Post by seagrass on Jun 15, 2008 11:21:57 GMT -6
A huge male dog padded into the abandoned building. It would be cold in the winter, deathly cold, but it wouldn't blow down in a storm, and humans wouldn't come calling. If they did, the sight of a pack headed by the largest dog in Sirius City would chase them away. Big was a gentle giant, really, he liked to protect those who needed it; but he could deliver a pretty convincing snarl to any who invade his home. Even now, he could chase off others if he really tried; not that many would. It was a small area, but near the marketplace and Hobo Corner. Perfectly situated; shame it wasn't nicer. The cold wouldn't bother Big, him being made of various breeds from mountain areas, and his thick muscle and large frame would keep him warm. But would others be so well-equiped for the cold? If they weren't, he could easily warm them up using his... Ample, body size, but whether all dogs would accept him doing that was another matter. His fierce side rarely came into play; he would protect those that needed it, and yearned for a female to settle down with, and a pack to protect and raid others with. He dreamt of raiding and taking over another terra in the long run; a little forced swap. But not yet, he wanted to take care of other things first.
As his large paws clicked softly on the wood, he snorted quietly through the silence; it was a but dusty, but it would soon clear up. Exploring the three rooms he had, he was mentally calculating the amount of dogs he could fit in here comfortably, before he'd need to take over somewhere else. The rooms were quite large, and a cot lay in one room, perfect for females to give birth in and for any exceptionally cold dogs to lie; or for the sick and wounded. Sniffing it over, he sneezed as a cloud of dust wafted over him, away from the cot. The legs were nearly falling off anyway, and if he could knock them off completely... Drawing back heavy lips to reveal sharp, still-white teeth, he began to gnaw at the place where the legs were joined to the encaged part of the meager bed. Chewing the joins of each leg until all were nearly falling, he grabbed a pole in his teeth and began to pull it into the centre of the room. This part was the fun part of his idea. Trotting to the other side of the room, he turned, head down, shaking it, loosening all his muscles. He wasn't built for running or being fast, he was built for immense strength, but that would do the job. A greyhound wouldn't be able to do this, that's for sure. Charging with his head down, Big ran towards the cot, colliding with it like a bowling ball to some skittles. And the effect was similar. With various cracks and bangs, the cot fell over, the legs cleanly unattached, leaving the bottom completely smooth, and neater than if Big had continued chewing. Gazing inside the cot, now on it's side, the gargantuan canine pushed it upright with a paw, and, using his nose, began to push it back into a corner, near the fireplace. This room would be best for the pack to relax in in winter, he reasoned, as the cot and fireplace could offer shelter. The front panel of the cot was still attached, rendering it still nearly inaccessible, but with a few swift bites to the framework, it had fallen, leaving a gate-like panel on the floor and a perfectly functional dog bed. Too small for Big to fit in entirely, but still big enough to offer some comfort. Dragging the panel to the fireplace and positioning it there as a barricade to the other shelter, he looked up the fireplace, seeing merely rubble further up that was blocked by a few strategically place poles. It was safe, and since a dog could easily be locked into it, it had it's uses. Turns out this place isn't so bad after all! Nodding at his handiwork, Big walked slowly back to the home-made dog bed, and sat on it in comfort. He couldn't lie down, but it was still comfier than the floor.
As his large paws clicked softly on the wood, he snorted quietly through the silence; it was a but dusty, but it would soon clear up. Exploring the three rooms he had, he was mentally calculating the amount of dogs he could fit in here comfortably, before he'd need to take over somewhere else. The rooms were quite large, and a cot lay in one room, perfect for females to give birth in and for any exceptionally cold dogs to lie; or for the sick and wounded. Sniffing it over, he sneezed as a cloud of dust wafted over him, away from the cot. The legs were nearly falling off anyway, and if he could knock them off completely... Drawing back heavy lips to reveal sharp, still-white teeth, he began to gnaw at the place where the legs were joined to the encaged part of the meager bed. Chewing the joins of each leg until all were nearly falling, he grabbed a pole in his teeth and began to pull it into the centre of the room. This part was the fun part of his idea. Trotting to the other side of the room, he turned, head down, shaking it, loosening all his muscles. He wasn't built for running or being fast, he was built for immense strength, but that would do the job. A greyhound wouldn't be able to do this, that's for sure. Charging with his head down, Big ran towards the cot, colliding with it like a bowling ball to some skittles. And the effect was similar. With various cracks and bangs, the cot fell over, the legs cleanly unattached, leaving the bottom completely smooth, and neater than if Big had continued chewing. Gazing inside the cot, now on it's side, the gargantuan canine pushed it upright with a paw, and, using his nose, began to push it back into a corner, near the fireplace. This room would be best for the pack to relax in in winter, he reasoned, as the cot and fireplace could offer shelter. The front panel of the cot was still attached, rendering it still nearly inaccessible, but with a few swift bites to the framework, it had fallen, leaving a gate-like panel on the floor and a perfectly functional dog bed. Too small for Big to fit in entirely, but still big enough to offer some comfort. Dragging the panel to the fireplace and positioning it there as a barricade to the other shelter, he looked up the fireplace, seeing merely rubble further up that was blocked by a few strategically place poles. It was safe, and since a dog could easily be locked into it, it had it's uses. Turns out this place isn't so bad after all! Nodding at his handiwork, Big walked slowly back to the home-made dog bed, and sat on it in comfort. He couldn't lie down, but it was still comfier than the floor.