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» DEAD and GONE. :: » NEUTRAL LANDS ::    » turnpike lane, :: bloody friends. [quinn&kernal] Author Topic: bloody friends. [quinn&kernal] (Read 188 times) Kernal. Global Moderator EMERALD GLEBE ALPHA.[M:0] member is offline Joined: Jun 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 7 Karma: 0 bloody friends. [quinn&kernal] « Thread Started on Jun 25, 2007, 7:28pm » x. cry all you want baby .x Kernal came here often. It was his pace to relax. Being a king, it gets mighty hard leading the pack all the time. The big brute loved to come here to lay down and chat with other dogs. He even had his own, secret get away. White paws pounded across the ground and Kernal breathed heavily through his mouth. He ran all the way from his territory, even though it isn't that far. He stopped before a small pool. He stretched his neck down and eagerly lapped up water. It didn't surprise him much that there weren't many dog around. After all, it was very hot out. The mountain dog lifted his great head and let out a bark. Titling his head to the side, he listened for someone to answer. Nothing. No dogs were there. He shrugged and lapped up more water before continuing on. Kernal opened his maw so it was easier for him to breath. The hot sun beat down on him. It was like taking a walk in hell. The brute's tail dragged along the ground and he padded along quietly. It was really hot out, more hot that he could ever imagine. His long, pink tongue flopped out of his mouth. His breathing came in rasps now, and he choked down the hot air. Finally, up ahead, he caught sight of it. Kernal let out a joyous bark and raced over to his favorite oak tree. It was the best oak in the forest. Standing tall, it provided lots of shade for many square miles. Beneath it's roots, dogs had dug out dens everywhere. The earth was cool beneath there, and also moist. But heck with it. Any dog would rather be wet than hot. Squeezing down, Kernal pushed himself into the largest den. Straight away he felt cooler. Getting his paws dirty, Kernal dug a shallow bed into the soft ground. He lied inside, closing his eyes. His black nose twitched and he slowly wagged his tail. Finally he was cool. If only his pack lived here. Back at home, the temperatures got extremely hot while they trained. They lived out in the open, the only shade being long stalks of grass. But what kind of shade was that? Kernal growled, the threat rumbling in his throat. If he was back at the war camp, he would be inside a tent right now. With air conditioning. He sighed, and tried to fall asleep. x. cause i ain't helping you .x Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged my name is K E R N A L remember to respect me for i am alpha of the emerald glebe Quinn! Administrator SHARKTOOTH GROTTO ALPHA.[M:0] member is offline Joined: Jun 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 15 Location: england. Karma: 0 Re: bloody friends. [quinn&kernal] « Reply #1 on Jun 25, 2007, 8:29pm » The heat was sending him insane, he was sure of that. He was not looking for company, but the fact that he found himself on the familiar, worn track that led past various fields and out towards the neighbouring gap of countryside caused a wave of unfathomable emotions to grip the dog. He was not fearful of what awaited him as he stepped through a patch of dry mud, a slight swagger to his walk, but more like... curious, although that would not have been the correct word to describe him either. Quinn was not lonely. He was perfectly content in his own company since he'd overthrown the last dog to run the Grotto down on the beach; being by himself suited him perfectly fine, and he didn't really mind. But the sudden boredom that gripped him and ailed him like a fist crushing the life out of him had driven him into such a state that he had removed himself from the mundane surroundings of sea and sand and had decided to go on a little wander. True, Turnpike Lane was not what one could describe as a wander. Around half an hour away from the beach, it was more of a short trek, and as he counted every stride in his head, he exhaled in a soft rhythm that accompanied the beating of his heart. At that moment in time, Quinn was in a portentuous state of mind, meandering forwards without a particular sense of purpose that pulled him towards any direction, and for the first time in a long time, he felt rather free. No longer constricted by the troubles of ruling something as dormant as the Grotto, the male inhaled heavily and paused for the fraction of a second. Extending his walk to a breezy run, a light wind rippled and blew at the thick strands of hair that made up his coat, cooling him slightly. Midday was the worst time to be out and about, and the German Shepherd had the distinct impression that he'd chosen the worst time to relieve his boredom, now being quite tempted to turn back and retreat to the cool-albeit-somewhat-smelly catacombs that made up his home. not finished, will finish tomorrow. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Forum Jump--------------------» Home--------------------» » OUT OF CHARACTER---------------------    » manual,-    » updates,-    » adverts,-    » archives,--------------------» » MAKING YOUR CHARACTER---------------------    » creation,-    » logbooks,-    » plotting,--------------------» » NEUTRAL LANDS---------------------    » turnpike lane,-    » caneford beach,-    » benson's field,-    » the end wall,--------------------» » TERRITORIES---------------------    » wyverly mansion,-    » the estate,-    » sharktooth grotto,-    » emerald glebe,