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Forever Eternity :: Rural :: Farwood Forest :: Spots of Silver

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Taz // 3 yr. old Weimaraner // Dog

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Spots of Silver
« Thread Started on Jan 17, 2006, 7:16pm »

He entered the forest in a smooth jog, softly tapping the ground with the flat of his paw, from a distance you could've swore he was floating. He inherited his smooth gait from his mother, an excellent show bitch in her younger years. She could move almost catlike, ellegance was a second nature belonging to her. He slowed, picking up his relaxed walk. He raised his paws high, avoiding contact with anything gouging outward from the forest floor. He ears were limp, but alert at that. He was always listening. His tail swayed with the rythm of his movement. All-to-showing shoulder bones rose upward from his body with each step, and his pelt was relaxed upon his frame. Spots of silver bounced off his coat, reflections of his silver fur off the sun's light. His head was low, and he was searching for something to eat.

He stopped, nose twitching, then his eyes caught it. A moderate sized rabbit was muching on some vegitation about five yards ahead. It was in a small clearing, making his position the perfect one for creeping up on the prey and pursuing the attack from a hidden location. He lowered his body to the ground, so that his head was level with the rabbit, and his shoulder bones barely cleared the overgrown grassess and bushes. He took cautious steps, watching and knowing where every paw landed. A low growl developed deep in his throat. He was at the edge of the grass, the rabbit had not yet noticed him.

He lunged forward, teeth bared and ears back. He landed on the rabbit and quickly took it by the throat. Keeping a firm bite, he left the clearing at a quick jog. He stopped by a large tree, and dropped his kill. Making sure the prey was dead, he picked it up again and picked up a slow run. Coming to the edge of the forest, he stopped in front of some bushes- and began eating his kill.

He was exposed fully to the sun, yet his silver coat was matted with mud and his underside was full of burs from the tall grassess. His mouth was stained with blood as he ate his fill. Half of the rabbit was left, and he figured to save it for later. He began thinking about other dogs. He had yet to see one and he was wondering if there were any in the town. Surely there would be none like him, he had never seen another stray like him- for most of them were pure strays, not coming from pure bloodlines of showing Weimaraners. That's what his dam called "their kind." 'Course, she called the other dogs mutts, so that is what he had learned to call them. He hald also learned most of them do not like being called that, so he changed to just calling them dog or bitch, until he obtained their names.

He settled his thoughts, and rested his head on his paws, while he sunned with a full stomach. He learned that was the best thing to do after a good meal. Particularly after a long awaited good meal.

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