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Post by sheba on Jul 22, 2008 13:42:08 GMT -5
She slowly walked to the place where her and Ceasar met every week. Where they shared their secrets. Where they shared everything. She barked, calling out to Ceasar.
'He should be coming soon... He said he would be here,' her thoughts raced through her mind. What if Ceasar didn't come? But why wouldn't he come? They had been doing this for a while, why would tonight be any different?
She sat down beneath a cedar tree, then she dropped into 'lay down,' as if her owner were telling her too. She looked around her, her eyes hopeful. Hopeful that Ceasar would come. And if he didn't come, she would hope that a squirrel or rabbit would come around, she was getting very hungry.
It was getting late. Maybe she should've just stayed home. What if that pesky cat came back to eat another chicken? What would happen to Butch if those two other dogs came? Sheba shrugged. Butch was strong, he could defend himself. Sheba just hoped that Shiba and Aspen wouldn't bring reinforcements. He brother was getting old...
Her thoughts were interrupted by a snapping twig. Her head quickly darted up.
"Ceasar?" she asked, looking in the woods that bordered Cheshire.
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Post by caesar on Jul 23, 2008 2:04:50 GMT -5
 The weather wasn't awful, kind of warm yet windy as the first signs of autumn appeared, but the summer sun still beamed down relentlessly of the small town of Nenbrook. The primary stray creature in the lonely streets was obviously cats, but that wasn't all that existed. Oh no, there was a canine side of Nenbrook too. And things were getting worse for the dogs. Men could sometimes tolerate a tiny kitten and a fluffy cat mother, but would usually try to injure any dogs they spotted on their 'territory'. Life was getting harder and harder for them, they were being pushed to their limits of survival every day. Especially the ones like Caesar. A tall doberman isn't exactly a comforting sight to a human, so he had gained many an injury from the human residents.
A tall shape appeared over the hill, and down trotted a smug looking canine, a deceased rabbit clasped in his jaws. Blood smothered his lips and stained his fangs scarlet, he didn't care though. Why should he? What was the point of letting himself get downhearted by a minor problem when one of the best times of the week was coming along in a minute or two? His legs didn't move very quickly, but the cycle was rythematic and well perfected. Okay, even Caesar would admit it himself. He was a heck of a show-off. He flinched slightly when a twig snapped under his paw pad, and he hurried down to see the chocolate brown she-dog near the cedar tree. "Morning," He dropped the rabbit before the other canine and smiled. "I caught this as I was coming - I though you might want it?" He asked carefully. He wasn't particularily hungry, he had caught a squirrel for himself just before he set of to Chershire. |
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Post by sheba on Jul 26, 2008 19:39:24 GMT -5
Sheba smiled at Caesar. "Thank you," she thanked, before biting down on it softly. She felt rude for eating in front of Caesar, as she would before any dog. "Did you eat?"
She still smiled. Caesar had a way of... Well, not showing that he had eaten. He was skinny, and she was so...
Sheba kicked herself mentally. She didn't want to think about what she looked like. She didn't care. She looked up at Caesar. Maybe he didn't care either. But she wouldn't ask.
"How is everything?" she asked, licking her paw softly. She wondered if Caesar had killed any cats lately. He was so nice around other dogs, but when a cat got near, 'Crazy Caesar' was released. Much to Sheba's displeasure.
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Post by caesar on Jul 27, 2008 13:20:31 GMT -5
The tall figure with long legs progressed forwards, and he relaxed his body as he slipped into a lying position. Caesar's long brown ears flicked absent mindedly to a few different locations. Casually, he checked for danger before completely relaxing. You can never be too sure... His also long, chocolate tail began to slowly wag, his pleasure showing. The highlight of the week. What wasn't to love? He was in his favourite place with one of his best friends, his belly was full and he didn't have a worry in the world. Apart from those, cats. The doberman almost growled at the sheer thought of the furry feline fiends. Why did some dogs like them? All they did was scratch you, and bite you, and kill your siblings... No. He wouldn't let memories spoil this day. He had been looking forward to it for a good while, and some harsh reality wouldn't cease his pleasure.
"You're welcome!" Caesar brightly announced, still grinning. "And yeah; I got a squirrel on the way here." Puffing out his chest as he spoke, Caesar perfected his proud (yet handsome) look. He listened as Sheba spoke again, and he responded simply. "Alright, really. But these cats have been evil - I don't know how you stand them. The chocolate doberman could hardly belive how Sheba could put up with those, those, monsters! |
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Post by sheba on Jul 28, 2008 9:08:12 GMT -5
Sheba smiled as the doberman announced that he had already eaten. "A squirrel? They're fast little things.."
Sheba listened to Caesar's reply and chuckled. She recalled the encounter with the chicken-killer, purple-eyed cat. "A few days ago there was this whitye cat with purple eyes. Really odd, and she had killed a chicken. Usually I kill the chicken killers, but Shiba and her side kick were there... So I let them have her. She got away." She laughed at the thought of Shiba letting the little cat get away, then cursing under her breath.
She then pictured Aspen trudging along. Gosh, he was funny. And, though he said he wasn't, so stupid. 'We ain't stupid,' she thought in a mocking voice that sounded much like Aspen's. She laughed quietly.
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Post by caesar on Jul 29, 2008 11:21:07 GMT -5
Caear puffed out his chest with extra pride. Of course, he was a good hunter and fighter. He was the strongest, bestest dog in the forest. His beliefs were far from the truth. Although a decent fighter, his hunting skills left much to be improved and his squirrel-catch nwas a fluke. Of course, he wouldn't forget about it. No ways. A heck of a show off was Caesar. But he was oblivious to his major fault, and all he wanted to do was seem good, useful, powerful, skilled. Impressing the other canines was one of his main hobbies. His chocolate brown fur blew softly behind him, the wind taking complete control for once. "Oh, it was nothing," He boasted, grinning.
"Cats really annoy me. As you know. What, it got away? I don't know this pair, but obviously they aren't the smartest, bravest, best looking or most skilled dog in Nenbrook. Don't worry, I'll find the little chicken-murderer. It won't get past me," His voice was light and quite humorous, but confident and showy.
Admin's Note on August 25th: This thread is being locked and archived due to inactivity. We'll just say they talked a bit with each other. |
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