shards of glas s [remaining open]

[Tundra ?]

Justin was out on another one of his little missions again. The weather was muggy and hot the high 80's. Justin was worried that he would not make it through this..intense..heat. What if he didn't make it through the harsh summer? What would happen to him? Would he be out alone, forever, with only the mystery of his father looming around to keep him safe in his mind? Would Justin have to try and peruse out the Mafia by himself all alone, without the support from his beloved mother? All these whirling and troubling questions flew around in his mind, he was scared, not of the season, but what might happen. All those ifs, ands, and buts were making him go crazy. And after a while of wandering, shivering while looking for food for his little 'pack', he hadn't quite paid attention to where he was going and what he was exactly doing..it was a mystery at that, even if he too was able to survive this harsh winter. He could possibly move his mother and sisters into a more stable environment, perhaps Mafia house of headquarters. then hopefully it would be better than the old rickety about to fall down building that they were calling home now.

As Justin was blinded by his swirling snow storm mind, he remembered what his mother had warned him of before he left. He always seemed to have something to do, he was very hyper active as a puppy, so his mom put that to good use. He was supposed to find some food, as stated earlier, without being caught in a snow storm. He really hoped that he wouldn't be caught in it, because he'd never seen snow before.. and what if it was big and he couldn't see anything?! What would happen then?? Justin would be lost forever in the huge snow storm and wouldn't be able to go home and even know if his mum and sisters were still alive. The deadly thought gave Justin bad shivers along his spine. He didn't want to die. Not yet; he was too young!

And at the end of that thought in his imaginative mind, Justin heard a very loud and obnoxious noise to his right, farther down. He stopped in his tracks, head alert and body tense. Even though he was still young, he had learned much information and already knew most of what there was to learn about fear and dominance. He was just born that way. His tail started to wag slowly, intense on finding whatever it was that made that racket. Maybe it was a rabbit that he could take home to prize for his mum? Other than that, Justin was not interested. He shook his coat, padded over and lifted his head up, proud of his regal stature. He tilted his head, wandering over cautiously.


OOC: Sucky first post but hey it's getting there.


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[Vrancho]

Quintessa's short cream colored coat served her well in this hot weather, and although she was hot, she pitied any dog out there with long fur. Quinn paused a moment and panted. It was so much harder to find and catch prey in this heat! If only she could find some water nearby, she could get a quick drink and be on her way. Her tiny pink tongue swiped across her muzzle and she got up. Sitting here thinking about water wouldn't help her find it. Quinn broke into a run, sniffing the air as she went. Her small paws pitter-pattered across the hard earth, and the sun glinted down on her back. Her chocolate brown eyes scanned their surroundings for any sign of water or life. She padded along for a while and finally she thought she spotted... a shadow... of water, perhaps? She trotted closer. Yes! She had found water! Just a puddle, but still. Sighing deeply, Quintessa bent down and lapped thirstily at the water. Then she hopped into the puddle and splashed water all over herself. She rolled in it, getting sticky brown mud all over her neat, freshly groomed coat, but she didn't care. She was instantly cooled down. Quintessa gathered her tiny self up and decided to go hunt. She was a good hunter, and she enjoyed hunting, so hopefully this wouldn't be a problem. She took a deep breath, trying to detect any scent of prey nearby. She could scent nothing, so she started to run north. Suddenly, Quinn's ears perked up; she heard the popping of a broken twig. She instinctively crouched down behind a bush, and sniffed the air. She smelled a rabbit. It was upwind of her; she had the advantage. She waited for the right second, and pounced. Quinn bit the rabbit's neck, piercing its life-giving artery. Within seconds, the rabbit's body went limp in her jaws. Quintessa carried the rabbit until she found a tree for shade. Then, she ravenously devoured her prey. She got up, and was going to go on her way, when the wind shifted, and she caught an unfamiliar scent. Quintessa whirled around and saw the shape of a dog standing in the distance. Quintessa was a bit frightened. She was only a Chihuahua; this dog was bigger than her, and if he meant harm... "Hey!," she squeaked. "What are you doing here?"