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Post by »Cinnamon' on Apr 29, 2009 22:13:30 GMT -5
Hearts fluttered, breaths were uneven, and pacing became slow. Love. Is it for real, or just a myth and fake trick of our imagination? Clarity sat silently on a piece of log out in the river. The day was young and the water was icy cold. One white pay dripped into the water and swatted at a passing fish, too deep in the seaweed and coral to even get a fin off. Clarie sighed and smirked at the nearby rabbit watching her every move. If she really wanted, that rabbit would be as well be called dead meat, or morning snack but she really just felt like being peaceful, like her name pronounces. For a eerie thing in her life, Clarie's ears lay flat against her head as she calmly drifts her paw along the waters edge from the log. A few fish swim by, but she it too depressed to swat. Depression is not a very common feeling with this curious Samoyed, but today her eye felt especially worse and she could hardly see out of it. The blindness in her eye was getting worse each day and one day she was afraid that both of her eyes would give out. Still being a fighter, Clarity fought it out every day and didn't think about the bad things, until today. The pain was excruciating and not able to be ignored. The sweet scented air seemed to turn into a dark dazed mug when the presence of another dog came into sense. Clarity looked up and turned her head to the right more so she could see out of her good left eye without looking too dumb. She sat there and sighed again. This time the log rolled and tippoed over. Clarie fell into the water with a yelp and struggled to get free of the log on her back. After she was free she swam blindly to shore and shook her now wet double white coat all over the rabbit by her, which made it scurry away. She scowled and went over to the shore line where she could be left alone All she wanted was peace quiet, and serenity.
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Post by seven on Apr 29, 2009 22:49:39 GMT -5
One paw in front of the other the black paws hit the earths surface at almost the exact same beat of her heart. Not quite trotting but deffiantly not walking, Karma breathed heavily. Thoughts raced through her mind of what could happen to pack lands while she was gone, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered when she was in a good mood, she shoved the thoughts out of her mind so she could be at peace with the nature.
Birds chirped, chipmunks were chittering, what a perfect day to cool off in the ice cold river. Spring was slipping into view slowly but surely. The sun kept peeking from behind the clouds, when it was hidden it was dark and mysterious.
As she approached the streaming water she quickly realized there was another dog. Her ears flew forward, fully alert now she slowly crept toward the water. SPLASH! Then a loud yelp is all she heard, then a pure white samoyed bobbed its head above the surface. As the dog gained control and swam to shore the wolf was curious why the dog was so calm after the situation.
Not knowing what to say, Karma let out a loud and deep bark. Hopefully the dog would say something, she was in the mood of talking.
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Post by »Cinnamon' on May 4, 2009 20:37:31 GMT -5
Silent white fur shook mightily, spraying drops of icy water all over the other dog that was now only about three yards away. Clarie smiled and trotted slowly over to the female dog. It dawned on her that the water made her feel half a hair better. Her ears perked up more and she squinted to the dog and hoped that nothing was about to brew between them why her vision was so terrible. Clarie backed up a few steps to be sure and be able to read more clearly. She grinned a sheepish grin and began speaking. "So sorry, lady. I didn't see you, as I am half blind." Clarity started pawing at the ground again nervously and looked up from under her white fur. "Sorry." She repeated and began walking away, sure that the dog didn't want to be bothered, especially if she was a dark. Walking very slowly, Clarie tripped on a couple of rocks but the last one was a barbed wire from long ago that was rusted. She landed on the wire on her flank and let out a loud yelp of surprise. There were drops of blood on the white snow and that made Clarie even more queasy. She groaned and yelped again when she tried to move. "Will you help me!? Im stuck!" She shouted to no one. The dog was probably gone and there was hardly any dogs here anymore since the storm. Clarie rested her snowy white head on the snow and started panicking. What if no one came? She was laying in a puddle of blood now and getting really uncomfortable. Not being able to move, Clarie stayed there hoping for help to come.
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