?find your safe haven? {open}

[Tundra ?]

<sub>Gus was out of work. Out of time. And frankly, out of luck. For the past month or so that he had been in Saddle Creek with his friend Shawn, he had not seen any of him. Like, literally. Gus wondered if he had taken off on him again, just to try and woe some girl. Like Gus cared about that. But seriously...how did he do that?! He wasn't Mr. Slick like most people thought he was, he was unsure and mentally hurt by most females. Attracted, yes, but not heartless like Shawn was. Shawn could get whatever he wanted with just the twitch of his nose and the wink of an eye. He was jealous somewhat. But then again, Guster had the super sniffer. And Shawn did not. But then again, Shawn had the talent. And Gus did not. Whatever the matter, Gus knew Shawn would always be there for him. Even if he was a little immature. For his age. For his..species. And that was why Gus had ended up at the trailer park. A place he had never imagined himself at being. Or even passing upon these poor lands. But he did. And was at this very moment. Because Shawn had his "own" way of doing things, Gus was left to fend for himself without an explanation from the collie mix. Not a 'hey, im goin such and such or, would you like to come?' Nope. He didn't see it coming, but he saw it now.

Why Gus never gave up on Shawn was something now even he could explain. Okay, he did give up on him sometimes..just not as frequently as he used to. This was Gus's bestfriend he was talking about. Yeah, that dude. None of Gus's relationships were as intense, yet so funny and admirable at the same time. Gus was a very serious canine, especially when it came to work. But Shawn was just the opposite. He was just a happy go lucky, mysterious kind of guy. Who, quite frankly, needed something to do with his life. And not bother his. Did that happen? No. Would it ever happen? Probably not, from the way he ways already rapidly reaching his adult years. They balanced one another out very, very well. Like Ying and Yang. But that was another story.

At the time, Gus was walking around carefully picking his way around the glass, shattered and broken pottery, dishes, dolls, even shredded clothing. It was very clear people had once lived her for a while, and they were not cheap either. Most people who afforded some trailers had it in accompany to a nice house, and this was just their gettaway. Just a relaxation place. Why humans needed all this material to survive, it didn't sit well with Gus. It bothered him that dogs, of the lower species were set out to survive perfectly on their own with their humans and yet, some fancy shmancy people decided to dress their canines up when they already had fur. I mean, it's not like the dogs cared..I mean, Gus wouldn't. Shawn, now that would be a different story. While the chocolate lab was pondering this thought, his large paws crunched on a piece of glass, as he was trying to be extra careful, the thorough thoughts in his mind distracted the quite observant dog to otherwise. He jumped, quickly landed on a clear piece of land and yelped. It is a funny sight to see if you had been there, a large dog shaking his paw rapidly, trying to fling or possibly knock out the sliver of glass that had struck in between his toes. Doing no harm, just a sharp pinch every time he set his paw down to walk. If Gus couldn't get it out now, he had a feeling it might get infected and grow deeper into his foot. He shivered at the thought. Germs. Lots of them. In his body. And infection. Puss. Blood. He whimpered and whined like the baby he was, screeching inside his mind to just let it be over.

Drama queen, yes, he was. Never would admit it, because Shawn was too. They were both over reactive and very responsive to anything. Especially Gus. And blood. the two just didn't mix. While the labrador tried to eye his way out of the park without running into some other kinds of trouble ahead, his ears perked to a small sound in the trees before him a good distance out. Hunting dog though he was, his blood ran cold when he had to go into a forest near dark. Since it was sunset, he still had time to run. You only live once, right?

Amount: Seven hundred eighty-four
Notes: Yayyy first Gus post <33
Muse: High
Tune: Nothing on you - idk Bruno Mars ft..
Tags: OPEN;;</sub>

[Chestnut]

Devon stopped on the trail. She had been tracking the rabbit for awhile now, trying to find it's burrow and dig her way in. The thought of digging in dirt repulsed her- but she was so hungry, so she stiffed an upper lip. For once in her life, she sucked it up and somehow convinced herself that she would have to get dirty. Afterwards forgetting it ever happened, pretending she didn't just dig through the poor soil. Devon sighed and sat on her haunches, hanging her head, clearly upset she had lost the trail. It was safe to say her skills were a little rusty from all the pampering and fenced in, outside animal free yard in her old families New York mansion. She hated this. She didn't belong here. She missed retrieving the false ducks, she missed swimming long hours in the lakes around the park and getting a relaxing massage and groom from her owner's many servants. Devon just couldn't believe this was her fate. To die of starvation in a strange town with stranger dogs that had no class and no morals. She also dreamed of being old, her owners affectionately scratching behind her ears as they told her they loved her and she had been a good dog as she feel into a never ending slumber. But no, this is what she was stuck with.

Letting out a frustrated groan, Devon got up, still looking down at the ground, pitying herself. She dragged her starving body towards wherever, she still didn't know the lay of the land.

She spotted odd looking homes, large though they were, she doubted the richer class had occupied them. Devon hated running into towns or little dwellings like this, it was like a false hope, that the humans were really gone and they cared not for the what happened to all the loyal companions they left behind. Devon stopped, catching sight of a large brown male staring into the forest. She felt a small pang of fear strike her heart. For all she knew, this dog was going to rape her, murder her, make her clean all the disgusting dirt from his pelt! She was fine with dislodging unwanted 'decorations' from her pelt, but most definitely not from others. If she had willingly, they were one special mutt.

[Tundra ?]

<sub>As soon as his ears perked to the sound, a rustling noise ran past him and he jumped, only to see it was a petrified rabbit. Gus jumped and made a tiny squeaking noise, horrified that someone would be chasing shortly after it. There was no one in sight, so Gus steadily limped sideways and forwards to get out of this messy jungle like place, and into somewhere where he at least knew what was going to happen. He was going to run into a rabid bear and die. Without Shawn. Without his future dreams. Without.. anything, really. Some would say, 'what a way to die!' But not Gus. No. Peter Panic was just that. Panicky. In all situations. While Gus was looking down at his way out, something crossed that brilliant nose of his and he looked up almost too soon, jerking his body behind him and leaving a pointer dog's face on. It was a terrible first impression, looking like someone was going to hunt you down and maul you. But as soon as the chocolate lab set his coffee colored eyes on a female, he relaxed his muscles and tension between them. Ahh, someone who actually understood humane subjects. Gus lightened his mood and tried to forget everything he had just experienced, but when he went to place down that paw of his, a searing pain shot up his body like electricity, hard and cold; leaving his body frozen with pain.

He was probably a bit overreacting, but it was still very painful and irritating him. He was supposed to be smart minded on these kind of subjects, but it wasn't really his field; for say. And then he remembered the lady standing right in fornt of him. He outlined his figure, very petite and a little dirty, probably a spaniel, perhaps? She looked full blooded, not that Gus really cared. He liked women not matter what breed; but it did matter to some extent. In this case: no. It did not matter. He tried to smile at her, but she seemed very shaken up and Gus wondered why. He cocked his head slightly, trying to show no harm. "Please don't be scared, love. You are a beautiful lady. My name is Gus, and what is yours?" he asked kindly, trying to expel that wonderful first impression. Even though most never forgot it, Gus was sure that it could be wiped out. Even though Shawn never scolded him on it, because he always got praise for the super sniffer. Always. Shawn even gave it a name.

Amount: 401
Notes: Eh...crappy
Muse: okay
Tune: Nothing on you - idk Bruno Mars ft..
Tags: Devon, OPEN;;</sub>

[Chestnut]

Devon tensed, having cursed herself when she had been found, then quickly forgiving herself for saying such unladylike things about herself. Peaking through the bush slightly, she'd seen a sight she wished she hadn't; the male retriever looked absolutely terrifying, as if he was planning on storming into the bush and tearing her limbs off. Quickly tucking back into the bush, Devon hoped the dog was stupider than it looked and moved away. But no such luck... it had her scent and was locked on to it. Devon sighed and put on a brave face, holding her head up with pride, acting like she didn't really care that another dog saw her poor fur, once a snowy white to a cocktail of dirt and dulled white. She stepped back at the chocolate Labrador made his way into her personal space. Devon barely resisted the urge to snap at him, although she was stuck in this unfortunate predicament, she wasn't a savage- she had some sense of civility left in her.

Please don't be scared, love. Your a beautiful lady. My name I Gus, and what is yours? Devon wanted to laugh. Like he thought he could impress her, poor lad, he was barking up the wrong tree, "Much too pretty for you, I'm afraid." She replied, her voice was light, not snobbish like it should've been with a comment like that,"It's Devon, charmed I'm sure."

This stranger might be used to having females fall at his paws, but she wasn't just some female. She was Devon, product of a high lineage of talented spaniels, she was a lady in her own right, a treasure she'd been called by the humans she used to associate with when they were a part of her life. But just because the only company out here was a very diverse and interesting mix up of dogs and wolves, didn't mean she was going to lower herself to such low class.

She tuned her had away, like she couldn't stand the sight of him any longer, like he was offending her. Which, he was in Devon's eyes, she felt he was pitying her. She didn't need pity, she needed food.

notes: sorry for Devon xD

[Tundra ?]

<sub>The chocolate Labrador watched as the compliment sunk into her brain, and without even thinking it seemed, the bitch gave a nasty reply. He jerked his head back, sniffed haughtily in disgust. She wasn't that pretty. She was so much smaller than Gus, he could just..smash her with his gigantic lab pedigree. He scoffed, setting his haunches on the ground, shaking his pelt. He was a perfect breed example too, bitch she was in for something from a playa named Gus. And his game was low today. Unfortunately, for her, he was in a stinky mood, and so she was not going to enjoy this company tonight. She was all he had today as for social, which sucks, but whatever. Gus would take it. It was better than nothing, right? Not. A little snooty girl like this didn't deserve Gus's attention. He was dreadfully taken aback. Oh well, Captain Comeback would get the best of this one. Right? Right.


"Hey now, I didn't say your were that pretty. I bet you don't even got a man around, do ya snooty? I didn't think so. And if you were wondering, I have probably more pedigree and game than you combined, girl. So just try to irritate me. " He grew irritated at the end of his reply, and then closed his maw to listen to the maiden introduce herself. Devon. What kind of a girl name was...Devon? Interesting. Gus hadn't heard that one before. And he was probably right with everything he just said, even though it wasn't planned, it just slid off his tongue like a luscious waterfall of comebacks. Shawn and Gus were good at that. It was a many talent. Gus eyed Devon one last time. She was dirty, looked like her long fur hadn't been groomed in a while, and Gus thanked his breed for that. No long hair, no mess. And since he wasn't white, he didn't have to worry about showing mud stains or dirt stains. Ha! He was a free dude.

Now, don't get him wrong: Gus loves the ladies. He likes the nice, flirty ones anyways. Not these kinds. He despised anyone who thought had better game than anyone else. Most of the time they didn't, and yet sometimes there were exceptions. Even though she probably had a very impressive pedigree and linage, Gus knew he did too. So; there was no reason to get into an argument like that, Gus had been through many times. It was frustrating. Gus smirked. Oh, she should be charmed. "Well Devon, you should be charmed. For, it's not just everyday you get to meet a legendary figure such as I." he laughed heartily on this insides, knowing he was making up a bunch of crap for this girl, just to make her mysteriously come around. Gus knew she never would, but that really did suck for her. She was missing a lot of what the great world could offer.

Amount: 495
Notes: Eh...
Muse: okay
Tune: Crazy People - Ke$ha
Tags: Devon, OPEN;;</sub>

[Chestnut]

Devon wanted to smile with pleasure at the Labrador's obvious offense. She wasn't here to make his life better, and didn't really give a rat's ass if he got his wee feeling hurt by her statement. If Devon was still the proper little lady she always thought herself to be- she would've just walked away at this instant, giving him the tail and not bothering to breath the same air as he. But she just started something, and Devon always finished what she started. Even if the dog in front of her was bigger and stronger- looking like he was plotting her demise right about now- Devon wasn't one to tuck tail and run, she was born of superb breeding, one this mutt could only hope to be from.

Hey now, I didn't say your were that pretty. I bet you don't even got a man around, do ya snooty? I didn't think so. And if you were wondering, I have probably more pedigree and game than you combined, girl. So just try to irritate me Devon wanted to laugh out loud, of course, such low class would think he was from an actual breeding, "Oh, of course you are. And what did your sires do, exactly? Chase dead ducks? How impressive, I'm sure even a kitten could do that!" She retorted, she was willing for this convo to be a few light jabs and be done with it, but at the mention of her] breeding, oh no, Devon wasn't sitting this one out. Rage coursed through her veins, venom dripping from her mouth in the form of haughty words and 'I-really-don't-have-time-for-you' looks.

Well Devon, you should be charmed. For, it's not just everyday you get to meet a legendary figure such as I. Like Devon would believe that in a million years, she never heard of him, even if she were on the opposite side of the pond most of her life- legend hardly fit this... brute, "Legend? I should believe that a naked bird looks more appealing than you, my dear- Let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?"

[Tundra ?]

<sub>Gus wanted to laugh so hard he would cry. In her face of course. Who did she think she was? this girl had a messy pelt, filth which Gus did not have. He held it back the best he could, oh, the life of a perfect pedigree. No. Hence why Gus never was into showing and championships, the bitches were all too...bitchy. Same reason he just wanted to walk away and blurry himself with laughter. It was just too funny. Too funny. Then, her response almost hit Gus's nerve. But he was also very, very surprised. What? Labrador's were gun and hunting dogs; yes...but so were spaniels. He was caught off guard with this comment, yet also amused by her stupidity. What did hers do, then? He was proud of his perfect linage; however, they were bred to do such things as that- and yet, she preferred them as easy? He'd like to see her try and beat his mum's record.

"I am infact suprised by your lack of knowledge of your own breed, dear. You see, your breed was created to hunt on land and water foul. So," he chuckled, amused, "Whatever is it that you do, exactly? prance around in front of a dressed up human to see who wins the beauty pageant? My, even though my sires and dams have been titled champions in most countries for that, that is not the entire deal with pedigrees. My lines come from working championshiped pedigrees, going back to the early 18th century. Besides, dead ducks are for amateurs. We chase and hunt down the alive ones."

he would not sit around and watched as this female spat at his pedigree, for of all the Labradors, he surely had the most impressive and desirable sire there was for his breed. His lines not only worked for obedience, gun course, and water foul, but certified rescue dogs as well! Hmph. And a spaniel could top that? Gus thought not. In the world could she be mightier? Besides, he was lined straight from Newfoundland. straight from the purest, healthiest of all.

The large canine laughed out loud this time, really, she wanted to go there. "well, I'm afraid I would have to top that. You don't seem like the types to go wandering about looking for naked birds, do you? That could be something to put on your list for your pedigree; wouldn't it?" The purr of satisfaction started to rumble, but it stopped right away. Gus knew he wasn't finished with this argument and debate. no, she would keep pursuing him. would Gus ever give up? Not a chance in hell he wouldn't. This girl obviously knew nothing.

Amount: 568
Notes: >P
Muse: High~
Tune: Blow - Ke$ha
Tags: Ches w/Devon, OPEN;;</sub>

[Chestnut]

Devon knew at this point, she was just saying anything. She was tired, hungry and not in the right state of mind. If she were sensible, she'd let the male be on his merry way, to hunt down some food and get it over with. Devon knew how dreadful her coat must have looked at the moment, and honestly, it was killing her on the inside. Even if a dirty pelt seemed like such a silly thing to stress herself out about, but perhaps it was her materialistic upbringing that made her this way- and the sudden change of her once 'perfect' life and the abandonment she still felt that made her the bitch she was, not that she'd ever admit it.

I am infact suprised by your lack of knowledge of your own breed, dear. You see, your breed was created to hunt on land and water foul. So whatever is it that you do, exactly? prance around in front of a dressed up human to see who wins the beauty pageant? My, even though my sires and dams have been titled champions in most countries for that, that is not the entire deal with pedigrees. My lines come from working championshiped pedigrees, going back to the early 18th century. Besides, dead ducks are for amateurs. We chase and hunt down the alive ones.Devon shock her head, as if she felt sorry for the lab. It was difficult to explain her linage, especially sense it went so far back. At best, her ancestors were nobles, they sat at the foot of some of the most powerful men in England back in the 16th and 17th century. Although Devon was told how rich her line was, she was never given real evidence that they were in fact, always breed for greatness.

"I could go on and on about my breed, sir," Devon looked him straight in the eyes, her brown meeting his, challenging him, "Or I could show you." Devon, although more of a talker then a doer, was not going to sit this one out. Not when it had so many benefits. She could show this wannabee up whilst getting the food she so desperately needed. Devon knew she may not have the strength to go after a bird, but she would try- her determination would get her through it.

[Tundra ?]

<sub>Gus was to say, a bit surprised when she didn't come back at him with a rude, snappy comment of hers to get back at him. Gus watched the tension grow, to a hint of strong scent, a challenge. Was this dame challenging him? Challenging Guster? That would be something new. Gus had never really been physically challenges by his talents and what his breed could do. Gus had a natural prey drive, a high one among the Labrador breed. But before Gus could return the tense, rough body language, Devon spoke up about showing him what her lines could do. Oh, this would be interesting. What would they be hunting? Probably whatever would be available to them at the time they were together. Testing each other's breed...that would be interesting. To Gus, her posture was challenging; yet very weary. It would hopefully give him the upper-hand, but who needed one when you breed would win over all? He would give her her texture of her breed, but whatever she would go on and on about did not matter at the time, because she made no sense.

Her comfortable position seemed to bother her, her mind busy with something that Gus could not pick out. Only if Shawn where here..poor Shawn would get bashed for his breed, and being mixed. Although he was a beautiful creature, he was not completely pure of bloodlines. His grandparents were, like Guster's way before him, but not in the third to fourth generation. The chocolate lab, at his standard stood back on his four heavily muscled legs, lifted his haunches and shook his pelt. His light golden and brown eyes made him out from all the rest, the one, million dollar trait the breeders and hunters look for in the breed. They call it the 'wise eye', and Guster was just that. "Alright. I'm up for the task. Where do, m'lady?" he tried to say as politely as possible, knowing that he didn't want to put her still on his 'bad' list as to when he came around looking for some attention with Shawn. Even so, maybe she would warm up to him sooner or later. Right now he was focused on hunting. And winning.

Amount: 500
Notes: Sorry for the wait~
Muse: No..its..no..
Tune: Crazy Kids -Kesha
Tags: Cheese w/Devon, OPEN;;</sub>