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Post by Sasha on Feb 16, 2011 16:44:23 GMT -6
NIGHTTIME descended like a bird opening its wings and blacking out the sun, a blissful respite for those that clung to scarce shadows during the day. One such canine, medium in size and fairly normal in appearance, still kept to the darker shadows as she navigated the network of alleys and narrow back streets that made up Cold Creek. Cutting through the inky springtime night were eyes of ice blue and when she passed under the occasioanl streetlamp, the she-dog's bloodlines were clear. Built like a Siberian Husky with the same wolfish-face, but colored with the phantom marks of German Shepherd blood, the she-dog was gray underlaid with black and brown. Claws clicked lightly on slightly damp, cooling pavement as she flitted through alleys and dashed across narrow two lane roads. She moved with purpose, strong muscles gliding silently under her dense coat. Every so often, the femme would freeze. Triangular auds would stand up straighter if it were possible and blue eyes would sweep the surrounding area. Sometimes the things she looked for were obvious, like watching a car pass or making sure a pair of humans wouldn't cross her path. Other times, it seemed like she stopped at nothing. Such was the paranoia of a dog that was no longer natural.
STOMACH growling, the she-dog finally crossed one final cracked road. Claws slightly longer than normal clicked as she leaped lightly onto the sidewalk before quickly diving into the shadows of the building. Blue eyes observed it for a moment. It wasn't an impressive structure, longer than it was wide with flashing neon, decent lighting and plenty of humans inside. The sight of the humans, some sitting in booths and others at a bar, made the femme's hackles prickle and her jaw clench. Humans meant cruelty and danger, they were to always be avoided.
KEEPING to the buidling's darkest shadows, fur brushing against the concrete side from time to time, the she-dog slipped around the building to the back. Here, there were no windows like the almost solid wall of windows that lined the front. Feeling slightly safer and less like she could be spotted at any moment, the mixed blood canine let her muscles relax only the slightest bit. Couldn't be too loose or she'd get caught and getting caught was not an option. Those words in mind, the femme continued around until she saw the back door, dumpster and large industrial trashcans up ahead. Her ears perked and her belly rumbled in a loud protest to the long periods of time without food. Casting wary glances at the door, she she-dog stood completely still against the building's side for a moment and simply watched and listened. Faintly she could hear humans banging around in the building, occasionally yelling their garbled words or stomping past the door. Minutes ticked by. No one came out. Encouraged by this, she began to move forward.
REARING onto her back legs, the husky mix brought one plastic trash bin tumbling down with a solid push. As it bounced over onto its side, the femme froze. Every muscle was so tense it was painful, blue eyes glaring through the night's gloom at the door, ears up straight. No one came out yelling. The door stayed closed and the noisy bustle within continued, uninterrupted. Letting out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, the fae used her teet the snap off the lid and tossed it aside. With claws quite a bit sharper than an average dog's, the black plastic bags were torn open. Scraps, empty containers, bones and inetible whatnot were all lumped together in the plastic but the she-dog dove in, easily shifting aside what she could not eat and sniffing out the finer morsels.
JUST as she was swallowing a slightly burnt piece of meat, somewhere in a nearby alley a loud clang made her stop. Head snapping up, the blue-eyed she-dog glared toward the alley's shadowy entrance. Her hackles rose and lips curled back as she let out a low warning growl. Blue eyes were icy and angry, stance firm and defensive over her trash prize. Her belly rumbled impatiently. She'd waited too long to chance getting a meal, there was no way some second rate powerless mutt was going to come and take it! Lowering her head a bit, muscles tensing, the femme growled a bit louder, waiting for someone to appear or to hear the sound of retreating pawsteps.
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