A Late Start (rping Skye)

[rip]

ooc: Sorry I've been... non existent with Skye so far. Lot on my plate, but now it's all done so here we go.

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As the morning sun peaked up from the horizon and climbed high into the sky, people and dogs alike went about their daily business of 'do jobs' they did every day. They continued monotonously going, back and forth baccckkk and forth... didn't any of them get tired of it? Then again, some lives were more exciting then others, and it didn't take much to get them up there either. It was just an effort of optimism! But.. sometimes people were just too tired to make that extra effort.

Take Skye, for example. Even though every other dog in the port was up and running around, aiding their masters and helping Faline, this mutt of a dog was still sleeping in her cozy little bed of old rags. Warm, happy, with her foot twitching occasionally, she was lost in a wonderful world filled with bow-tied bones and flying fish. A doggie grin snuggled onto her face, giving little whimpers here and here... alas! Where was Faline to wake her? Where was old master to kick her into shape? She did not MEAN to sleep in so late... these things just happen.

She was just about to catch that pesky cat driving a ship in an ocean of mist when the workers outside dropped something heavy, and as we all know Sailors, they have quite the loud, vulgar mouths, and thus, we shall remove the exact words for my reader's own sakes.

"@#$(#(*#(41#$(#!!!! #O$#($@#(@! $T*#**#*T!!!"

However nasty and vile this language was, it was more then enough to startle poor Skye from her happy, peaceful slumber. She awoke with such a start that her eyes were only half open, rolling over and spreading her forelegs as if bracing herself. "I'll catch it Sir! COUNT ON ME! IT WONT GET AWAY AGAIN ON MY HONOR AS A PIRATE-....."

Within the time span of 60 seconds, she had realized what was going on and poor dear Skye was horrified. "OH NO!" She cried, her mouth in the shape of an O. "What will Faline think of me?!""

And with that, out the door she raced, leaping over the obstacles the sailors were loading away and dove straight for the sea gulls crowding around a piece of stale bread. How dare they flock here! In this CLEAN and wonderful place! A shrill explosion of barks burst through her throat to the air, diving at the birds with frustration. "OUT! OUT OUT OUT!"

[rip]

ooc: =(

[irisberry]

It was a nice morning, and the cobbles were pleasantly warm to a tired canine's belly. Berry dozed, belly full of fish which had been - although fun to catch - utterly tasteless. He wasn't one to complain, though. Food was food.

He lay sprawled on the top step of a short path down to the dock-side, either ignoring or paying no attention to the workers and sailors who were annoyed to find themselves with a big black obstacle in their way. He had been, so far, lucky enough to escape kicks. The one human who'd been inclined to give him a rude awakening had had second thoughts when she realised she was facing what looked like a large wolf. And that was, infact, exactly what Berry appeared to be. With his thick fur still slicked down by seawater, you'd probably have to have dragged a fullblooded wolf alongside him to see the difference in build.

Oblivious to the woman's inspection and subsequent retreat, he lazily licked his lips and then yawned before lowering his chin onto a discarded scrap of sail. He lay dreaming for a little while longer before he heard the hysterical voice of what sounded like a ... young dog, was it?

He didn't bother to look around beforehand, but nevertheless he heaved himself ungracefully onto his feet - popping up right infront of Skye as she leaped forward again.