Why Does This Happen To Me? (open)

[gothic]

Soft ticking sounded as the large mutt's paws hit the cobblestone road dragging his form along slowly. Jakit's head was hung, her teal gaze directed toward his paws, his large ears laid back in sorrow. He'd done so much wrong, he'd killed innocent creatures, he'd killed his family. The large grey dog froze in place his body jerking light in a sob. Thank heavens he was alone at the moment, he'd hate it if anyone saw this, if they did he'd have too lie to them.

"I don't see what your so worried about Jakit....Your whole life has been a lie....

"Shut up Grim...." Jakit growled out softly, lifting his head and looking around. The mutt's stomach gave off a rather painful pang of hunger causing him to cringe lightly. Shaking his head some to move his messy ash grey hair from his eyes, Jakit looked around once more. lifting one of his large ash grey paws he moved on, his charcoal colored base coat gleaming in the light. Right now Jakit needed two things: Food and a kind hearted friend to talk to.

[Wesley]

Mid-day was always enjoyable the alpha as he trotted along with head held high and the prize of the morning's work clamped strongly in his jaws while Wesley trotted down the well-known cobblestones of Hallow. How charming. He thought, glazed eyes scrunched slightly as he smiled doggedly with a large ham bone secured between his teeth.

Snuffle. Wesley paused in his leisurely trot to a pleasant spot to dine at the sound. An aura of sorrow and dismay evident in the creature he had just passed. Turning his head slightly he heard the dog mutter to an unknown other which, to Wesley, was non-existent. Inclining his head in curiousity and concern he turned on the spot and began following the greater dog who seemed the worse for the weather. Despite the sunny atmosphere, his paws seemed like they'd rather be glued tot he surface or that he would disappear all together. Poor chap. Wes thought, coming up beside him and turning towards him with his entire body suggesting only the most amiable feelings towards the dog. Although Wes had already done more than one good deed for the day, he wasn't about to lose the opportunity to lose a put-out soul.

"May I help you?" He offered, while maintaining a firm hold on the prized food. Even if the dog was not of Hallow and unknown to him, Wesley, as of yet, had no reason to judge against the brute.