up for a walk?

[hugo]

no one can lead you off your path

Trotting down the street she flinched at how different it was without the humans, the once lively and robust streets were now barren and dim. It was a sad sight, but there was still some good from it all. She no longer had to suffer from the constant flashes of the camera as they dressed her up in humiliating clothes to fulfil the odd desire rich folk had with dressing up their canine companions. As much as she hated the spotlight, it was always interesting to see herself plastered upon various doggy magazines.

Pausing briefly she watched in silence as a few stray dogs fought over a scrap of meat. It was sad to see a stray, but now that the humans were gone weren't they all in the same boat? It was almost true but not quite, now instead of being classified by the owner you have it was by the pack you ran with. No longer were strays, strays, but instead loners. It was a confusing world in which they lived in and she kept to the sidelines, fighting for food was the last thing she wished to do.

Her eyes shut for a moment and when she reopened them the qarreling dogs were gone. Tilting her head she sniffed the air for a moment but the mixture of scents were slightly overwelming for her. Oh well.. she muttered to herself as she continued down the avenue, her eyes drifting off to glance at the buildings as memories of her past filled her mind. At least it was mostly peaceful here during the mid afternoon of a beautiful spring day.

no one can change your ways

[DAKOTA]

Twiggy carelessly cantered throughout the smooth black street, a few leaves dropped every now and then, she knew fall was just 'round the bend from that late spring. As a little patch of leaves flew down on top of her head, she shook it off, her tongue lifelessly hanging out and waving with every movement she made. Her chocolate pudding eyes moved upward as she turned her head to look up at the sky. Or, from her perspective, big green tree branches with the morning sunlight peering through them. Looking back down, she began walking again, starting to canter, her tail wagged from side to side lazily. She stopped in her tracks, her ears swiveled as she heard a voice in the distance. "Hello, who do we have here?" She muttered to herself, she trotted towards the sound and soon saw a white creature, as it got closer, she noticed it's little black spots covering the pelt. Twiggy stopped and cocked her head, she whimpered in confusion at the strange color pattern of the dog, she'd never seen such a coat in her life, which made her even more curious about the dog. "Hi over there!" She barked loudly to it.

[hugo]

no one can lead you off your path

She recalled the many walks she and her master shared down this very street. Each day they'd stop by the magazine rack to pick up the local newspaper, while DotCom would study the various pictures that lined the selves. It seemed no matter what day it was there was always something new going on in the human world. Whatever their reason was for picking up the news everyday she would never understand however, she always enjoyed the walk.

Keeping her slow and steady pace her eyes studied the knocked over stands outside the abandonded shops. A few of the windows appeared to be broken, probably by some low life humans before the sickness took them as well. Snorting at the thought of how cruel some masters were she shook her head, sadly dogs shared a similar kind of criminal system - though sadly for them there were no cops to keep the peace.

Her left ear perked up slightly at the sound of... something. She couldn't quite make out what it was (due to being caught off guard), but when she turned her head she quickly realized it must of been the voice of the larger shepherd mix standing a bit aways from her. With an endearing smile she dipped her head in respect as her tail began to wag. Hello miss. She replied, hoping the statement was a correct response.

The stranger's coat was beautiful, nice and long with various shades of brown and black with some of her black fur bleached red by the sun. Dogs like this were always something she found herself jealous of. Although she wouldn't say she particularly hated her spots, she did admire more solid colored dogs over her own pattern. With a friendly stature, she trotted closer to the female, taking a seat a foot away from her towards the center of the hotter, black-paved ground.

no one can change your ways

[DAKOTA]

Twiggy took a step forward as the fea answered, she watched the look on her face as she took a look at her coat. She chuckled, most dogs have admired it also, and she loved to brag of it, but with meeting a new dog and all, she tried to slack off of that. "Hehe, don't worry, my coat is just as good as the next dog's." She looked around to see if any other dogs with magnificent pelts were around, she quietly exhaled, relieved. She sat down and smiled cheerfully. "And by the way, I never got your name, mine's Twiggy, but you can call me Twig, or any other nickname you like. I don't really mind. So whats your's?" Her tail waved a little, she loved meeting new dogs, to her there was no greater joy than making a new friend. Not that she'd had many, most dogs were driven away by her. Sure she was a little talkative and pushy most of the time, but hey, that's a good trait. Right?