Still getting used to the village (all)

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Tonka strolled around the small village. It had been a while since she had been here, mostly staying around Rakine port, where she had been born. The stone street felt odd to her paw pads because she was so used to the soft wet wood of the dock. She reflected back to yesterday when she had left, and how she had almost cried when one of the humans that traded there came into port. She remembered how that human was always sure to share his scraps with her and if he was staying the night would give her a place to sleep. She would miss him. That human was one of the good ones. Most of them would just shoo her away from them, even if it didn’t bother her that much. That only made Tonka learn who to walk up to, and who to avoid. She knew that this new place, Hallow village, would have humans. That was one of the main reasons she decided to come here.

Actually, she would have stayed in Rakine port, but her mother said she was too old to live with her still. It was very clear in her mind what her mother had said, and it hurt her a bit. “You must learn to be on your own. You don’t need me. Go.” But the thing was, she did. She knew that her mother only wanted her and her brother gone so that she could have more children with that mutt of a dog, Mickey. Tonka and her brother never liked Mickey, and would always threaten him until he left them alone. And so, while they got Mickey to leave for an hour or so at a time, her mother had taken their plan a step farther and made them leave forever. She resented her mother now, and thought of her in disgust. She should love her children more than her boyfriend, not the other way around.

Tonka’s thoughts were washed from her mind with the sweet and tasty smell of fresh garbage. She followed the scent to a pile of trash and food scraps below a window of a cottage. Somebody had thrown such a delicious treat out of a window? Who would do that? Tonka only pondered this for a moment before she decided that it was their loss, and began to move the pile around with her nose, looking for something good. She found just what she was looking for, pig ribs. And still with some meat on them! She picked up the rack and sat down right on top of the rest of the garbage. She loved the stuff. The smell, the consistency, the variety. It was heaven on cobblestone. She went on licking the ribs for quite some time, not caring about the passing pedestrians, just happy that she had gotten a meal.

(i'm a bit braindead, but i want to be active, so i am re-using an old post of mine. sorry...)

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Life was a little simpler for Chauncy...he didn't often think about what he was back in the day. He pushed things aside. The pitbull cross purpusely forgot the fights, the smell of sweat and blood and the feeling of power...well he tried to forget about those things.

His was a life of quiet servitude of honor. A bland existance but it was there. THough he couldn't help but feel fake, he had forsaken his own nature to be who he was now. No, he had never been a fighter, but he wasn't as stupid as he led people to believe.

Chauncy sighed raggedly as he plodded down the cobblestone streets, folks avoided him, he was a sight, a toughsewn beast scarred and haggard. He looked a dangerous sight...but he was fortunate enough no one shooed him off.

The sight of another dog gave him slight pause. Her dinner smelled fantastic, though he wouldn't dare ask the female to share...but still he wandered close, perhaps atleast she'd like a moments company while she ate.

"Um...ullo." he said simply, bracing himself in case she felt defensive.

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As she licked her prime ribs, it seemed nothing else mattered. She had entered into a world of quiet pleasures. Then a small noise caught here ears, and she turned her head around to see another dog. He looked to have been in many fights, but maybe he also looked friendly… she couldn’t tell. She shot up and backed away a little, leaving her mound of trash to him. ”hi… um... Take what you want and don’t hurt me… please.” She looked at him afraid. “I’m sorry if this garbage was yours, I didn’t know.” she backed herself up against the wall of the building she had found the garbage next to, not taking her face from the other to make sure he didn’t jump on her.

(sorry its short)

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The beast looked taken aback by the female's fears, he nearly whimpered as she worried. Chauncy could only manage to make himself as sweet as he could try...his body low to the ground he began inching towards Tonka. "N-no...I wouldn't hurt you..." his voice was quiet, nearly impossible to hear. It almost sounded as though he was scared of -her-. "I didn't...didn't mean to bother you..." he had no idea what to say, with every spouted word from his muzzle, it became more and more apparent that he hadn't the foggiest clue how to talk to her...or if she'd get him in trouble.

"I-I'm C-ch-Chancy...I live ju-just outside here...by the st-sssstream. That's no...not my garbage...heh..." He swallowed awkwardly, fidgeting on his paws as he thought. "You ever...ever...um go through the Butcher's waste? It's r-r-real good...if you get the stuff at...well you know...at the top."

Truly it was so much easier to talk to males..they'd at least bite you if they were bothered, but Chancy hadn't an idea of whether or not Tonka would try to call the other village dogs to tear him apart...afterall, his reputation wasn't superb.