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[D.esire]

Trooper

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This ain't an arms race, it's my god-damn scene




“You is nice, you is nice, you lose some weight.” Thoughts roaming around this miniature head were straightforward and one-track. Cream and tan paws padded in a stiff legged strut as the tiny body marched through the throng of canines and their human pets. Tail was held high, curling over his lower back giving the slightest wag every few steps. Continuing his prance, coal mirrors caught sight of a group of older humans gossiping amongst themselves and munching on a treat of some sort while their charges romped and played. Trooper wasn’t too fond of elders, but they would do for his purpose.

Walking up to them as though he knew them, the small dog placed his front paws as high as they would reach on the nearest woman’s leg. His tail took action, fanning his back furiously while eyes glistened with moisture. A trivial whimper escaped his maw as he eyed the bag of snacks that sat just out of his reach. His tactics rarely failed and wouldn’t today. The group began their scripted cooing at him, wondering who owned him and flattering him with compliments. A treat was produced almost immediately and he snatched it from the hand that offered. Trooper was not free to leave with his prize though. Hands began to pet him, even going far enough to lift the tiny dog off the ground and holding him momentarily. Holding tight to his reward, he endured until he was firmly on the ground once more. “Yes, love me.” A smug air encircled him.

As he finally made his way from the women, he was like happily fed puppy. He had received a few more munchies from the various sets of hands and now carried a stick of meat along with him. It was dried beef in a thin strip. What the humans called it eluded him, but it was tasty so it didn’t matter. He held this trophy proudly as he continued to prance, this time to find a place to rest. Noon was approaching, bringing with it the strongest heats. Small as he was, his body was getting hot quick. A oak-like tree was the perfect place for this princely character to rest. The shade cast by it’s branches was more than adequate for his needs. Laying his strip in front of his body for the word to see, he too lay down. Scanning the area, Trooper once again began his examination of the surrounding dogs. “You is nice..."[/center]

Hey hey Trooper
Go see that Sniper
Hit up for those 414 digits
And tell 'em Sorry for the short length -died-

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only the strongest will survive,
lead me to heaven when we die.

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--> Dogs weaved in between each other, saying greetings, smiling and talking of old times while the younger dogs romped with each other. The dog park, a great place to talk, play and meet others for human pets, but for strays it was merely used to getting food. And this stray was no different, well, accept for the part that she did this often and had become a pro. She often conned the same human more than once, and she always came out with food of some sort.

--> Bright brown eyes scanned the surrounding area, that just happened to be fenced in and filled with dogs. It was one of the busy days, but that meant more water and food would be left out, she could actually see three big bowls filled with kibble, maybe she could grab a bite or two before the other dogs noticed. Not like she couldn't take them on anyways, but it was best to be polite. Sighing, the deep red dog stood up and entered the sunlight. Sniper had always been a pretty dog, but as she had aged, she'd become more and more 'appealing' to the male dogs that passed around her. But hey, she wasn't like that, and she wasn't about to take on a litter of pups, no way in heck.

--> The young border collie sized up the fence for a moment, letting her bright eyes wander up and down it's entire length, looking for a way in or over. After a few minutes of studying the fence, she decided the only way was up and over, and with that, the collie launched herself at the fence. Humans were rather stupid, and they had no idea how high a well trained dog could jump, and Sniper was well trained. The red dog seemed to fly over the fence, her legs pulling up close to her body as her belly cleared the fence by at least three inches.

--> Her land was a bit less graceful, but with all paws firmly on the ground, she could take the time to slow her heartbeat a bit. After looking around, she noted that no human had seen her, what luck... Or not. It seemed a few of the dogs noticed, and were now glaring at her with darkened eyes. "Hmph, do we have a problem?" The collie asked the nearest shepherd, the elderly white male shook his head and padded away in a sort of limp-walk. Poor guy, she thought, watching the elderly male limp away only to be picked on by a younger boxer and two other dogs.

--> The three dogs danced around the elder, barking threats and nosing his hind legs until they buckled under his weight. But before the male hit the ground, Sniper arrived at his side, propping him up with her shoulder and snapping viciously at the boxer. "Go bother someone else, you jackass." She snapped, her voice laced with venom as she spoke. Sniper had never liked boxers, maybe she just didn't like their ugly mugs, or maybe it was their need to feel superior. Well, whatever fueled her dislike caused her to snap at the boxer once more, this time catching his shoulder and drawing a few drops of blood. Both shepherd and collie watched as the three dogs slunk away. "Don't hold it against them, they only wish to boost their ego's by beating up the weaker ones."

--> Sniper rolled her eyes and gave the ashen male a halfhearted shove, "Take care." She said, flicking her tail against his shoulder and padding off in search of food. It didn't take her long to find a bowl of kibble, and after gaining the all clear, she lurched forwards and began to hungrily 'inhale' the crunchy bits. After eating the entire bowl, she moved over to the one next to it and began to lower her nose into the bowl when she felt something slam into her side. Gasping, she looked up from her place on the ground and stared into the eyes of a large mastiff. Not wanting to pick a fight with the massive dog, Sniper lowered herself and slunk away, growling insults over her shoulder as she left.

--> Her keen eyes spotted a lone chihuahua sitting by himself under a tree while watching other dogs pass him by. The border collie walked forwards, her tail wagging slightly as she made her way towards him, a smile painted upon her face. "Mind if I join you?" Sniper asked, grinning at the small cream dog.

[D.esire]

Trooper

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This ain't an arms race, it's my god-damn scene




Trooper allowed unpleasant distractions to evade him, bickering couples and squabbling rivals were inconsequential to the little dog. His little rest was to be relaxing, not aggravating. Black eyes fluttered as he caught scents on the wind, head bobbing as he pulled in the air. Ear twitched to pick up whatever sounds he could. His eyes wee watching the scene, but every other awareness was protecting him and his prize. It wasn’t that he was too hungry, far from it. He was long past satiated, but losing his treat to some punk dog would just be embarrassing and a blow to what he would call his dignity. It would be no surprise that he would have noticed the femme coming for quite some time before she decided to speak to him. It might be more unexpected to know that he was almost spooked by the girl’s appearance.

Perhaps it wasn’t a sudden emergence, but to him it was. As alert as he tried to be, he quickly tired of it and had begun to wilt. Trooper’s eyes were open, but he saw little. A miniature paw rested on the stick that he guarded as his body began to slow. However, body and mind raced once more with the vocals of the female. His head turned vertical to see who had addressed him and was not disappointed. She was a pretty little thing. Well, little was the wrong term to be thought up by one of his stature, but that was unimportant at the moment. The dual colored coat clung tight to her body. Longer fur was more to his liking, but she didn’t look too bad in the one she was given. His assessment of his visitor was given a seal of approval almost immediately.

“Si! Do join me.” Trooper broke out a grin, one other than the happy smirk he often gave the humans once they obeyed his orders. Curled tail took to movement while whites showed only the slightest as his tongue poked through slightly. The heat of the day was starting to increase and his body was letting him know. His mind continually willed for a cool breeze to take flight to relieve him of the heat. It was times like this he had been born the shirt-haired variety.

Thinking for a moment, Trooper nudged the stick towards the female. “Food for the Miss?” His offer was earnest, but he also hoped to get a name out of the deal. Sure, manners would constitute him to give his first, but he was running low in supply of etiquette. Sizeable black mirrors stared at the opposite, taking in minuscule details. The smile on his face grew slightly, one might have thought it nothing more than a sociable grin. “You is nice”[/center]

Hey hey Trooper
Go see that Sniper
Hit up for those 463 digits
And tell 'em Still short -.-

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