Post by Tapoto-san on Aug 7, 2006 11:52:53 GMT -5
Ah, the sound of pitter pattering of young paws in the morning.
Taboto opened his maw to breath in the heavenly smell of spiced chicken as he strolled down the street. His blue-gray tongue lolled out of his mouth like a great steak. His white and gray tipped tassel flicked to and fro in time with his gait.
It was almost hunting season and Taboto knew that the humans and their dogs would be getting ready for it.
At the moment however, most of the hunters were at the local bar speaking with allies about tracking techniques. Taboto’s mind was on other things. Many considered him to be a bad hunter due to his many colors and thick fur. He hated it.
During the greats snows his fur was extremely useful, and the colors didn’t matter if you knew about good cover. But, he had to admit to himself, he was more a fighter than a stalker.
He remembered the jeering voices of a few junky mutts he had encounters a fortnight ago.
Hey, you’re an English Shepherd, aren’t you? Hah! You got no chance against the Lion, kid! Go back to England!
“ What’s wrong with English breeds? ” He murmured to himself now. Taboto sat outside an on-street hotdog store, waited for the owner to look away and grabbed a bread roll. He was used to stealing. He was no where near the forest and there was no other way to get food.
Taboto opened his maw to breath in the heavenly smell of spiced chicken as he strolled down the street. His blue-gray tongue lolled out of his mouth like a great steak. His white and gray tipped tassel flicked to and fro in time with his gait.
It was almost hunting season and Taboto knew that the humans and their dogs would be getting ready for it.
At the moment however, most of the hunters were at the local bar speaking with allies about tracking techniques. Taboto’s mind was on other things. Many considered him to be a bad hunter due to his many colors and thick fur. He hated it.
During the greats snows his fur was extremely useful, and the colors didn’t matter if you knew about good cover. But, he had to admit to himself, he was more a fighter than a stalker.
He remembered the jeering voices of a few junky mutts he had encounters a fortnight ago.
Hey, you’re an English Shepherd, aren’t you? Hah! You got no chance against the Lion, kid! Go back to England!
“ What’s wrong with English breeds? ” He murmured to himself now. Taboto sat outside an on-street hotdog store, waited for the owner to look away and grabbed a bread roll. He was used to stealing. He was no where near the forest and there was no other way to get food.