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Post by severin on Mar 20, 2007 17:52:18 GMT -5
Tek
The pathway might have been old and worn, but the day was a bright and warm, full of the breath of spring. Tek had snuck away from under the shrewd gaze of old Shiloh, leaving the dog snoring on her bed next to the wood stove. Shiloh sought the comfort of her home more and more since winter, grumbling on about her creaking bones and soft hearing. The woman Maggie whom Shiloh lived with had offered Tek the same, but the young dog wasn’t ready to settle into the collar just yet, and gave in to the roaming blood in her veins. She sauntered up the path full of brightness and let her tail curl up over her back in the way she remembered her mother having it. Tek had the look of never being touched by tragedy and smiled without anyone being around the see the way it quirked her lips.
“Hello Squirrelly. Squirrelly squirrelly.” The dog reared and placed her forepaws against the craggy tree trunk, claws scraping rough into the wood. Her amber eyes followed the tittering beast as it weaved up along the branches and scolded from a safe height.
“Language!” Tek huffed, laughing and shaking her head. “I only said hello.”
She retreated from the tree and pranced on long legs through the mud, delighted by the soft ooze between her toes and the sock-like stains on her paws. Tek tossed her head and thought about sled dogs like Shiloh who reminisced about the harness and the speed. Shiloh had raised five young of her own before Tek wandered along, and had once talked to the dog about pulling a sled. The slate she-dog admitted she was intrigued by the stories, but she had never run with a pack of dogs, let alone strapped in with a harness. But old Shiloh wasn’t disappointed, not in wolfish Tek who had become a daughter.
Tek yipped at another squirrel and wondered when the trees would be green again and blossom. She so loved the blossoms and their fragrance that Shiloh often cracked that Flower was a better name than Tek. What the she-dog could remember, though, was that she carried her grandmother’s name, but she took no offense to her foster mother.
A soft cool wind ruffled the she-dog’s fur, smelling of salt and man and dog. Tek tilted her head back and let off a great rolling howl before her lips returned to the dimpled smile. She bounded into the trees and moved agilely amongst the roots and trunks, laughing at the squirrels that yowled at her disruption.
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Post by speedy on Mar 20, 2007 18:17:05 GMT -5
a lone husky shook his head and put his paw on his head top. "Days...three days...ugh three friggin' days and still here how can I get out from here" orange and white male husky complained walking on. He knew that he was only survivor from the ship that sunk. His mind complained about it. The husky let out a tired moan in small annoyance. His blue eyes looked around the forest, it was nice in his mind though. Through his mind ran many things, now for the first one, where the heck he have arrived now? Speedy what was the husky's name but mainly he have got in use everyone calling him Spiidi since it became from the accent.
Quietly the husky remain walking forward not bothering to sniff at the air. His mind was thinking his mother, his father and whoever he met during his life but they were in the past now. Sigh escaped from the husky's maw but he remain walking forward. Speedy looked at the tree trunks and then at the sky for a while. "I wonder where I am...?" he asked again from himself feeling the wind blow against his fur. It was just a slight breath of wind since the forest surrounding him swallowed most of it. Prehaps this wasn't the right place for the husky to be...he was not that wild, he was more domestic type of a dog.
2 feet long and about 45 kilos heavy. His black tipped ears flicked up and then went down and then again perked up in alert, his nose twitched a bit. A scent. Unknown scent of another creature. The husky slowered his moving and slowly stopped and lowered his body closer to the ground. Prehaps the another creature is friendly prehaps it isn't. The husky slowly increased his speed but when he heard a howl. His head tilted and his body froze up completely. He made a look at the direction he heard the howl come from. An sudden urge to reply tickled his mind.
Speedy slowly lowered his orange and white muzzle before he then decided to howl back, his head tilted back and his maw opened letting out low and loud husky howl as a reply for the howl he heard. He wasn't sure was the howl made for him to reply or not but Speedy would remain in alert and prepare for a fight if the creature wasn't friendly at all...
[Brain dead...1 am]
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Post by severin on Mar 21, 2007 0:49:50 GMT -5
Tek came to a skidding halt and grunted, “Eh?” upon hearing a howl come rolling up through the trees. Her ears swung forward then back like a pendulum as contemplation shadowed the she-dog’s expression. She had not considered running into anyone on the Pass but the unexpected surprise raised Tek’s mood a considerable height. So! The imp smile curled its way up her muzzle. Excitement rose so high in her gut Tek began to prance in place, whining in delight and letting her tail whip from side to side unchecked. But she regarded Shiloh’s warning not to rush a stranger in case malevolence was perceived and a fight ensued. So Tek curbed her rush of enthusiasm and proceeded at a more sedate pace.
She had the devilish light in her eyes that gleamed with every flex of her smile. Tek might have looked the wolf but there was softness to her like no wild beast had ever possessed. Tek had the gentle shyness that endeared to humans who could see past the feral exterior. As she traipsed back to the path the she-dog made a generous bit of noise, cracking twigs and humming to herself without caution. Shiloh had been no hunter, so Tek had never learned to be silent, and she could barely remember the lessons imparted by Snowbird. The old dog called her a whirlwind, a disaster on legs. Tek still carried herself with youthful exuberance, and now was no different.
The husky’s foreign scent was sucked in greedily by Tek’s soft pinkish nose. A jovial woof followed Speedy’s reply howl as the slate she-dog marched back to the path and paused. Her grinning amber gaze flicked twice over the dog as Tek sat back on her haunches and gave her head a quizzical tilt. She grinned still, wide and welcoming.
“You called? I don’t think we’ve met – I’m Tek.”
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Post by speedy on Mar 21, 2007 2:11:44 GMT -5
The young male husky sat on the ground on his haunces staring off into the distance where he heard the howl. He was cautious and very uncomftable at the moment. The husky slowly stood up and shook his fur and made a look ahead. He sniffed at the air with his black nose which twitched a bit. He did hear something farer what more sounded like a Rush....
“You called? I don’t think we’ve met – I’m Tek.”
Speedy yipped once- in a clear surprise that the creature ran faster up on there. He turned around to face the pink nosed creature. For first he noticed that the female was taller, she wasn't a pure dog for sure, nothing more he couldn't see from her at once. Speedy's ears folded backward and he nodded his head in shyness his blue eyes studying the unknown she-creature, pure dog she wasn't for sure.
The male slowly stood up tall and looked still at the female, he thought of broking the silence which has landed around them "I...well I did call you...or well replied in your howl..." Speedy started with his youngish, warm and shy voice. He tried his best not to sound an idiot or something. He finally stood normally but staying farer from the unknown creature a bit cautious over her. He was all the time ready to run off if required.
"And nice to meet you...uhh Tek...I'm Speedy" Speedy introduced himself and smiled lightly but it was a shy smile before he slowly made one step toward the female now more curious than cautious. The orange and white husky's tail that had a black tip cuddled up on his back slowly when he made the one step toward her
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Post by severin on Mar 21, 2007 17:06:08 GMT -5
Her stance was still, unabashedly coy as Speedy gave her the measuring glance. Her shoulders had maybe an inch his but the wolf blood made her body as sturdy as the husky’s was lean, so while Tek was slender she still had twenty pounds on the dog. There was no fight in the slate she-dog, with her head lowered to a welcoming height and no malice in her shining amber gaze. Tek’s tail waved playfully at her hocks and the smile that parted her lips showed the tip of her pink tongue. The remarkable honesty in Tek’s warmth had yet to get her into trouble, but the older dogs like Shiloh were quick with warnings and admonitions. The land did foster kindness alone, and dark-minded creatures could harm an unwary soul like Tek’s.
The dog tilted her head at his voice – she sounded as young as he, but there was no shyness to Tek’s tone.
“Well then, here I am,” the she-dog said in a voice rich with laughter. Her grin looked fit to burst free of her mouth. “Pleasure to meet you, Speedy. Are you really as fast as your name suggests?”
She took a simultaneous step forward and extended her neck to sniff at the husky, confirming that he was not a local but indeed a true stranger. Tek sat back on her haunches and scratched a heavy paw at her neck ruff before a sneeze startled her.
“Ahh oops! Sorry. It must be spring – allergies!”
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Post by speedy on Mar 21, 2007 17:15:20 GMT -5
Speedy was a bit afraid of this larger creature that obviously had some wolf blood which would explain her generally large size comphared in normal females. Speedy's head remain bit lower than the female's one and he really wasn't sure with this Tek. He was aware all the time and prepared for whatsoever, the female might bluff to get closer and then just attack, so many ways Speedy knew but he was unsure which made him uneasy a bit.
“Well then, here I am,” the she-dog said in a voice rich with laughter. Her grin looked fit to burst free of her mouth which made Speedy even more confused at the moment. “Pleasure to meet you, Speedy. Are you really as fast as your name suggests?”
Speedy grinned lightly before stood normally and opened his maw to speak but the female succeed to sneeze before that, her explanation about the spring took full points and Speedy accepted that excuse. His left ear remain up and right one lowered a bit in confusement but still curiousness was overhelming his mind and Speedy moved again one step closer sniffing at the female's direction inhaling some of her scent in his nosetrills. She had large paws indeed and large form of course but not same type as his were.
"Well...I am fast but not that fast to be the best dog in speed..." Speedy said with his shy and warm tone which was meant to be his normal tone, like it was. He looked at the female scanning her form from her head down on her large paws, her pink nose caught his attention for a while, normally wolves didn't have pink noses so this female had dog blood in her as well. Obviously she were a normal mutt.
"Uhh...and well nice to meet you too...hmm Tek was it?" nervousness and uneasiness made his talking bit unsure.
"Though...I'm completely lost and I don't know where I am and everyone speaks inglish here and...well..." Speedy's english was kind of weird and had stronger accent than anyone else would have, he made uneasy looks around him like searching for something to ask assistance but there were none, only the mutt where his gaze again rested on once again. He breathed normally now since he got through the starting shock of this female's sudden arriving...
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Post by severin on Mar 22, 2007 12:07:55 GMT -5
Tek regarded the husky with a kind of embarrassed grimace at the early onset of her springtime allergies. But his genial acceptance placated her uncertainty and returned the bright smile. Speedy’s lithely strong form vaguely reminded the she-dog of her mother, but Snowbird’s image was a shadow in Tek’s memory, and her influence hardly more than a whisper. Tek bore resemblance to her grandfather, though she was much smaller and leaner than he, and clearly not pure wolf by any measure. Her brother Shane had carried nothing of Snowbird either, but looked instead the clear image of their father Micah, a sheep guard Anatolian. Her mother was as weak in image as she had been in fostering her two children. But Shiloh had been leery of harbouring resentment towards anyone, so long ago Tek had buried any harsh feelings she had for Snowbird and Micah. But she still carried curiosity for what had happened to Shane, the dog brother Tek hadn’t seen in a year and a half.
"Well...I am fast but not that fast to be the best dog in speed..."
The slate she-dog liked Speedy’s honesty and that he hadn’t bombarded her yet asking why she looked like a wolf and not like a wolf.
"Uhh...and well nice to meet you too...hmm Tek was it?"
“Yes…Tek was my grandmother’s name. She was a husky too, and fast.”
"Though...I'm completely lost and I don't know where I am and everyone speaks inglish here and...well..."
The dog flicked her ear and tilted her head, “Are you asking for my help? Because we can go and find the village, though I hear there are dog packs there. And your accent is very becoming, not annoying at all.” She smiled and her tail twitched from side to side.
“I’ve never been…ah…permitted to go to the town myself, so this would be like an adventure.”
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Post by speedy on Mar 22, 2007 12:28:27 GMT -5
“Yes…Tek was my grandmother’s name. She was a husky too, and fast.”
Though Speedy didn't know about this female but already telling her past, unlikely Speedy would tell his since it was a complite secret somewhere deep in his heart, his curiousness was still on and lightly stronger now, and his fear toward this female was now completely gone but shyness remain since he was shy around everyone which wasn't surprising though.
So she is a mutt like he expected her to be, and a wolf since she was larger than he was, so it was obvious that she had wolf blood in her which made her size to be larger than his, even it was inch or few she was still bigger. Speedy thought a bit guessing something about this female, she had very colourful family tree for sure.
“Are you asking for my help? Because we can go and find the village, though I hear there are dog packs there. And your accent is very becoming, not annoying at all.”
Speedy was glad that this female wasn't bothered about his accent, instead of English he pronoucsed it 'inglish' but it wasn't all, when he was nervous like he now were his English might change its apperance COMPLETELY.
“I’ve never been…ah…permitted to go to the town myself, so this would be like an adventure.”
Speedy smiled and some of her excitement hit on his soul as well and his black tipped tail started to wag gently uncurling off from his back straight. "Jes I 'now...vell though I don't 'now hov to behave around a pack of dogs...though" Speedy said shyly and looked at the female with small smile, she asked him to join with her which was alright for him since he required help, he was like a innocent pup kind of adoult male dog.
"And I vill gladly accept you're offer...Tek" Speedy was still unsure how to pronouce 'Tek' since he said it in his mind too straight without any softing it, but if it didn't bother this female he would be ok with it. He flashed small very shy smile and nodded his head and looked at her waiting what she will do next
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Post by severin on Mar 26, 2007 21:47:56 GMT -5
Tek had never once considered changing her name, though Shiloh had once gently suggested it. The name was clipped and rhymed with ‘wreck’, painting no decent picture of the gentle female who belonged to it. But her grandmother’s name carried no shame with it, and had indeed belonged to a truly kind individual, though her descendent could remember only stories. Indeed it was not a feminine or beautiful name, but the dog herself was both so it all evened out.
A deep intrigue came over the she-dog’s features as Speedy’s accent deepened another level, still understandable but now quite refreshingly different.
"Don't know how to behave?" Tek repeated, brow furrowing. "Uhh...neither do I, I guess. Shiloh who raised me isn't a pack dog...she has a human. Huh, I never really thought of it as a problem before. How different can pack dogs be?"
The slate she-dog stood up and shook out her fur, smiling happily as Speedy accepted her offer. She was desparate to finally see the town, hating the limited experience of her short life. Shiloh had been so overprotective, so motherly and concerned whenever Tek had shown wandering instincts. She was quarter wolf, but those traits came through quite clearly.
"If the pack dogs give us any trouble...we can just come back up the Pass where it's safe, alright?"
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Post by speedy on Mar 27, 2007 7:04:30 GMT -5
"Don't know how to behave? Uhh...neither do I, I guess. Shiloh who raised me isn't a pack dog...she has a human. Huh, I never really thought of it as a problem before. How different can pack dogs be?"
The orange and white husky lowered his ears and felt lack of self-confidence when he looked at Tek, well her friend had a owner, he HAD one who is now in a bottom of the Baltic sea. Speedy's ears lowered and he walked onward "Well...I'm sure that...they would like to have a wild born dog instead of one who has been grown up alone and so on...in the streets of wrecked city without any assistance, and well they wouldn't accept a lone, quiet, shy and homeless weakling now would they?" Speedy asked and looked at her, he could concider himself as a lucky dog since he was still alive.
"If the pack dogs give us any trouble...we can just come back up the Pass where it's safe, alright?"
Her Suggestion was a tempting idea but, 'we' word made Speedy rise his left ear a bit in a sight of small hope. This large female actually was going to stick up with him and help him however Speedy didn't keep up the high hopes for coming good. His self-confidence once again was lower than it should be, he kept himself a worth of nothing, not even worth for a single bullet since he was just chased away instead of putting down.
"Yes...a quiet, lone, shy weakling that has just small bit of luck in his life that he has survived this far...from her however I'll pe more week" accent kicked in at the last sentence. He knew that it kicked up because of light sadness, depression or from small nervousment, English wasn't the best language for Speedy...
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Post by severin on Mar 27, 2007 12:24:15 GMT -5
Tek gazed at Speedy and decided to let her own confidence bolster the both of them. She didn’t really believe they would come to any harm with the pack dogs – it was wolves Shiloh had warned about, being that they were much wilder and fiercer than any dog. Tek knew she was part wolf and that she looked remarkably like a wolf, but that was where the similarities ended. The dog rarely hunted or was left alone to range, even if she was inclined to. Maggie, Shiloh’s human, had been kind to both mutts and kept the she-dogs well-fed. Still, Tek wasn’t sure she wanted to call the old woman her master, or wear a collar for anyone, just like she didn’t know if she wanted to be all stray. The knowledge was there, in her blood…Tek just needed the motivation.
"Well...I'm sure that...they would like to have a wild born dog instead of one who has been grown up alone and so on...in the streets of wrecked city without any assistance, and well they wouldn't accept a lone, quiet, shy and homeless weakling now would they?"
The husky’s self-deprecating air met with Tek’s disbelieving expression.
“And I’m sure no pack would want a dog who looks like a wolf,” she chirped, waving at Speedy with her tail. “We won’t know until we actually find out.”
The slate she-dog started to walk, this time avoiding the mud holes.
“And being lone, quiet, and shy aren’t necessarily bad, Speedy. I could pick out my flaws too – naïve, optimistic, and reckless. See? I’m sure you have good traits too. Homelessness won’t mean anything to the dog packs – most of ‘em are strays anyway, no humans!”
"Yes...a quiet, lone, shy weakling that has just small bit of luck in his life that he has survived this far...from her however I'll pe more week"
Tek sent the dog a worried glance but kept from commenting. She knew better than to try and dissuade Speedy from his depressed funk; the husky would have to come out of it on his own.
“I was alone too, once. My father and brother’s master didn’t want me, so he left me in the forest.”
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Post by speedy on Mar 27, 2007 12:32:28 GMT -5
“And being lone, quiet, and shy aren’t necessarily bad, Speedy. I could pick out my flaws too – naïve, optimistic, and reckless. See? I’m sure you have good traits too. Homelessness won’t mean anything to the dog packs – most of ‘em are strays anyway, no humans!”
The female had high up spirit and strong self confidence, Speedy gave points for her because of that, but he didn't give any for himself. The orange and white husky lightly smiled at the female since she at least SOMEWAY tried to help, though he wasn't begging any but he was glad that she accepted him to walk with her...
“I was alone too, once. My father and brother’s master didn’t want me, so he left me in the forest.”
Speedy gave a small smirk and memorized that he was never left, well his owners and parents died before he was even a grown up male nor adoult so he was basically being outcasted when he was just a pup. "In my homeland...the time when I was born there was a horrible Civil War...my parents including siblings and owners died in that war...my home was blown off into millions of pieces...I was left alone in a street to live on my own, plus I was just 8 weeks old, kind of trategy for a young husky that waited a good and nice life, eh?" Speedy explained and kept going on his head a bit lower. That what he told was a thing he rarely discussed about since it was disgusting in his mind...
War...an unknown word for many but for him, word of evilness, hell and destruction. "You're quite lucky that you were at least fed and you grew in a nice home after all...well most of you're life" Speedy added remembering her telling about her lone living....
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