Post by Valentina on Aug 12, 2005 0:30:53 GMT -5
*Stands up and nervously glances around* *AHEM*
The grey clouds covered the sky, a nice relief from the harsh summer sun that scorched one with such dismal luck as to be left without shelter. The pavement was still warm as the light rain had only begun. It was steadily getting wetter however and the tar darkened with moisture, thousands of delicate drops at a time.
Tiny beads formed on the tips of the fur that reflected every smooth movement, flying off when her creamy mitts struck the ground, causing a white aura around her. The rain was picking up with every step she took however, and the sound of her lope was rythmatic like a clock. Every step she took was a second on the grandfather clock that was life, ticking slowly away.
She did not think of such things, though. She did not think of the symbolism her very life brought, or all the metaphors you could make of rain. She thought of the coolness of the water she happily loped through moistening her lush fur, after what had felt like an eternity of the sun. She thought of where she might go next, with no real place to belong or return to. Such was the life of a stray; freedom as much a curse as a pleasure. She would never lead another life, and the wolven blood hat coursed through her burned at the thought of chains. She did not regard her blood, half wolf, half husky, as any part in her mental make-up. She was who she was because that was how she had grown, her thoughts were her own, not bred into her or led down a certain frame of mind due to heritage.
Nor did she scorn those from either side. Dogs and wolves, free or captive, were all possibility to her. Possiblity to be a friend, or possibility to be an enemy. Until she knew them by further aquaintance, she was indifferent to all things and everyone.
She stopped in the middle of the empty street,and looked up into the grey sky. Rain caught on her soft lashes and she blinked the water away. Her brilliant blue eyes born of her husky blood shown a knowledge of something greater than her age of three. Perhaps it was the primal knowledge of blood untainted by civilization for a lifetime, living a solemn life in the wild---the life of her father. Or perhaps it was the knowledge of being forced to grow up faster than you should, abandoned too early and having to teach yourself everything in order to survive from early on.
She thought of howling. It felt so natural to her, her head thrown back to contemplate the heavens through songs, and yet she just looked on, the blue eyes refusing to let the wolven side show through. She was not ashamed of it, but clung to the philosophy that she was who she was because of her, not because of her blood. She would not bark, either. She would never let either side shine through. She compressed both natures, surviving day by day. She turned, water again flying from her, but the rain was heavier now.
Her fur was thick and red, though it appeared gold in sunlight. Her long, slender wolven legs were a solid cream, until about five inches below the shoulder. Her hind legs were also cream to the heel. Her tail was soft and lush, arched over her back like a husky's, and the underside of it was cream. Her underside and chest were splashed with the cream as well, and her maw was splashed too, save for the strip of red that divided it along the top from her nose. Cream also accented her curved blue eyes lined faintly with black, making them shine all the more. Right now however, her fur was wet with the rain, and it was slicked to her body to reveal her voluptious form. Her skin was not quite wet yet, though. Her fur managed to keep her dry on the inside.
She flicked her deep scarlet, velvet ears at the sound of a car coming far off, and knew if she wanted to die she could stand still. She didn't though, and went into an alley on the side of the road, then she climbed the slick iron stairs that led to the rooftops. She stood at the edge of the building and looked out over the city, which stretched before her in a down hill slope.
Just then the sun broke through the clouds and cast its yelllow light over the buildings and rooftops, sparkling with rain. She put her paws on the very edge and took it in, allowing the corners of her mouth to twitch in a faint smile. She laughed out loud, waving her tail a few times, then walked back across the top of the building towards the stairs that led down. She stopped once, and shook her body from head to tail, her fur fluffing up and water droplets shining all around her.
This was her life. The life of one not quite dog but not quite wolf and not caring about either; the life of a street dog. It wasn't always beautiful, but it had as many ups as downs. Her name was Valentina, and she wouldn't change it for a thing.
((Hope it's not too long...I tend to get carried away
Anyways hope you like it cuz there it is :3 It took exactly an hour to write---I kept track using tv shows:P))
The grey clouds covered the sky, a nice relief from the harsh summer sun that scorched one with such dismal luck as to be left without shelter. The pavement was still warm as the light rain had only begun. It was steadily getting wetter however and the tar darkened with moisture, thousands of delicate drops at a time.
Tiny beads formed on the tips of the fur that reflected every smooth movement, flying off when her creamy mitts struck the ground, causing a white aura around her. The rain was picking up with every step she took however, and the sound of her lope was rythmatic like a clock. Every step she took was a second on the grandfather clock that was life, ticking slowly away.
She did not think of such things, though. She did not think of the symbolism her very life brought, or all the metaphors you could make of rain. She thought of the coolness of the water she happily loped through moistening her lush fur, after what had felt like an eternity of the sun. She thought of where she might go next, with no real place to belong or return to. Such was the life of a stray; freedom as much a curse as a pleasure. She would never lead another life, and the wolven blood hat coursed through her burned at the thought of chains. She did not regard her blood, half wolf, half husky, as any part in her mental make-up. She was who she was because that was how she had grown, her thoughts were her own, not bred into her or led down a certain frame of mind due to heritage.
Nor did she scorn those from either side. Dogs and wolves, free or captive, were all possibility to her. Possiblity to be a friend, or possibility to be an enemy. Until she knew them by further aquaintance, she was indifferent to all things and everyone.
She stopped in the middle of the empty street,and looked up into the grey sky. Rain caught on her soft lashes and she blinked the water away. Her brilliant blue eyes born of her husky blood shown a knowledge of something greater than her age of three. Perhaps it was the primal knowledge of blood untainted by civilization for a lifetime, living a solemn life in the wild---the life of her father. Or perhaps it was the knowledge of being forced to grow up faster than you should, abandoned too early and having to teach yourself everything in order to survive from early on.
She thought of howling. It felt so natural to her, her head thrown back to contemplate the heavens through songs, and yet she just looked on, the blue eyes refusing to let the wolven side show through. She was not ashamed of it, but clung to the philosophy that she was who she was because of her, not because of her blood. She would not bark, either. She would never let either side shine through. She compressed both natures, surviving day by day. She turned, water again flying from her, but the rain was heavier now.
Her fur was thick and red, though it appeared gold in sunlight. Her long, slender wolven legs were a solid cream, until about five inches below the shoulder. Her hind legs were also cream to the heel. Her tail was soft and lush, arched over her back like a husky's, and the underside of it was cream. Her underside and chest were splashed with the cream as well, and her maw was splashed too, save for the strip of red that divided it along the top from her nose. Cream also accented her curved blue eyes lined faintly with black, making them shine all the more. Right now however, her fur was wet with the rain, and it was slicked to her body to reveal her voluptious form. Her skin was not quite wet yet, though. Her fur managed to keep her dry on the inside.
She flicked her deep scarlet, velvet ears at the sound of a car coming far off, and knew if she wanted to die she could stand still. She didn't though, and went into an alley on the side of the road, then she climbed the slick iron stairs that led to the rooftops. She stood at the edge of the building and looked out over the city, which stretched before her in a down hill slope.
Just then the sun broke through the clouds and cast its yelllow light over the buildings and rooftops, sparkling with rain. She put her paws on the very edge and took it in, allowing the corners of her mouth to twitch in a faint smile. She laughed out loud, waving her tail a few times, then walked back across the top of the building towards the stairs that led down. She stopped once, and shook her body from head to tail, her fur fluffing up and water droplets shining all around her.
This was her life. The life of one not quite dog but not quite wolf and not caring about either; the life of a street dog. It wasn't always beautiful, but it had as many ups as downs. Her name was Valentina, and she wouldn't change it for a thing.
((Hope it's not too long...I tend to get carried away
Anyways hope you like it cuz there it is :3 It took exactly an hour to write---I kept track using tv shows:P))
