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 Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 1:29 pm
 The sounds of long nails clicking against pavement and wind rustling the grass and leaves of the maple trees were the only things disturbing the calm night in Summerwood. However, Albtraum could not care less about the sound he was making as he walked down the sidewalk towards the park. Being on his own since he was a pup had made him distant, cold, and most said he was crazy. Rumors circulated through the canine world of Summerwood about him, ridiculed from the day he was born, abandoned out in the woods, left to fend for himself. He had heard numerous rumors that said he was a cold blooded killer who would attack another dog, or a human, without cause.
Albtraum didn't concern himself with what other dogs thought about him though. He lived minute to minute, day to day. At the ripe young age of four he was more streetwise than most of the other canines he'd encountered. Avoiding the dog-catcher was one of his favorite pastimes as was scaring unsuspecting dogs and humans.
However, at the moment Albtraum was on his way to the park to scout out the garbage cans, it was Saturday and that meant lots of people and their pets had been to the park, and the vendors had most likely made many sales, and half of those sales were laying in wait for him to come and rescue them from their current destination, the dump. As he turned a corner the park came into sight and he picked up his pace, loping into the park and beginning his search he followed the paths and sniffed can after can searching for something edible.
As he got closer to the pond he smelled hot dogs and his mouth watered. Approaching the garbage can in question he used his head and paws to maneuver the top off and began to dig through the garbage searching for his dinner. He was very preoccupied with his search and wasn't at all concerned with the amount of noise he was making as he shoved newspapers and bottles aside.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 4:49 pm
 It was magic hour and in a house off of Cherry Land a young rough collie couldn't get settled. All the other dogs that lived under that roof where clam now and not tolerant of the teens playful mood. So to save the other from the teen Mangshra graded a leash, some grab bags and headed for the door. Olive followed happily.
Once outside Olive sniffed the grass and flopped over on her side and rolled, the grass was cut that morning and it still felt great to roll on. It scratched her back in all the right places but Mangshra wasn't about to wait around for her. She already walked them all twice today and wasn't so happy about having to do it one more time just for her, besides it was getting late. Olive heard shoes on the pavement and looked up to see that her owner was walking off with out her, so she popped up to her paws and ran off after her. Mangs rarely used the leash at this time of the day because no one was really around and her dogs where well behaved.
Together they headed to the park, there Mangs hoped that Olive would run out all of her energy for the night but she knew she was dreaming. The newest addition to her family was Olive and she was still very young and full of beans all the time. She sweet and loyal but didn't have her brains yet as Mangs put it.
They entered the park, Olive sniffed everything obsessively and Mangs headed for the pond knowing how much the young teen liked it there. Olive followed to too far behind, but her ears twitched, she heard something before her owner did. She ran ahead of Mangshra but was still in her owners sight so she didn't worry. The sounds she heard where odd for the park at night and now she knew why. That was something huge and orange standing by the trash can. What in the world was this thing? She trotted up to it with out fear and sniffed it's side. It smelt like a dog!?
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 7:06 pm
Finally he'd found them, three nearly whole hot dogs! Tonight was definitely one of his better ones for scavenging and he was happy that he had managed to find such a good start to his evening meal. Greedily he gulped down one, then another, and just as he was about to gulp down the third he felt something staring at him and then he felt something nudge his side. Gripping his hotdog he lifted his head and backed up from the can before turning to eye the cause of the interruption to his dinner.
A low growl came from his chest as his eyes narrowed at the other dog, for that was exactly what it was, a female dog, young one too, and probably without enough sense to know that she shouldn't go poking her nose in other dogs' business. However, just because she didn't know the rules was not an excuse for her behavior and Albtraum decided he would be the one to educate her on her mistake. He dipped his head and set his hot dog down on the grass before leveling an intense, disapproving gaze upon the collie.
"Just what do we have here? A nosy little pup who hasn't learned to mind her own business and leave others to mind their own? Well well... that's just too bad... for you." Albtraum stepped closer, his eyes glinting in the light of the moon and lamps that illuminated the parks walkways. "You see... around these parts most dogs know not to bother me, perhaps you've heard the tales? The ones about the crazy stray, doesn't care about anyone but himself, ruthless, no heart, cold-blooded killer? I will attack humans, dogs, and any other creature foolish enough to meddle in my affairs... little missy... tonight is just not your night." Another step closer and he smiled, a sinister looking grin that would have any human thinking he was rabid and most other animals running the opposite direction in fear. He was quite curious to see what this young collie would do, she certainly didn't seem to be very street smart.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 12:03 pm
As the orange dog turned to face her, Olive's heart started to race. It wasn't fear that made it race a quarter of a mile a minute, she didn't know she had to fear him, no it was pure excitement that made the young teen's blood rush. Her tail could have fanned two fires it was going so fast. Her head cocked to the side as her ears went up, her eyes followed the hot dog as it was placed on the ground. Man it looked good but it wasn't her focus here tonight. Olive was a bit surprised to hear that it was a male but it only deepen her fascination of the odd canine.
She knew he was talking, she can see his mouth moving but she heard nothing. Her mind was going a mile a minute, there was so much to asked him. She cut off his last sentence as her mouth moved before her brain could keep up. "Oh my gosh! Why dose your tail have a fin! Is you mom a fish! Why do you have horns? Why are there spikes on your back? Do you have an owner? Is that a costume? How many hot dogs do you eat in a day? Why is your fur so funny looking?" The question spilled out of her mouth in a fast blur. She bounced around a little as her body could not contain all the excitement.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 12:58 pm
A brief flash of shock crossed his features as the young dog cut him off and fired a whole slew of questions faster than he could comprehend. A slight tilt of the head and quirk of the brow unseated his previous sinister look and replaced it with an almost baffled expression. She wasn't afraid of him? How could that be? Was she really that dense? Did she grow up an orphan and not know how to read body language? Honestly he was at a loss as to what possessed her to still be standing in his presence, much less what was compelling her to interrogate him.
With a frown and a narrowing of his eyes he barked, a sharp gruff noise meant to silence her babbling. When she stopped talking he smiled slightly, at least she was being quiet now. "Missy apparently you didn't hear me the first time so I'll warn you again. I am not a dog you want to pester so you'd best be on your way before I decide you will make a nice chew toy." His tone was dark and menacing but something on his face betrayed the fact that he was quite intrigued by her behavior and that she was probably safe, at least for tonight.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 1:23 pm
Her rear end hit the chilled ground when he barked, at the same time her jaws snapped shut a bit to fast as the taste of iron flooded her taste buds. She grimaced and rolled/pressed her tongue about the roof of her mouth to make the pain stop. Despite that Olive was still super excited by this dog before her, as was shown by the tail that was destroying the grass it rubbed against so furiously.
"REALLY! That's so nice of you! Would it be one of those ones that taste like beacon and has a squeaker! Those are my favorite!" Obliviously the teen has selective hearing right now but no sooner then she had finished talking did her owner come around the bend. Mangs stopped dead in her tracks as she spotted the odd looking stray that was in front of her dog. Fear took hold of her as she stared at it for it looked rather mean right now. Scared for Olive's safety she called her over to her but Olive's selective hearing didn't hear her and the dog stayed right where she was, examining the stray and waiting for her treat.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 1:43 pm
If he had less self control Albtraum would have sighed and rolled his eyes at the pup in front of him. Did she honestly think he was being nice when he said he was going to turn her into his personal chew toy? She must have been dropped on her head one too many times. Just as he was about to respond he caught sight of a human. The smell of fear wafted off of her as she studied the two dogs and Albtraum's jaws fell open in a sadistic grin.
"Hey pup, is that your human over there? She looks rather worried about you. She's calling you too, shouldn't you be going? There won't be any chew toys here tonight." In his mind he was already planning out his response whether she chose to ignore the human or not. This pup had intrigued him with her blatant disregard for her own safety and once he was intrigued with something it became his property until he said otherwise.
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