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« Thread Started on May 29, 2008, 9:45pm »

This is a post that started a new RP thread. It is with my new character, Trigger. I know it doesn't say what his name is, but I don't use my character's names until they've been stated to the other character in the thread. So, for your entertainment, and perhaps my learning expierience, a post, by Risk, character: Trigger.

A steady drizzle fell on the black head of a dragging dog. His tail hung limply between his hocks, nearly dragging the ground, but he wasn’t that careless. It had been unusually hot that day, but now, as the wind picked up to spray rain into his eyes, he shivered. His feathered pelt was warm enough, but it wasn’t as if he was the thickest pelted creature ever born. He wanted a warm place to snuggle into, dry, and safe. But in this mockery of a city, there was no hope of the latter. Safety was a thing of the past.

With a fierce hate of weather in his heart, he trudged on down the street, making a way for himself through the crows of people. He knew he looked a sight, pelt wet, sides sunken in with hunger, and fresh bloody scars carved into his muzzle. A child dared to look down at him and reach a hand out. He growled, snapping his jaws at the human pup. His fangs closed around the fingers, just hard enough to earn a yelp from the boy. His mother pulled him away and swatted at the dog with her purse. He grabbed that too and shook it, tossing it into a puddle and carrying on his way as the human yelled after him.

He stopped at a cross walk, smart enough to know that if the humans didn’t cross, he shouldn’t. He shook the moisture from his pelt, hearing the moans of protest from the men in suits that loomed over him. He was cold, so cold, and even as he was beginning to think the rain wouldn’t stop today, it eased up, dissipating completely within moments. He lifted his head as the men began to walk across the road, he ran through them, not taking any chances. Shoving through the bodies, he sighed and shook again, shuddering one last time before walking again.

He spotted a small part of the sidewalk where the sun was funneling through the alley ways and jogged over to it, sitting down in the warmth. Finally, he thought, I’m not miserable. His eyes scanned the streets, watching dogs walk up and down, pass each other with muttered greetings or growls of defense. Some of them even stopped to chat for a while, glaring up at the humans as they passed. Why do there always have to be so many of them? Looking around, the dog’s eyes fell upon a fountain with clear water.

Walking slowly, still stiff from the rain, he made his way over to the fountain and lapped some water into his mouth. He found it ironic, a moment ago he’d been complaining that water was falling from the sky, and now he was seeking it out for himself. He pondered on that fact for a short while as he drank before a man with a broom chased him off. A little girl tossed him a piece of her sandwich as he made his way back to the sunlight and he gave her a grateful glance and allowed her to pat his head before walking away. More irony, he thought to himself, does it never end? Or am I destined to live in a contradictory world forever?

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