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Post by dakota on Dec 17, 2006 12:18:44 GMT -5
As they walked, her soft, tired eyes never seemed to leave her companion. Her gaze was concerned, and somewhat sorrowful, at seeing John's injuries, as he continued to shake heavily. Sure she was cold, and had her own wounds, but that wasn't on her mind, those could be dealt with later, she needed to know that he friend would be okay. Besides, she felt someone guilty seeing him like that, so her feelings were understandable. As the moved, the Shepard nuzzled him tenderly, just to let him know she would always be by his side...
Dana's gaze moved ahead slowly, as they finally began to approach the old shed they had housed in once or twice before. Glancing back to john, she paused, before carefully pulling through the hole she had made the last time they had been here. The canine paused, and looked around in the semi-dark shack, trying to find something... Nodding to herself, she caught site of the old, dusty tarps. They weren't much but they were something. Gripping them in her weak jaws, she pulled them out, waiting for her companion to join her inside.
She could nearly feel his hesitance, him not wanting to speak about it. Dana sighed. Perhaps, if he'll just listen... he might think differently... The Shepard mix told herself. Really, she didn't care if John preferred not to input on the situation, there was just a few things she'd like to tell him, maybe give him a little more hope as well. As of now that seemed rather hard for Dana, as her faith had slipped away, and she hadn't even given it any thought. It would come up eventually...
[crapish postie... cuz I'm rushing]
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Post by Brink on Dec 17, 2006 14:28:29 GMT -5
The Canaan Dog felt the eyes of his companion of him. He saw the look of distress and a hint of sadness as Dana gazed towards him. It made him feel worse. She shouldn’t have to worry about him… He had failed here. That same thought kept appearing and reappearing in his mind. He had saved her, hadn’t he? But was it enough? Was it? He couldn’t answer that. That question would be answered in time, and he dreaded the answer.
John’s features were blank as he stood waiting for her to enter. He kept trying to hide the pain after seeing the way she had looked at him. It seemed nearly impossible, but somehow he managed. Once Dana had gone in, he quietly followed, cringing as the cuts and gashes on his back and sides scraped up against the shed. As the shepherd mix pulled the tarps out, John began inspecting his wounds. Most of them weren’t deep, but a few of them had wooden chips embedded in them.
After sitting down next to her, John looked Dana over. She had just as many wounds as he did. He wanted to say something to her, but found that he couldn’t. Instead, he just sat there, weary and injured. He didn’t saw anything because he knew what they would end up talking about. And he was still reluctant to talk about it. He wasn’t sure why though. Damn coward, he found himself muttering in his mind. They would end up talking about whether he spoke up now or not. So he might as well.
“Are you alright?” His voice sounded odd, quiet and calm despite what they had just been through.
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Post by dakota on Dec 17, 2006 21:17:51 GMT -5
Dana coughed slightly, looking to John for a moment, as she slowly lowered her body to the tarps. She sighed, and curled up, trying to warm herself, as she thought silently. Sniffling slightly, the Shepard paused. She didn't doubt that after being in that cold water she'd end up getting sick, seeing as it was getting colder outside anyway. She shrugged, and shook her head. Now she was the one avoiding the subject at hand...er, paw. Turquoise eyes lifted to John as he spoke.
"Yea... I'm fine..."
She spoke quietly, her voice didn't sound quite as tired and somewhat frustrated as the canine was. The Shepard paused, as she shifted slightly, and pulled her tail up against her body, as the tip flicked slightly in thought. Closing her soft eyes for a moment, Dana let out yet another weary sigh. She knew they needed to talk, and she also knew that John wasn't so eager to do so. This concerned her in the slightest, but then again, her companion wasn't really all that open, even when he spoke with her.
"...if we're in this together 'til the very end... Then why can't it be more then we had thought..."
The Shepard asked quietly, staring at her paws while she thought. This was a question had bugged her for so long now, and she just wanted to understand, even if John was uncomfortable... She'd feel even worse not ever hearing an answer... After a moment, Dana placed her chin on her paws, and closed her eyes to think silently.
[my ability to type decent posts died a violent, horrible death...>.<]
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Post by Brink on Dec 23, 2006 0:56:42 GMT -5
After he had sat down, John was still for a few seconds. There was a thoughtful look upon his face as his mind went over the events that occurred earlier that day. The near death experience had completely tossed out that tiny sliver of faith that he had kept hidden away. After he his mind had run through what had happened, he started the grueling task of pulling out wooden splinters from his wounds, using his teeth. Sure, it was painful and rather tiring, but that didn’t seem to bother him. It never did. Every once in a while, he would wince, though, after pulling out a sharp chunk of wood.
The Canaan Dog only stopped what he was doing when Dana began to speak, after having answered his question. Why couldn’t be more than what they had thought? Silence followed for a few seconds, as he tried to come up with than answer. The truth was that he had no idea what she wanted him to say. Turquoise eyes directed at his bloodied he finally spoke.
“I don’t know.” Not the most intelligent reply, but what else was he supposed to say? He wasn’t about to lie to her. The exhausted wolf waited a few more seconds before giving an exhausted sigh. His wounds could wait; he was becoming more and more tired and knew that they would have to continue talking. John scooted closer towards so that he was up against her and then resting his head on his paws.
[-prods- Your post is fine, but mine is crap.]
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