the factors though, or the fact that his fur was rather dirty, and continued to plod along aimlessly. There was lots of exploring to be done.
Tiny paws carried him across a parched earth. Though the rains had come and gone, the terrain could find no salvation in it. The dirt was poor and eroded, and various gouges splintered all along it ? scars that had not and never would heal. Water pooled here and there in shallow puddles where the earth would not absorb, and in other places it was completely dry save for a slight darkening of the color to tell that moisture had once touched it. As far as the fiend could see, there was naught but empty, flat land. It was rather bleak, and very uninteresting. Nothing was here, and nothing would come here. With a single click of the gears in his head, he decided that he?d simply go through it. Maybe he could get away from any approaching storms.
So he continued to travel, a meager black shape navigating through the sunburned nothing. Boredom quickly descended upon his rattling mind, and he began to hum and sing quietly to himself. ?Ceasar?s walkin? and the ground?s crackin? at his feet, ?cause he?s really awesome an? it just can?t handle the beat!? he bounced a little and shuffled his feet, wiggling his shoulders. ?Uh!? He hopped back into to motion, swinging his head and skipping forward. There was only time for a few hops before he halted, blinking. There was someone up ahead. From the distance he was at, it looked like a grey blob on the horizon, but it was definitely someone. His head lifted with interest, and his ears tilted forwards. His lips drew back in a neutral line of concentration, his brows slightly furrowed as he strode forward a few more paces. They were standing in front of something. He stood on his toes, stretching his neck as far as he could. A hole! They were standing in front of one of the big holes! Were they going to jump? He sure hoped.
A devious grin slithered across his marred face, and he giggled to himself, ?Caesar will help.? He sank into a crouch and began to slink forwards quietly; he was still very far away, and running would only ruin everything. He would charge though, after a few steps. Claws nicked the compacted earth, and his jaws fell open as he rushed towards the other canine with intentions of thrusting his pitiful weight against it. Even if he weighed little, momentum would help. But there was no chance to see, because within a few feet of target, Caesar tripped. He screamed as he soared towards the ground, landing on his chest and rolling to the side. Fury bellowed inside as pain echoed through his flesh. So close! How had that happened?!
It was humid and warm in the west, the land nimbly evading most of winter?s cruelty. There had been several storms recently, much to the little devil?s displeasure, but for now they seemed to have subsided. The filthy clouds that had brought the rains remained in the sky though, hanging over his head judgmentally, trying to decide whether or not to terrorize him once again. The air still tasted of water, and the creature?s grimy black fur felt faintly damp. Clumped strands lifted up along his back with the rippling of his flesh as he moved, stuck together with a mixture of grime and the humidity. He was not bother by either of the factors though, or the fact that his fur was rather dirty, and continued to plod along aimlessly. There was lots of exploring to be done.
Tiny paws carried him across a parched earth. Though the rains had come and gone, the terrain could find no salvation in it. The dirt was poor and eroded, and various gouges splintered all along it ? scars that had not and never would heal. Water pooled here and there in shallow puddles where the earth would not absorb, and in other places it was completely dry save for a slight darkening of the color to tell that moisture had once touched it. As far as the fiend could see, there was naught but empty, flat land. It was rather bleak, and very uninteresting. Nothing was here, and nothing would come here. With a single click of the gears in his head, he decided that he?d simply go through it. Maybe he could get away from any approaching storms.
So he continued to travel, a meager black shape navigating through the sunburned nothing. Boredom quickly descended upon his rattling mind, and he began to hum and sing quietly to himself. ?Ceasar?s walkin? and the ground?s crackin? at his feet, ?cause he?s really awesome an? it just can?t handle the beat!? he bounced a little and shuffled his feet, wiggling his shoulders. ?Uh!? He hopped back into to motion, swinging his head and skipping forward. There was only time for a few hops before he halted, blinking. There was someone up ahead. From the distance he was at, it looked like a grey blob on the horizon, but it was definitely someone. His head lifted with interest, and his ears tilted forwards. His lips drew back in a neutral line of concentration, his brows slightly furrowed as he strode forward a few more paces. They were standing in front of something. He stood on his toes, stretching his neck as far as he could. A hole! They were standing in front of one of the big holes! Were they going to jump? He sure hoped.
A devious grin slithered across his marred face, and he giggled to himself, ?Caesar will help.? He sank into a crouch and began to slink forwards quietly; he was still very far away, and running would only ruin everything. He would charge though, after a few steps. Claws nicked the compacted earth, and his jaws fell open as he rushed towards the other canine with intentions of thrusting his pitiful weight against it. Even if he weighed little, momentum would help. But there was no chance to see, because within a few feet of target, Caesar tripped. He screamed as he soared towards the ground, landing on his chest and rolling to the side. Fury bellowed inside as pain echoed through his flesh. So close! How had that happened?!
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