My Fair Lady [Open]

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The air was still, not evening daring to whisper. The trees and undergrowth slept soundly without a single movement under the hot, Colorado sun. Birds dared not disturb the silence that enveloped the wilderness this day, everyone could us a little peace and quiet. As all seemed peaceful and sound, a sharp squeal pierced the air like nails on a chalkboard. The regal spaniel that had traveled across this wasteland was absolutely mortified, lifting her right paw to inspect the damage. Her normally pristine white paw had been covered in mud, any other would be delighted at the fact, that meant water was close, but not Devon, ooh not Devon. One might ask how such a beautiful creature as she had ended up in this god forsaken hell hole. The answer was simple, she was thirsty. She's ransacked all the abandoned buildings that might have any trace of water, not wanting to objectify herself to these terrible conditions and keep her dignity in tack. But it was not to be, the poor spaniel would have to track down water; She loved water, it was in her breeding, but the mud was not her friend, and she wasn't about to make exceptions just because she was all alone now.

"I can't believe I have to do this, they should have servants for this!"

What could one expect from such a dog, one that had been raised her whole life in the lap of luxury, having everything at her beck and bark. She growled at the Earth, blaming it for putting such an atrocious substance in front of her. Devon placed her poor, stained paw back down on the ground, sticking her nose up in the air and walking on, lifting her legs high to show just how regal she was. One might think it was ridiculous, she was out here alone, no one was going to care. But Devon knew better, this was the uncivilized part of the nation, anyone could pop out at anytime; thieves, murderers, rapists, and just plain weirdos... anything.

Devon came towards a small stream of water, it barely being wider then her body, "You must be joking." The bottom was muddy, the dirt around it was muddy, everything was muddy! Devon was officially in her worst nightmare.

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A long tongue could be seen hanging from a painted maw, accompanied by rapid panting and the sound of careful footsteps. The working dog was used to high temperatures such as this, and could thrive in them with ease, but when her mind wasn't on the job, it took a lot out of her. So, tassel swaying smoothly along with her hips, the collie padded through the woods in search of water. She watched with a weak grin as the young fledglings hopped about on the ground, robotic movements following every sound around them. It wasn't so long ago that these small avians were just popping out of their eggs, and to see that they'd survived the "fly-or-die" test of mother nature warmed her heart. Suddenly, a shriek pierced the air, shattering any idyllic aura there might have been. Immediately after, the young robin suddenly jerked its head up and took off, soaring away. Ears falling back and heart pounding, Pucker looked around for whatever, or whoever, was responsible for the cry. A sniff of the air told her that the one she was looking for was, in fact, canine, and close nearby. She took off in a quick-paced trot, scanning every area she passed through. The earth began to soften under her paws, causing her to shift her gaze to the ground. Dainty paw prints marked the soil in a random trail before her. A grin of triumph spread across her maw and she quickly bounced forward. She'd found her target!

The tomboy fought the urge to splash around in the mud that was growing wetter by the minute; she'd need to stay alert, in case any of Saddle Creek's psychopaths were roaming in the same place as she. It wasn't that the little country town had a bad community, because almost all of the canines here were very friendly and kind, but there were a handful of... strange mutts running around. They differed in mental state, from the explosive tempers, to the cannibals, to the all-out insane ones that needed locked up somewhere far from here. There were always a few bad seeds in the bunch, though; it didn't call for settling somewhere new. Before long, she came across an admittedly pretty dame, standing in the sloppy dirt. She looked utterly mortified to be in the filth, and that brought an amused grin to the collie's face. She decided to sit back and see what the pampered pooch would do next. The female acted as though she were being forced to walk across red hot coals with the way she whined and winced with every step. A comment about needing servants to do something as simple as walk through mud made Puck roll her eyes, scoffing in disbelief. "She wouldn't last a day in mah shoes...back on the farm, that is. Looks like Ah found another one o' them nutballs." she thought with a sigh. While some of the femme's actions made her cringe, it was still pretty entertaining to see how much it bothered her. Following close behind as she slowly made it through the mud, Pucker was eventually led to a tiny stream, which she guessed was what remained of the famous creek after last year's dry season. Waiting a moment for the girl to finish her complaining, the collie slipped down to the bank, crouching without hesitation and lapping up the cool, brown water. She glanced up to the spaniel, and, with a small curtsy, smiled. "Howdy. 'Fraid everything around the water's a muddy mess, ma'am. Pardon mah askin', miss, but ain't yer kind made for this type o' stuff?"

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words: 606
tags: Devon, Open. ?
location: Saddle Creek
music: Animal Crossing Music. ;u;
notes: This will be fun. >:3 Sorry for the rambly post. ~

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Bentley was running through the dry fields parallel to the creek, body rolling along in a smooth motion, when he heard voices below him. He had been waiting for company for quite a while, snd his dainty red ears pricked up in attention. He stopped and tried to raise his nose above the grass, but when he couldn't, made his way down to the small creek. His plumy short tail that many compared to a flag had burrs all stuck in it, along with his feathers on his legs and chest. He had done his best to get them all out, and they were barely noticeable unless you really looked. His intelligent eyes sought out where the voices were coming from - a collie looking dog and a cousin to his own breed! A springer! He smiled in happiness that he had found someone who could be a friend. He jumped down into the slippery footing below him and trotted up to the two, tail wagging and ears pricked up. "Hi!" He said to the two females in front of him. He nodded to the collie, whom he was standing across from. He was directly behind the springer and remembering his lost manners, he crossed around and smiled at her. "Can I ask what your names are ladies?" he asked them.
He looked down quickly and smoothed the thick feathers on his chest. He was from a line of field dogs, not bench bred, so his feathers were more wavy than poofy and all fru fru as he called it, and he thought it was much more handsome than those silly dogs who trotted around in silly little rings on leashes. No, that was not what hunting dogs did. He took pride in being able to hunt, and do it well. He looked back up again and waited.

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Devon wrinkled her nose in disgust, the minute she turned around to address the unknown female that had confronted her, she could see the extreme lack of cleaning. The dog's tri-colored fur stuck out in all directions and she could spot the dirt caked between the collie's fur and Devon felt her stomach swim. How could any dog walk around with such atrocious hygiene? She giggled nervously, although she was more then ready to give the femme a lecture about cleanliness, she didn't want to anger to the other, she was never really a physical fighter. That and the walking mud could take her a place full of spotless water, no a spot of mud in sight.

"Yes, I see that... and I will have you know, I am of a superior breeding, I love the water... but mud is not my friend."Her posh accent rung out, tilting her head to the sky, looking away from the offensive dirt. Just as she was about to ask the collie for a cleaner place to bathe, a male, a Brittany came sprinting towards them. Devon wondered how much they looked alike, having their breeds be in the same category and all. She was surrounded by brutish peasants it seemed... she felt homesick in an instant, with the best brand of meat and softest goose-down pillows any canine of her standards could ask for.

"It's Devon, pleasure to meet you....?" She trailed off, giving the Brittany a chance to introduce himself before she just left these two, setting off on another exhausting journey to find a haven she knew didn't exists in such a place.

note: sorry this took forever! and sorry in advance for Devon

[xena9709]

Bentley cocked his head to the side, puzzled. The female didn't seem very happy to see him or the other dog there. "I'm Bentley. It's nice to meet you." He said, in hopes of maybe making her a little bit more nice. He was so confused. Most dogs that he met he got along with great, and although this girl had not necessarily been rude to him, she certainly didn't seem pleased. The collie had not said a word but he ignored her, more perplexed by this Springer who said her name was Devon. She had a high class accent, but he thought it sounded kind of cute. His stub of a tail wagged a little bit and he tried to figure out whether he should just leave her to go on her way or try and make a new friend.
As he looked at her, he remembered the last time he had met a springer. His owner had had a friend who had lots of them. What was the ones name? Sage? She reminded him of Devon, minus the crazy accent this lady had going on. But he had really liked Sage and her brother. So maybe he could get along with this dog. If not he would at least try and escape without any hair missing. He grinned at this thought, and snapped back to the present.