Post by Scavenger on Nov 10, 2005 4:41:56 GMT -5
Only a dog can feel betrayed yet still love those who did it. Sometimes it is beyond conseivable what 'man's best friend' will put up with through loyalty. Abuse and neglect both common among the cruelties humans choose to inflict.
Broad shoulders carried a proud head, not a single inch of the tanned Pitbull shifted. As he manouvered through the streets of his home, it had only been his home for a week before the new family had thrown him out. How was to know that they the mail man was not an enemy?
Shaking the thoughts away the guardian of man walked on, he had come to realise that humans stood aside for him. As gentle hazel eyes met blue ones he scared parents as their children tried to stroke him. small, yet powerful mitts kicked up dirt and litter as he roamed the streets, streets he wasn't yet familiar with.
Licking his maw he caught sight of a pidgeon, not his favourite meal since he had really managed to catch it. He had though, once. It'd been injured and he'd ripped it apart. All is fair in love and war.
Pressing his scarred underbalyl to the ground the 'killer' of folk lore leapt at his prey, jagged fangs falling hard on nothing but air. Sighing he shook his rounded head and moved towards the butchers. A vicious snarl escaped his vocals and he ran full force into the crowed of humans. Of course they fled. Some throwing stones and cans at him others merely looking on.
Desperate eyes searched for meat as his nostrils took in every scent, falling upon a large cut of lamb he darted forward. Ignoring the angry calls of the butcher, the man with his large, extra claw. Proud gaze meeting that of a fearful human, the deadly claw came down upon him.
The whimper of yet another scavenger echoed through the street. This one had survived though, limping on, his own blood blinding him the Pitbull would live to see another day. He had no food to speak of but this brute would not give up so easily. Eyes glinting Scavenger sat by the back entrance and waited.
Broad shoulders carried a proud head, not a single inch of the tanned Pitbull shifted. As he manouvered through the streets of his home, it had only been his home for a week before the new family had thrown him out. How was to know that they the mail man was not an enemy?
Shaking the thoughts away the guardian of man walked on, he had come to realise that humans stood aside for him. As gentle hazel eyes met blue ones he scared parents as their children tried to stroke him. small, yet powerful mitts kicked up dirt and litter as he roamed the streets, streets he wasn't yet familiar with.
Licking his maw he caught sight of a pidgeon, not his favourite meal since he had really managed to catch it. He had though, once. It'd been injured and he'd ripped it apart. All is fair in love and war.
Pressing his scarred underbalyl to the ground the 'killer' of folk lore leapt at his prey, jagged fangs falling hard on nothing but air. Sighing he shook his rounded head and moved towards the butchers. A vicious snarl escaped his vocals and he ran full force into the crowed of humans. Of course they fled. Some throwing stones and cans at him others merely looking on.
Desperate eyes searched for meat as his nostrils took in every scent, falling upon a large cut of lamb he darted forward. Ignoring the angry calls of the butcher, the man with his large, extra claw. Proud gaze meeting that of a fearful human, the deadly claw came down upon him.
The whimper of yet another scavenger echoed through the street. This one had survived though, limping on, his own blood blinding him the Pitbull would live to see another day. He had no food to speak of but this brute would not give up so easily. Eyes glinting Scavenger sat by the back entrance and waited.