Post by Nataliedee on Sept 24, 2006 9:56:56 GMT -5
The long furred dog sat on the riverbank, staring at her own tranquil reflection that quivered and leapt in the fast-flowing water. She sighed and her feathered ears fell back. She stood and felt a slight breeze stroke her from muzzle to tail-tip. She shivered and dipped her snout into the clear water. The femme took a few gulps until her thirst was satisfied, then stood up straight and shook herself, slender frame rocking side to side. She yawned and turned around, eyes darting about for a good place to lie down and rest. The femora curled up in a mound of fallen leaves a few yards from the river and tucked her nose under her tail.
A hot wind causes the palm leaves to shudder. In the shelter of an imported deer-hide tent, lie two salukis; one with a cream and white coat, and one with red-brown flecked one. They sit up and yawn in chorus when the tent door suddenly blows open and blankets of sand pelt in at them. When they open their eyes, they are in the city. A bear is running around, causing havoc and killing dogs. When suddenly, the bear falls down dead on top of the cream-coated saluki and the sillouhette of a cat is seen in the distance
She awoke to a start and looked around. Nothing had changed. She got up and trotted down to the river, frame shaking. Same old reflection in the water, same old sad face. The tall femme shook her head and sighed, looking around for any signs of life . . . prey, dog or whatever else roams this place.
A hot wind causes the palm leaves to shudder. In the shelter of an imported deer-hide tent, lie two salukis; one with a cream and white coat, and one with red-brown flecked one. They sit up and yawn in chorus when the tent door suddenly blows open and blankets of sand pelt in at them. When they open their eyes, they are in the city. A bear is running around, causing havoc and killing dogs. When suddenly, the bear falls down dead on top of the cream-coated saluki and the sillouhette of a cat is seen in the distance
She awoke to a start and looked around. Nothing had changed. She got up and trotted down to the river, frame shaking. Same old reflection in the water, same old sad face. The tall femme shook her head and sighed, looking around for any signs of life . . . prey, dog or whatever else roams this place.