A Night On Tigory {Open}

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/312wbr7.png] I looked up at the island's sky. The stars sprinkled across the sky, never ending. The moon, waning, lit up the sky, the stars, the sand. I had almost forgotten the planes or helicopters that lit up the sky when I was back with my master. I still missed him, but I always felt him looking down from heaven on me. I believe its the only thing thats kept me sane. The ocean seemed to gleam with life at night. Sometimes is seemed like there was more life at night. Fish jumped out of the water, almost flying to the moon. In the distance dolphins swam in pods, clicking to each other. Lobster's and shrimp that seemed to only come out at night, glowed on the ocean floor. I didnt understand them though. They seemed happy to be, free. I was free on the island but I didnt want it that way. I wanted to be with my family, I just needed a way off the island. I could feel my brain pulsing. I needed a way off. I ran the beach looking for driftwood, stone, anything I could use to help me. A few sticks lied on the beach, but they wouldn't help. There was no help. I had used the sticks to help me make the island better, but it was as good as it was going to get. I laid motionless; you could believe I was dead. I shut my eyes, only to imagine what I had, what I had left. My family, my life, everything! I stood up, barking, screaming, "Get me out of here!" But it was no use. Losing my temper wouldn't get me off the island. I panted, then laid motionless again. Being on the island hadent hit me like this before. Sure there were times where I would lie on the beach and just whine, hoping, dreaming and waiting, the someone, anyone would come. I took a deep breath and sniffed the air, expecting the same scents I had smelled every night before. But tonight, it was different. The scents, were old, but familiar. Canines. My body perked up and my tail wagged with excitement. I sniffed again, this time the sand. I could smell their tracks, but not well enough to follow them. I barked louder than I had before hoping someone, would hear me. __________________________________ Dog Stock by uggwar @ Flickr

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Lost, she thought, lost as lost gets. Nothing made sense about this place. This inexplicable nature of her arrival, the climate that was like nothing she’d ever experienced. The land was different, hostile, untamed and unkempt. But that wasn’t the most troubling part; her foggy memory was bad enough, but vivid snippets of some life she must have had before kept wracking her brain. They struck her at various moments and she didn’t even have to be dozing; she tried to connect the dots, put together the pieces of her jagged mental puzzle, but none of them lined up. Puppies laughing, a city street slicked with rain and lined with manicured yards, a white gate. It’s possible I’ve gone mad. Very…very…possible.

It was to these troubled thoughts that she was dedicating her focus when she heard it: a voice. An insistent canine voice filled with desperation. Lucy stopped in her tracks, one paw raised in mid-step, and listened with quivering velvet ears. Is that real? Or is this a vision more real than ever? All the voices in her visions sounded as if they were being spoken from underwater: muffled voices that spoke words that were her native language, yet so foreign. Never had they been this lucid. She decided it must be real, another dog. Here on this island, probably another inexplicable case just like her.

With a spray of sand, Lucy broke into a dash. She had always been swift: her golden coat streaked with shades of brown shone with a silverfish tint in the pale moonlight. It was an interesting affect that she could see on her paws and legs whenever they came into view, but her own appearance was of the least concern to her. She had to find that voice; had to prove that something was real.

When she saw the dog, she began to slow her pace, sending up yet another spray of sand as she skidded to a stop. Acutely aware that she might be barging, quite literally, into the face of danger, she tried to put on her friendliest face. Unfortunately she was winded and panting, her flopping tongue hanging limply over bared white canines. She gave herself a shake and swept her tail through the air.

”Hey! Uh…you called?”