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Post by [volde is a sexy beast] on Sept 10, 2008 3:08:04 GMT -5
A faded paw kissed the grass as Tragedy padded along the top of the cliff. A rock broke away from the cliffside as a claw clacked over the edge. He was quick to dart away from the edge, even though it didn't matter if he fell. A ghost didn't need to worry about hurting itself. He'd been dead for eighty years, all of which were spent learning the do's and don'ts of the afterlife. He had not really spoken to anyone in the eighty years since the humans were driven away. He'd only ever attempted to join a pack once as the canines never accepted him in. They felt that as ghosts could not harm anyone or get harmed he had an advantage over all of them, and couldn't be accepted. This had left him wondering if he should ever try again.
His death had not been a pretty one. He had been mistreated most of his life. Then, his owner left him for dead in a house fire which he escaped from, scientists taking him to their laboratory. They conducted experiments on him which left him with only three paws and four legs. A coke can was attached to the end of his leg where the paw was meant to be. After that, he couldn't walk properly so the scientists decided he was no use and threw him off the cliff into the sea. Since then he had roamed the cliffside, for eighty years. He had only ever left once, to go join a pack, which he wasn't accepted into.
A plume of spray lashed at the cliffside, attempting to erode the cliff. Another rockfall sent stones plummeting down to smash into the ocean. He danced away once again, and found a comfortable boulder a little while away from the cliffside. The top of it was smooth and had a good view of the azure sea sparkling like a thousand diamonds. Waves took their turns lashing at the cliff until their whips grew useless and the ocean grew quieter, but with it's usual vigor still there. Tragedy took a leap and collapsed onto the top of the rock, to watch the sea as the sun rose over the horizon; and to wait for company if it was to come.
His death had not been a pretty one. He had been mistreated most of his life. Then, his owner left him for dead in a house fire which he escaped from, scientists taking him to their laboratory. They conducted experiments on him which left him with only three paws and four legs. A coke can was attached to the end of his leg where the paw was meant to be. After that, he couldn't walk properly so the scientists decided he was no use and threw him off the cliff into the sea. Since then he had roamed the cliffside, for eighty years. He had only ever left once, to go join a pack, which he wasn't accepted into.
A plume of spray lashed at the cliffside, attempting to erode the cliff. Another rockfall sent stones plummeting down to smash into the ocean. He danced away once again, and found a comfortable boulder a little while away from the cliffside. The top of it was smooth and had a good view of the azure sea sparkling like a thousand diamonds. Waves took their turns lashing at the cliff until their whips grew useless and the ocean grew quieter, but with it's usual vigor still there. Tragedy took a leap and collapsed onto the top of the rock, to watch the sea as the sun rose over the horizon; and to wait for company if it was to come.
