Never Say Never [ Reserved ------ Rated R ]

[lemmy]

[td]

The pond's gentle ripples reflected off the moon. The mosquitoes and fireflies danced overhead of the cool layer of water of the beautiful small pond. Crickets calling nearby and the grass being affected by the breeze. The cool night breeze. Nobody usually came here after hours at this park. No dog. No cat. No human, or twoleg. It was usually peaceful. And if you were lucky, you could find something that was left behind by the twolegs. There delicious food. It usually kept mutts like Kadabra happy.Kadabra was the probably only happy, hyper and annoying dog, who would be so quiet happy and peaceful at night like this. She usually came here every night ever since she arrived here at New York City, and take a dip in the small circle pond, sniff up half eaten food from the trashcan. She could still remember her brother, too. Doing the same, yipping happily and he funked her. But she also remembered his sad whines as he left her... left her and drove away with those stupid and worthless humans..The young female dipped a delicate paw in the water and the water rippled. She spotted a young frog jumping from a lilypad onto a water and gave a slight dog grin, which appeared on her collie features. She looked around her before whiffing the air and heading towards the trashcan and standing on her hind legs and letting both her forepaws collide with the metal can, it fell down and out came dinner. Bin appurtenant. She leaned down and sniffed before she started to eat on a half eaten hot dog. This could've got any better.

[Guest]

Tatouage shuffled among the moist grass, adoring the feel of Earth beneath his pads. He had recently escaped from a local dog pound, and he had done the same thing with his previous owner who had smuggled him from Australia, which of course, lead him to that jail-like location. He was a free spirit and absolutely despised being tied down to anything; to be kept from doing what he desires; to not be given freedom. The smells of something to snack on rummaged around his nasal cavities and caused his stomach to rumble noisily. A slight limp in his step, he made his way over to a knocked over trash can, his nose pressed to each product for inspection of worthy food items. Mid-sniff, he glanced up, and leaped backwards, bewildered of how he could have not noticed the female earlier. He shook his head, feeling rather foolish, and decided to make conversation. "Uh... Hello."

[lemmy]

Kadabra was slightly satisfied with the half-eaten hot dog, but roamed around slightly for desert. She found half eaten vanilla cake and started the lick it up, the sweet pastry bursting her taste buds. So caught up in the the taste, she didn't notice a male dog making his way over to the trashcan. When she did, she looked up slowly, expecting a snarling and rapid dog only to notice a golden colored dog, a little coyote like she her. She just knew he was too tall to be a coyote. She looked at him, noticed his features, said nothing. There was no need to be fiesty if this dog was showing no signs of agression. She heard his voice and thought if she should even answer. Thinking for a long moment before she chose her words, chose to even answer or just walk away, she looked into his eyes for a quick second and sighed quietly. "Hello," she said. "What are you doing here at the park at this fine.... um, night?"

[Guest]

Tatouage was relieved to find the female didn't make any effort to attack or threaten him, allowing his tense muscles ease a tad. "Just looking for a bite, I suppose," he said a bit sluggishly, being that all his energy had been depleted. His eyes hovered over the female a bit more in search for tags or any identification of an owner or home. Given no results, he assumed she was a stray, like himself. "What brings you here? The same reason?" His nerves that once stood on end had reposed.

(Grah, I apologize for it's shortness.)

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