Post by Pavane on Nov 15, 2011 21:54:24 GMT -5
Clover Lawn
Wind - male Dog
Itou - female Dog
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Wind has been wandering around the area aimlessly since the other day when he had his run in with Ahiga. As with most things he has forgotten some of the specifics of the conversation, but the fact that the wolf had said he was sick stuck with him. He can no longer remember what Ahiga said the cure was, so he has been trying to find the wolf again so that he can go over the cure one more time. It's sort of unusual that anything with stick in the dogs mind for more than a few minutes, but apparently death has a way of keeping things in perspective. He still doesn't feel ill, but that doesn't mean that he isn't...at least in his mind.
Itou has got herself an aim. She aims to catch some dinner, and that's why she's sniffing her way along a trail, casting through the various scents. She's noticed the wolf-smell in the area, but that doesn't worry her too much, though she's keeping near the the edges. That's just simple politeness, that is. The scent of dog... well, that's a mite less common, roundabout here, and it makes her pause a moment when she scents it.
On a normal day Wind probably would have noticed the approach of the other dog, but today is not a normal day, after all he could drop dead at any moment, and he is most certainly moping about. He is sort of wandering aimlessly in a zig zag pattern trying to see if he can pick up the scent of the wolf that he had talked too, but like most things he has forgotten that too. He certainly is a rather pitiable creature right now. He lifts his head to howl mournfully. Certainly not the howl of a wolf. Maybe the wolf will hear it and come.
Yep, that sure do sound like a dog. Itou lifts her head, listening, but she doesn't answer. She ain't got no pack to call here, and she ain't about to announce herself to them wolves. That pack's probably already converging on the spot... but, on the off chance they ain't, she do admit to a bit of curiosity, and so she pads closer, stepping through the grass until Wind is in easy view, and likewise.
Wind blinks as he spots someone approaching. Well that was certainly fast. But it isn't the creature that he was looking for. Ahiga was definitely different than this one. Not that he isn't glad to see someone. He doesn't really bother with a hello or a greeting of any kind really, "He says I'm gonna die..." he almost shouts to the other dog. What a wonderfully nice morbid greeting.
Itou looks over Wind consideringly. "Reckon you are. So does everyone, now or later." Comforting, she ain't. Least, not when there's a practical question, such as, "You got somethin' gone wrong with you?"
Wind nods his head slowly, "Yeah...he says I have a disease and that its going to kill me soon." he says. Though what the disease is and who it was that told him escapes his mind at the moment. It sort of comes and goes really. What can you do though? That goes with the territory of being Wind.
Right, then. Itou don't see as how there's much to be done, in that case. She ain't no fancy doctor, that's for sure. "Best be making your peace, then," she says to the other dog, keeping some distance from him. No need to go catching a sickness for no reason.
Wind wouldn't even really know how to keep make his peace, "I don't know how to do that..." he says bluntly. This whole situation keeps getting worse. Where are all the nice folks who will tell him that everything is going to be ok. He would go find them if he could remember where they lived. He has a vague memory of a place with a river, but there are rivers all over the place really. This definitely is not helping, and he slowly begins to work himself up to tears, though he isn't quite sobbing yet.
It's clear this ain't the most sensible of dogs. Itou frowns. Well, if he'll be dead soon enough, it ain't gonna do no harm. "What you do, you find a hole, and you climb into it. You curl up, and you stay there 'til the fever passes or else you're dead." It's less cruel than it sounds; the earth keeps an even temperature, and being hidden away like that means most other predators won't find a sick or injured critter to mess with it. For a sick dog without a pack, that's about the best as can be managed, most times.
Wind is most definitely not the most sensible of dogs. Owing in large part to a brain injury that he had suffered some time ago. He rarely is in his right mind, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have feelings that coult be hurt. When she mentions the death part he begins to sob openly now. He doesn't want to die. Its not that he is really afraid of it, but rather he just doesn't want to go. He enjoys being alive, "Ok..." he says softly.
Itou is not without feelings either; but she's a practical sort. She's seen good dogs die, her own pack and family. This dog here is none of her pack, nor even her kind. He'll live or die as fortune takes him and depending on his strength. That's how it always is; death is part of life, and she's quite familiar with it. Met the Grim Reaper up close and personal-like, as it were. She gives Wind a nod. "Good luck," she says, and then continues on, skirting past him so she doesn't catch whatever it is he's got.
Wind watches her as he goes. Snot now dripping from his nose as he sobs. He won't bother her with his problems anymore, she doesn't seem like she can or will help him anyway, "Bye..." he says to her. He now begins to dig a hole that he believes with all his heart to be his own grave.
Wind - male Dog
Itou - female Dog
---
Wind has been wandering around the area aimlessly since the other day when he had his run in with Ahiga. As with most things he has forgotten some of the specifics of the conversation, but the fact that the wolf had said he was sick stuck with him. He can no longer remember what Ahiga said the cure was, so he has been trying to find the wolf again so that he can go over the cure one more time. It's sort of unusual that anything with stick in the dogs mind for more than a few minutes, but apparently death has a way of keeping things in perspective. He still doesn't feel ill, but that doesn't mean that he isn't...at least in his mind.
Itou has got herself an aim. She aims to catch some dinner, and that's why she's sniffing her way along a trail, casting through the various scents. She's noticed the wolf-smell in the area, but that doesn't worry her too much, though she's keeping near the the edges. That's just simple politeness, that is. The scent of dog... well, that's a mite less common, roundabout here, and it makes her pause a moment when she scents it.
On a normal day Wind probably would have noticed the approach of the other dog, but today is not a normal day, after all he could drop dead at any moment, and he is most certainly moping about. He is sort of wandering aimlessly in a zig zag pattern trying to see if he can pick up the scent of the wolf that he had talked too, but like most things he has forgotten that too. He certainly is a rather pitiable creature right now. He lifts his head to howl mournfully. Certainly not the howl of a wolf. Maybe the wolf will hear it and come.
Yep, that sure do sound like a dog. Itou lifts her head, listening, but she doesn't answer. She ain't got no pack to call here, and she ain't about to announce herself to them wolves. That pack's probably already converging on the spot... but, on the off chance they ain't, she do admit to a bit of curiosity, and so she pads closer, stepping through the grass until Wind is in easy view, and likewise.
Wind blinks as he spots someone approaching. Well that was certainly fast. But it isn't the creature that he was looking for. Ahiga was definitely different than this one. Not that he isn't glad to see someone. He doesn't really bother with a hello or a greeting of any kind really, "He says I'm gonna die..." he almost shouts to the other dog. What a wonderfully nice morbid greeting.
Itou looks over Wind consideringly. "Reckon you are. So does everyone, now or later." Comforting, she ain't. Least, not when there's a practical question, such as, "You got somethin' gone wrong with you?"
Wind nods his head slowly, "Yeah...he says I have a disease and that its going to kill me soon." he says. Though what the disease is and who it was that told him escapes his mind at the moment. It sort of comes and goes really. What can you do though? That goes with the territory of being Wind.
Right, then. Itou don't see as how there's much to be done, in that case. She ain't no fancy doctor, that's for sure. "Best be making your peace, then," she says to the other dog, keeping some distance from him. No need to go catching a sickness for no reason.
Wind wouldn't even really know how to keep make his peace, "I don't know how to do that..." he says bluntly. This whole situation keeps getting worse. Where are all the nice folks who will tell him that everything is going to be ok. He would go find them if he could remember where they lived. He has a vague memory of a place with a river, but there are rivers all over the place really. This definitely is not helping, and he slowly begins to work himself up to tears, though he isn't quite sobbing yet.
It's clear this ain't the most sensible of dogs. Itou frowns. Well, if he'll be dead soon enough, it ain't gonna do no harm. "What you do, you find a hole, and you climb into it. You curl up, and you stay there 'til the fever passes or else you're dead." It's less cruel than it sounds; the earth keeps an even temperature, and being hidden away like that means most other predators won't find a sick or injured critter to mess with it. For a sick dog without a pack, that's about the best as can be managed, most times.
Wind is most definitely not the most sensible of dogs. Owing in large part to a brain injury that he had suffered some time ago. He rarely is in his right mind, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have feelings that coult be hurt. When she mentions the death part he begins to sob openly now. He doesn't want to die. Its not that he is really afraid of it, but rather he just doesn't want to go. He enjoys being alive, "Ok..." he says softly.
Itou is not without feelings either; but she's a practical sort. She's seen good dogs die, her own pack and family. This dog here is none of her pack, nor even her kind. He'll live or die as fortune takes him and depending on his strength. That's how it always is; death is part of life, and she's quite familiar with it. Met the Grim Reaper up close and personal-like, as it were. She gives Wind a nod. "Good luck," she says, and then continues on, skirting past him so she doesn't catch whatever it is he's got.
Wind watches her as he goes. Snot now dripping from his nose as he sobs. He won't bother her with his problems anymore, she doesn't seem like she can or will help him anyway, "Bye..." he says to her. He now begins to dig a hole that he believes with all his heart to be his own grave.