A Refreshing Encounter (Skye/Hybrid)

[Vrancho]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/SilentCallings/MollyTableForVran.jpg] [atrb=cellPadding,10,true][scrolly:h(252),w(172),sy] Molly yawned as she lay on the wood porch of the White House Saloon. The putrid smell coming out of the entrance was not very pleasing, but the cold wood, though rotting, felt good to the Border Collie's hot body, and the slanted roof over the porch helped even more to provide the much-needed shade. She did not want to move, but she feared she would eventually have to so she could relieve herself and hunt for food, as well as water. Water would help her cool off, and that was where she was going to make her den. [/scrolly]

Skye slowly inched up the stairs to the saloon. It was pathedic. She was basically crawling. Inside, she could smell Slim Jims. Her ears perked up and a smile crossed her maw. She scrambled to her feet and dashed inside. There they were. In a glass jar on the counter. No problem. She jumped up and pushed the jar over with her nose. the jar hit the ground and shattered to a million pieces. A shiver caused her pelt to ripple. What if someone heard? She looked around nervously.

[Vrancho]

OOC: I'm not gonna post a table, I'm too lazy. XD

Molly yelped as a jar shattered, from one of the back rooms in the saloon. Her yelp turned into a growl when she caught the sent of a dog, a female, and she went cautiously into the shop to investigate. The border collie female soon found the culprit. A black dog stood over the shattered glass jar. The wonderful odor of jerky reached the fae's nares. The dog must have snuck in the back, but how? It was quite odd for the dog to unintentionally break a jar, so it must have been an accident. Now Molly smiled. "Hello, stranger. My name is Molly. Was this an accident?"

Skye looked at the speaker, another female. "No, Molly. I broke it to get at the food. I haven't eaten in days. I'm Skye." Green eyes shone with friendliness. I never understood why those two legged fools put food in jars, I mean, why not eat it then and now?" She snorted. "Those two legged animals, strange beings they were." She was glad they were gone now.

[Vrancho]

Molly smiled. This female was clearly friendly. "Well, Skye, you say you haven't eaten in days. Well, we can fix that. Also, I am so very pleased to meet you. I haven't seen other dogs in days!" Molly almost seemed to read Skye's thoughts. "I know, they waste food so much! I'm so glad they're gone." Molly breathed a sigh of relief in saying what she thought. It really was nice to be with her own kind again, stretch her legs, soak up the warm summer sun. Molly shook her beautiful black and white fur, and then yawned as she stretched, and then came back up again, onto her feet. She tilted her head at Skye, waiting for her response on the hunt. "How about it? Do you want to go hunt?"

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Skye nodded. "Yea, after I finish these things up, first." Bending down, she snapped up the Slim Jims in almost one gulp. A bit though and dusty, but it would do." She wagged her tail. "So, I'm no the only female. I thought this place was full of a bunch of males putting their nose into trouble." She laughed at her own little remark. The stupid sun was heating up her black coat. Shaking herself, as if to rid herself of the unbearable heat, she sat down. Licker lolling out of her mouth, the panted. "Let's go!" OOC: We still have the Skarrsgard and Raksha thread that we need to get under way. Just a reminder.

[Vrancho]

Molly smiled, looking pleased with herself. "I think we'll become fast friends." She surprised herself by saying so. She led the way, around the building, onto a narrow path. There were a few pine and aspen trees, and then there was a large clearing, abundant in grass, with a small babbling brook, the perfect place for deer to graze, being a quiet spot. Molly's eyes flitted to a large buck in the middle, a six pointer. She nodded her head toward the deer, hoping Skye would see her signal. She squeezed between the outskirts of the trees, being careful to keep herself downwind, and not stepping on any twigs or branches. She lowered her head, getting ready to pounce.