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Post by Tripod on Aug 10, 2005 22:11:52 GMT -5
Tripod strutted around a spinney of pine trees, pushing his stump to limits with that fast-paced arrogant walk.
Approaching the lake now, the three-legged German shepherd halted at the very edge of the shore, where the waves in the recently passed few hours of high tide had soaked into the sand and made it beautifully dark and rumpled. Low tide had begun just some several minutes ago, so Tripod was able to lie down on the damp sand without getting the remnants of his amputated leg wet; it often stung when his stump got wet.
Tripod threw back his head, and ebony labrums parted to conceive an eerie, wolf-like howl which resounded around the lake.
"If only, if only, the woodpecker sang, the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky... if only, if only..." he whispered to himself. A Two-Legged at the McDavey Ranch had once been singing that -- Tripod assumed they had picked it up from a television programme -- and he liked it. Then he crooned his own little verse:
"If only, if only, I had a leg, this stump on my shoulder was more than a fake... if only, if only..."
Tripod's sad song was heard far and wide, his plead for normality broadcasted only to run amok in his memory, as frightful as the cold blades they had used to rid him of his faulty leg in the past. Maybe it would attract the attentions of someone who he could talk to... maybe... just maybe...
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Post by taint on Aug 12, 2005 23:05:15 GMT -5
Taint walked along the lake edge ebony coat tugged by the breeze and light blue eyes shimmering in the sunlight, when she unexpectedly came across a brute. "Hello brute." She said quietly, smiling in a way that indicated loneliness, sadness, memories, perfection, and had a lost feel but was none the less pretty and made her face almost heart breakingly beautiful. "My dubbance is Taint, may I ask you're own?" She stood by him, noticing the missing leg yet not 'caring' exactly, appearances didn't bother her.
OOC: dubbance means you're name just if you're wondering, xD
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