Post by kiwi on Dec 22, 2007 20:31:49 GMT -5
The small Alaskan malamute German shepherd cross, named Trip, wandered among the alleyways of Rakine Port, his stomach growled hungrily at him. The young pup tipped over a garbage can and sniffed at it contents, it wasn't much but it was food. He ate what was edible and moved on.
"There has to be better stuff to eat around here." Trip grumbled. He looked out at the people bustling by, he could try and beg for food from them, but then they might see him for what he is, a runt. Trip hated that word, runt. The very sound of it made him feel angry.
Trip turned away from the people and trotted deeper into the dark alley. He tripped over a old bottle and fell to the ground with a yelp. Trip shook himself and got up, he growled at the bottle and bit it. "Serves you right for tripping me." He growled at the bottle.
"There has to be better stuff to eat around here." Trip grumbled. He looked out at the people bustling by, he could try and beg for food from them, but then they might see him for what he is, a runt. Trip hated that word, runt. The very sound of it made him feel angry.
Trip turned away from the people and trotted deeper into the dark alley. He tripped over a old bottle and fell to the ground with a yelp. Trip shook himself and got up, he growled at the bottle and bit it. "Serves you right for tripping me." He growled at the bottle.