HOPE IN THE RAIN; [wolfy & alaska]

[macabre]

It was always with the damn rats. Oh how he hated them, they smelled like faeces and he was sure the taste was not much different but this was what the great dog was reduced to. Watching him try to keep down the last of his ‘dinner’ you would not imagine this dim coated brute as anyone’s pet nor could you imagine that in his better days he was actually quite handsome in a wolfish kind of way but none of that matter now because at the end of the day his situation wouldn’t change and he was still a castoff skulking the streets like the hundreds of other animals abandoned or orphaned by the disaster. The memory was just that and he knew better than to linger in the past or it will come back to bite you… with that thought he managed to hold the bile that was rising in his throat and waddle from the confines of the dark alleyway from where he had set up his uncomfortable yet homely den to poke his nose around the corner. Very few humans walked these streets anymore yet the scent of dogs lingered with every step raising the hackled on his rear as his testosterone levels once again filtered to the surface. Dejected, he turned tail and headed back deeper into the alley where the scent of other canines was greatly overpowered by chemicals, garbage and soggy paper. Slipping under the gap in the fence he came to a small box pallet covered in tarpaulin – his home and curled up. He could sense the rain in the air tonight and damnitt if he was going to stick around for soggy fur.

[ALASKA]

A L A S K A [/color]

The young siberean husky gently padded along the abandon streets of town, humans were extremely rare these days, and the scent of dog loomed more and more great, overpowering the humans. Disgusted by her own kind, Alaska felt rejected by all other packs and canines. Life sucked. No, you know what life was to Alaska? A joke. A party, having fun was the least thing that she could do now. She was always bored, lost, alone, and hungry. Oh let's not get stared on how hungry she was. Her stomach never satisfied with what she was able to scavenge up.

Her tongue lolled out on the side of her mouth, it was very humid, and beginning to drizzle when she approached an abandon house. Ealier that evening she had passed the same home, she must be going in circles. Eh, what else was new? Her weak muscles and limbs convinced her to rest on this home. Taking their advise, Alaska padded into the house, looking all over to make sure it wasnt already claimed. "Hello?" [/color] she called.

[Wolfy ♥]

Day's like this Nicia would spend hold up in some kind of makeshift shelter. But not today, the weather looked promising. With partly sunny sky's and clouds. Nothing had prepared her for the onslaught of rain that was beginning. At first it was only a light drizzle that was barely even noticeable. Now you could barely see in front of your own nose. She looked like a drowned rat with her sodden pelt.

Nicia felt more relieved out in the rain than in any shelter. Most dogs, smart dogs at least would've found a suitable place for resting. This made for a safer walk through the alley. The rain would also cover her smell and make her nearly undetectable to anyone that wasn't in seeing range.

However just like her luck any other time. She had the uncanny ability to find herself two or more dogs. Nicia decided to just keep walking by. Walking past the husky, and the tarp covered den. Even as welcoming as it was to her.