Black and white...

[.:Hero:.]

Jet's paws lightly hit the ground as he started toward the white beach. His head was hug low as his tail dropped slightly to the ground, this pack that he was in was very stressful. They were a very violent natured pack, something that Jet just wasn't. A healing kind of dog, sure Jet could totally do that! But he wasn't sure if the pack had healers and such. It was all so confusing to him, that's why he came out to the beach. It was a place where he could clear his head and think about what he should do, or how on earth he could have gotten on this Island.

His mind strayed off to several different subjects as he got closer and closer to a large rock on the beach. It was godly placed, seeming that there wasn't anything else on the beach except him and that rock. He thought about strange things, like what to put on a bleeding wound, to what a fish tastes like.
Jet's back and white pelt stood out amongst the white sand as he finally reached his mark. The rock provided some shade, where he layed down and rested his head on his paws.

Blimey, I wager if I'll ever get of this Island...

He thought bitterly to himself, his round eyes looking at the rushing waves that hit the shore in an endless rhythm. He let out a shuddering sigh as he pelt shook off the sand that had clung onto him. What was he to do? There really wasn't much to do in fact... Their wasn't a master to please, or a sibling to run around with. In all honesty he was lonely... Though he wasn't very sociable...

[schneebar]

Lucy relished the way her paws sunk in to the thick sand as she picked her way across this desolate beach. It was quite a task, seeing as there was ever a bottle or some debris to avoid. Always one to search for the beauty in things, she was having a somewhat difficult time placing her paw on the aesthetic beauty that this beach must contain; some aspect of it that still retained that unblemished, untouchable beauty that made nature so alluring to her. So far, there was sand that made her walk funny. Even optimists have their off-days.

Even in the midst of her marveling, she couldn't shake the feeling that she just shouldn't be here. Not on the beach, per say, but the whole island. She couldn't even logically sort out how she might have gotten here. One does not just mosey onto an island, she thought grimly. Such rhetorical thoughts as these were bound to sink her into one of her dark moods, where there were always more questions than answers, so she briskly shook herself and increased her pace, jogging across the pliant dunes.

The shift of the breeze made her heart jump: she had caught wind of another and this made a spark of joy fester in her chest. Lucy so longed to make friends, for at the moment she had nobody to rely on, talk to or even stroll with. Perhaps this stranger would accept her company. She could smell him but she couldn't see him, at this point. She stood one one side of the large, lonely rock and tentatively scented the air.

A quick peek set her gaze on the mottled coat of a mature dog. Her eyes brightened and she wagged her tail, even though he was resting with his back to her. It did not occur to her that lurking behind one might be socially awkward; such things never crossed her mind.

"Well hi there, stranger! My name is Lucy. What's yours?"

[.:Hero:.]

His chest rose and fell as the scent of the ocean hit his nostrils. It was quiet soothing, for a second he was at peace. That is, until a whiff of new dog hit his nose. His ears perked up as he tried to locate this new rebel. The wind was making this task difficult, though he didn't have to tread on it long when a voice unexpectedly came into his ears.

He would have ran up the rock if it wasn't for him keeping calm. Slowly he shifted himself to face the fea, his brown eyes scanning her pelt. She didn't look pure like himself, though there was something about her that reminded him of his mother, whom wasn't his birth mother. But she meant all the same to him.

Hello, Lucy. Im Jet, what brings you here of all places?

He asked, though he regretted the last part, though he meant, how did you get to the beach. He wondered if she would think he meant the island, he was sure no one knew the answer to that. As he waited for an answer, her scent seemed familiar, was she herself from the Dystopian? She had to be if she was here, how could he have been so daft!

His shoulders relaxed as his paws sunk into the sand, just a bit. His gaze that used to be hostile turned softer and more like... Well Jet.

[schneebar]

She lifted her nose an imperceptible degree and took another drag of his scent, just to be sure. She had thought, for a brief moment at least, that they held one similarity: their environment. This new pack she had found herself in had its own particular scent. It was....mildly forbidding, if she was honest with herself.

I'm the closest thing I know to a social butterfly and here I am in a pack that reeks of disdain. Ironic, she mused to herself, shaking her head slowly, almost with nostalgia. She then realized she was doing it again: that thing that made her look weird. The male had asked her a question and she gave a welcoming sweep of her brushy tail to signify that though she may hold the scent of a pack that believes in hostility, she herself was nothing resembling a hostile creature.

"Pleasure to meet ya, Jet! And here...well, to be honest with you, I'm probably lost. I don't know how, or why..."

She trailed off, staring at the mottled dog but also staring through him in a distant manner. So many questions, so few answers. She could not recall her past, her birth, puppyhood; nothing was more than a vague blur of a quasi-memory. There was no real choice, for her at least, about remembering her past in anything more than ghosts of detail. The only option she saw was to move forward, form alliances, and try to deal with this as a group. There was strength in numbers. She knew that...though she didn't know how she knew it.

Snapping back into reality, she let her face relax into a casual smile, her tail sweeping steadily and wafting the strong smell of the ocean towards her face. It was a comfort; she loved the sea and the feeling of a salty coat after a long swim.

"All that matters is that I'm here and you're here. You're the first dog I've seen around these parts. It's all quiet, almost too quiet."

[.:Hero:.]

A small chuckle rose from his chest, weren't they all lost? At least in some way or another, as far as Jet could tell, no one knew how they got there. Beside the ones born into this place, lucky dogs... They are already accustom to the island life. Already used to the feeling of a hungry stomach, and they knew very well how to hunt. Unlike the spotted male whom was standing right now.

"Well, that's a shocker... Suppose we all don't know how or why we got here..."

He barked, getting lost in his thoughts. This happened often, but he always tried his best to stay on topic, but Jet was like a child with ADD. Hard to pay attention and/or stay on topic.
White and black paws tingled as a memory of running through the streets filled his mind, the wind rushing through his fur... The smell of freshly made human food, it all seemed so distant... But it had only been a week sense he popped on the Island. but it felt like years.

Ears perked forward as she spoke again, Lucy was a different sort. Kinda like himself, she seemed really kind, unlike the Dystopian packs real nature. And he was just the same, kind, good natured, and trying to find a way in life.

"It has been rather quiet 'round here... Haven't seen another canine for a while miss."

He was surprised that he was the first that she saw, well... No, he wasn't, he could guess that it was hard to find others on this Island, which he assumed was large...