Post by Akree on Jul 17, 2008 17:51:16 GMT -5
A wine clored leaf floted gently down, being blowed by the wind it had landed on a dog's nose. Jakobi drew back as the leaf fell on his nose, he blinked and sneezed, making the leaf fall some distance away. Now what was he doing? He looked around carefully, right, he was doing nothing. The mutt found himself walking almost in circles having nothing to do. Jakobi, of course, wasn't one to do a lot of things, but he did enjoy having someone talk to him from time to time. Dogs talking to him, he wasn't the talkative type, but he did a lot of thinking, yeah right.
He began to slowly walk again, feeling the gravity of the situation press on him There really was no one in Synl, a safe heaven for dogs, but apparently no dog needed one, unlike him. Every time he heard a rustle of leaves he would turn around, looking carefully to see if the hunters had found him, most times it would be the wind, others it would be an animal that had made its way through the bush. He let a long sigh, right now he would do a lot of things for company. He looked carefully as he walked, it was curious how all the trees in Synl had wine colored leaves, what would they mean? The canine wondered as one of the many leaves floated down.
With another sigh, he turned around heading towards Synl, instead of the border, he knew he would find nothing there. Now he would head back into Synl, still bored out of his mind.
He sure had a lousy time to come, strange timings for everything. But then again what else to expect from a place where trees had wine colored leaves at all times of the year.
He began to slowly walk again, feeling the gravity of the situation press on him There really was no one in Synl, a safe heaven for dogs, but apparently no dog needed one, unlike him. Every time he heard a rustle of leaves he would turn around, looking carefully to see if the hunters had found him, most times it would be the wind, others it would be an animal that had made its way through the bush. He let a long sigh, right now he would do a lot of things for company. He looked carefully as he walked, it was curious how all the trees in Synl had wine colored leaves, what would they mean? The canine wondered as one of the many leaves floated down.
With another sigh, he turned around heading towards Synl, instead of the border, he knew he would find nothing there. Now he would head back into Synl, still bored out of his mind.
He sure had a lousy time to come, strange timings for everything. But then again what else to expect from a place where trees had wine colored leaves at all times of the year.
