Post by ALASKA on Feb 14, 2012 19:37:45 GMT -5
• D a m o n •
[/b][/font][/size]"Where the heck have you wandered off to now..?"
The dark agile male slunk down under the brush, carefully avoiding another dog’s presence. Lately he had become very mature, ‘grown into his paws’ as you could say. Turning 4 wasn’t exactly the greatest thing. He wasn’t a puppy anymore. His social activities were slim, even though his pack was socializing every day. The main reason was, well, because Damon didn’t have a good time. Younger females were adorable, no doubt, but he didn’t care for any of them…they weren’t his ‘type’. This weekend he was searching for a girl…not just anyone though, Damon enjoyed their company, but he was due back to the West Side after the 4th day at sunset.
Today was such a beautiful day, sunlight touching the ground where the horizon meets. Damon was quite warm, making him sleepy. It was only the early afternoon; the early hustle and bustle of the lost and weary rang out. Tempted by the fake call for a mate, the large and gentle beast stepped out from his cover, awakening from his deep mind set. Along the beach he saw a couple, male husky and female collie running and playing side by side. But, Damon had his mission…Bullet would not be proud of his failure, not only to him, but to himself and the pack.
His mind was in a transition of many ideas, news, facts, and worries. His close friend, Alaska, who was a girl herself, gave him some information he thought he was useful, until he met some other females, and got different information. He really could make it without a mate, but the way this way going….not smooth. Completely a disaster.
