Post by Orien on Dec 3, 2008 19:40:07 GMT -5
Orien’s footsteps were the only thing that could be heard echoing of off the abandoned buildings walls. His toe nails clicked softly, a steady pattern in the darkening stillness.
Orien paused every once in a while, lifting his furry, black head to sniff the air. His dark gaze lingered on some of the buildings, evaluation them for size, comfort, and the shelter that they would provide.
He was looking for a new home. One that would provide shelter, warmth, and maybe even more canine if any decided to join him.
Orien would be a pleasant alpha male to get along with; he was quick, smart, and sometime’s mean, yet most of the time he was fair.
Orien enjoys arguing and would gladly get into an argument with anyone, even one of his pack mates. He accepts criticism from anyone as long as it is reasonable, and agrees to try to change whatever was being criticized. But then again, only if it is reasonable.
This small alley looked perfect for living in and maybe even adopting a few pack mates. There was room for pups to be raised safely, hunting, and places to hide if they were ever attacked.
Making his way down an alley that the humans had abandoned when they disappeared, Orien passed a few rusty looking trash cans and skirted a rusty hub cap. Eyeing the graffiti that he could not read coloring the walls, Orien remained aware and at attention. He stopped in front of some dirty looking steps and glanced up at the door that they led up to. It was rotten and the screen was falling out. Not hesitating, Orien climbed the stairs and gently pushed in the door. It gave way with a slight creak that shrieked ominously in the night.
Perfect. Orien thought, nosing his way inside. He could smell no other dogs and besides a faint smell of rats, the place appeared to have been empty for a very long time. Perhaps even longer that the humans had been gone. This would be his new territory, his new home. If anyone else wanted it, they would have to kill him first. This was pit bull territory now.
Orien paused every once in a while, lifting his furry, black head to sniff the air. His dark gaze lingered on some of the buildings, evaluation them for size, comfort, and the shelter that they would provide.
He was looking for a new home. One that would provide shelter, warmth, and maybe even more canine if any decided to join him.
Orien would be a pleasant alpha male to get along with; he was quick, smart, and sometime’s mean, yet most of the time he was fair.
Orien enjoys arguing and would gladly get into an argument with anyone, even one of his pack mates. He accepts criticism from anyone as long as it is reasonable, and agrees to try to change whatever was being criticized. But then again, only if it is reasonable.
This small alley looked perfect for living in and maybe even adopting a few pack mates. There was room for pups to be raised safely, hunting, and places to hide if they were ever attacked.
Making his way down an alley that the humans had abandoned when they disappeared, Orien passed a few rusty looking trash cans and skirted a rusty hub cap. Eyeing the graffiti that he could not read coloring the walls, Orien remained aware and at attention. He stopped in front of some dirty looking steps and glanced up at the door that they led up to. It was rotten and the screen was falling out. Not hesitating, Orien climbed the stairs and gently pushed in the door. It gave way with a slight creak that shrieked ominously in the night.
Perfect. Orien thought, nosing his way inside. He could smell no other dogs and besides a faint smell of rats, the place appeared to have been empty for a very long time. Perhaps even longer that the humans had been gone. This would be his new territory, his new home. If anyone else wanted it, they would have to kill him first. This was pit bull territory now.
