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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/34e7xpv.png] Three days. Three days she'd been here, on this island. Three days without food, or that little white stone that her humans always gave her; the one that killed the pain. Oh the pain...it had been a while since she'd felt it like this. That ever-present throbbing in the back of her neck only reminded her that she’d never follow in her parents footsteps. This would be even more impossible now, being as she was far away from anything even close to a show ring. Every time the humans gave her that white stone, that pain would fade. But without it, the throbbing was almost all she could think of. Ellie padded along the beach, her paws leaving prints in the golden sand. The faint glow of the sun's rays was beginning to rise over the ocean. A soft breeze ruffled her black and white fur, and the scent of the salty ocean filled her nostrils. It was beautiful out here, that was for sure. But that didn't change the fact that she was miles from home and didn't even know why. As she sat down, her small body heaved in a sigh. She wanted to go home, more than anything else in the world. Oh what she would give to be back on her soft couch, while someone stroked her back, listening to the comforting sound of their voices...she missed them a lot. She was just waiting for the sun to rise, perhaps it would make the darkness go away. With a whole new day, perhaps they'd find food. She'd never felt this hungry before. It sure wasn't a pleasant feeling. Why in the world had she been dumped on this silly island? It was dirty and full of mutts. She tried to be nice to them, she really did, but there was just something she didn't like about those who lacked pure blood. And she'd thought her life was bad before! "It's not fair!" she complained, even though to her knowledge no one was listening. "I just want to go home..." She'd be miserable for a while, that was for sure. She hadn't even begun to discover the horrors of the island. Perhaps it was best she didn't know for now. Words.x 381 Notes.x Anyone's free to jump in here <3 It kinda fails, but I wanted to get a post up with her.

[♥--Beth]

Darkness comforted the dog, as he used its shield to move through the area undetected. All these new dogs, they lay around like diseases, useless and blood-sucking to the capable island dogs. Part of him wanted to reject them, cast them off and let them starve, but the better part of him decided many of them were able and willing to learn and help him survive in turn. Hunger gnawed at the pit of his stomach, but he was used to the emptiness that lurked there, a constant reminder that there wasn’t enough food to provide for all these dogs here. But, Aeson was a fighter, and not just for the sake of himself. He sauntered over the cool beach, his paws scattering sand in his wake, a welcome relief to his raw and tender paws. The past few days had been hell, he’d been constantly moving, trying to avoid the large groups of dogs, feeling a bit threatened at the mass amount of confusion. They seemed pulled from their homes, but did they have any idea that now they were invading on his? This island was all he had known for he’d been born and raised upon its rugged and unforgiving landscape. It was then that he realized something; these dogs wouldn’t last if they did not receive his help. He knew where to hunt, what to avoid, and when to hide; they knew nothing.

A guttural growl was forced by instinct to rise from his chest as he caught the scent of another dog, but they were far enough off to not hear his outburst. Instinctively, he was territorial against all of these new dogs; but compassion drew him in the direction of the other canine. The slight breeze buffeted him, casting his scent and fur alike away from him; his approach would be nearly invisible. It was the practiced art of a predator, something these dogs would have to master in order to make it in the real world. He was alert and his steps were planted in the sand soundlessly, muffled by the tan grains. His eyes scanned the shadows, even though it was more gray than black, it was still enough to hide the blue male from any searching eyes. He loped forward, now laying his eyes upon the piebald figure of a dog. She was small and obviously inflicted by something whether it was physical or emotional pain was unknown to Aeson.

He continued to creep forward, still moving swiftly but with a silent precession as if he was stalking a rabbit. Now though, he slowed as he entered a more cautious zone. He was within hearing range of the dog, so he prowled forth with as much silence as he could muster. Her voice piped up, and he froze midstride, listening to see if he’d been discovered. A complaint rose shrill and unnecessary from her windpipe, and he frowned. He drew himself up to his full height, and turned his vision down upon the small female. He was not sure if she knew of his presence or not yet, but he might as well make himself known if not. “I’m afraid complaining will get you no where, friend.” He said rather gruffly, his vocal pipes parched and voice like grating stones together. It was rather harsh but at the same time, it held some promise. The promise of experience and knowledge of the island that this female might need, should Aeson chose to offer her anything of the sort granted.

Wild, grey eyes locked upon the other canine; a hunger buried within them but overwhelmed by a contained frenzy of power which licked furiously at his vivid expressions. A sigh rattled his form, and he took a few more powerful strides forward. The slightly shaggy dog tilted his blue and grey dappled head at the other dog, waiting for some sort of response from her. He hoped his wild and slightly crazed appearance wouldn’t scare her, after all kindness was displayed in the rather friendly stance he took. He met her no harm, it was just the island’s curse to look this frightening.

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/34e7xpv.png] It was true that she knew nothing about this place and its dangers. The spaniel was completely oblivious to the presence of another being, despite the soft sound of approaching pawsteps and the all-telling scent of dog in the air. She was a house pet, she had no real survival skills. There were much more important things on her mind than staying alert. Danger was, to her, nothing more than the family cat or the dog on the other side of the fence. As a result, when the other dog spoke, Ellie was quite startled. At the rough sound, she leaped to her paws and spun to face the source of the noise. A scowl formed on her face as she caught sight of him. He was one of ‘them,’ the ones who had been here before. They were all so…ugly. With their malnourishment and all, she couldn’t even decide if they were purebreds. It frustrated her. To make matters worse, he now seemed to be chastising her for simply voicing her displeasure. How rude of him, she thought. Upon first examination, he was just a bit terrifying. He had this wild look about him…a strange stare, too. His grey eyes had some strange light to them. She’d only seen a few of these Island dogs, and mostly from a distance. But they all held the same basic appearance; starved and crazy. That didn’t improve her outlook on the future at all. His voice betrayed his thirst, or perhaps just a lack of use. She wasn’t sure which, but it did nothing to make him any less intimidating. Nevertheless, he looked friendly, and likely knew where to find food. For that she chose to be kind to him. Lifting her nose slightly, she was a bit distressed to note that he, like many of the others, was larger than her. Surely there were some others of her size here! She didn’t find it very pleasant to have to look up at the ones she spoke to. Looking down upon them appealed to her much more. “Well, perhaps you’re right,” she muttered. “But what am I supposed to do then? I haven’t a clue why I’m here, or what in the world I ought to do about it!” she added, her distress clear. It was the fact that she had no idea what to do that frustrated her so. She was lost and confused without any idea how to do anything useful. At least these crazy island dogs knew a bit about hunting and such, they could keep themselves alive. She was just small and pathetic, with nothing to do but complain about pain and dirt. Perhaps she didn’t like being here, but she despised being useless even more. Appearing here had been quite the surprise for her, and it did absolutely nothing for her mood. Even she knew that she was becoming more and more unpleasant to be around. She could hardly help that though. So she just sat there in the sand, awaiting a reply. Somehow, she found herself musing about how he couldn’t really be a purebred. Obviously he’d never make it anywhere in the show ring. Such thoughts made her feel guilty, but it was the way her mind worked. She really couldn’t help it. However, this dog might be able to help her somehow, so she tried to push her musings away. After all, it wouldn’t do to be judgmental in this hopeless situation. Words.x 578 Notes.x none