Post by Isabella on Sept 2, 2008 21:22:55 GMT -5
Step… step… crunch… crunch…
The sound of the crumbling of the leaves beneath her sugary paws. Bella – short for Isabella; was simply wandering out on her own. Where to? What for? Why? So many questions that could be yet… to remain unanswered. Oh what a pity it was. She didn’t care. The seemingly well-groomed Siberian husky was the abstract against the autumn feel, the colors or reds, oranges, bronze and gold’s. Iced eyes touched the sketch of the old gas station that rested only a few meters before her. A sigh drifted from her throat; shaking her head a little bit. Now, other than this old gas station, where in the hell was she? A moist black nose touched the touch-less air, trying to catch a scent of maybe another K-9 lurking around perhaps? Ah well, what ever. She didn’t catch one. A sigh loosened from her throat; tickling it slightly. A light breeze just barely touched the tips of the colorless coat of white. The flecks of black on the tips of her ears and a little bit on her cheeks gave her a rather… odd distinction compared to familiar Siberian huskies. Well, it was rare.
Whatever.
“… Hmn.”
Yet, another sigh tickled the back of her throat as her paws kissed the ground once more. Shoulders rolled in a shrug like manner, she continued walking, and feeling slightly nauseated from the smell of old gasoline. Not… a really pleasant scent to smell.
The sound of the crumbling of the leaves beneath her sugary paws. Bella – short for Isabella; was simply wandering out on her own. Where to? What for? Why? So many questions that could be yet… to remain unanswered. Oh what a pity it was. She didn’t care. The seemingly well-groomed Siberian husky was the abstract against the autumn feel, the colors or reds, oranges, bronze and gold’s. Iced eyes touched the sketch of the old gas station that rested only a few meters before her. A sigh drifted from her throat; shaking her head a little bit. Now, other than this old gas station, where in the hell was she? A moist black nose touched the touch-less air, trying to catch a scent of maybe another K-9 lurking around perhaps? Ah well, what ever. She didn’t catch one. A sigh loosened from her throat; tickling it slightly. A light breeze just barely touched the tips of the colorless coat of white. The flecks of black on the tips of her ears and a little bit on her cheeks gave her a rather… odd distinction compared to familiar Siberian huskies. Well, it was rare.
Whatever.
“… Hmn.”
Yet, another sigh tickled the back of her throat as her paws kissed the ground once more. Shoulders rolled in a shrug like manner, she continued walking, and feeling slightly nauseated from the smell of old gasoline. Not… a really pleasant scent to smell.
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