Sierra the beautiful~

Subject: Sierra the beautiful~ Mon Dec 28, 2009 10:31 am

I trot in, head high, fluffy tail swaying, and sniff the asphalt street. I crinkled my nose at the acrid smell and sneeze. I run over to a metal trashcan, and jump on it, knocking it over with my tail. I bent down, and cut through the black trash bag with my claws. I searched its insides greedily, and pulled out half of a chunk of ham. I wagged my tail and smiled. Quickly, I grabbed the ham, and ran back to my home, a cardboard box in a dark spot between two houses. I layed down, and began to tear small bits away from the meat.

Subject: Re: Sierra the beautiful~ Thu Jan 07, 2010 5:40 pm

Alex walked around The Ghetto very calmly. She was very lonely until she heard clawing and padding of the paws. She followed the scent and the noise and turned her head to see a slightly bigger dog. "Hello." She said weakly. Alex looked at the meat the dog was eating. She saw a good shelter that the dog was staying in.

Subject: Re: Sierra the beautiful~ Thu Jan 07, 2010 5:57 pm

I looked at the smaller dog infront of me, still knawing on the dry but deliscious ham. I then pulled my head up; looking at the dog at her level. A chunk of ham hung from my mouth. "Hello." I said as I slurped up the peice of ham. I layed my ears back slightly. "And you are...?" I said in a retorical-type tone.

Subject: Re: Sierra the beautiful~ Fri Jan 08, 2010 11:01 am

"A dog.." Alex smiled. "Just like you." "But more specifically, i'm Alex." She wagged her tail a little. "And what is your name, then?" She asked, with her pelt soaked in dirty water and the foul odor of trash already.

Subject: Re: Sierra the beautiful~ Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:28 pm

I nod and throw a small sliver of ham at her."I'm Sierra." I said in a low tone, my voice had a new-York type of accent, making it sometimes hard to understand me when I talk fast, especially because I liked to use big words. "You look to me like your a street pet of some sorts, or a stray that's mention to be a prissy house pet." I pointed my muzzle to her muddied pelt. "Your fur isn't reacting as it should to the acrid secretions of the wheeled firebeasts and abusive two-legs." I then pointed with my paw to my gray-white-brown swirled wolf dog fur."This is how it should react, then again I am a TRUE stray, born right in this sliver between the two-leg dens. Your fur should be sleek and dry ontop, enabling you to sneak around easily, not all muddied and matted like so." I pointed back at her pelt. I then lowered my hard, giving her a chance to either argue back, which would be a bad choice, or just state something different.