Post by Cobalt on Mar 11, 2006 19:05:37 GMT -5
A fluffy tan tip of a tail bobbed above the tall, cracked grasses. Before it, a slight ripple. A creature was on the move, camoflauged greatly into the scenery. As the grasses began to subside in size, the figure was more visible. A medium sized dog, a dingo, to be precise. Pink tongue lapping the air, four paws trotting along with a slight swagger. Fluffy yellow coat, adorable when not aggressive. However, slightly exposed rows of razor white teeth told otherwise. The dog's expressive eyes glanced towards the sky and then forward, tucking his paws up to jump over a fallen tree log.
He continued to plod along, black nose wrinkling on the scent of the watering hole. Thirst pulled at his throat, he had been out for a run for about an hour now in a general circle. Goodwin enjoyed the exercise, he would need it in this place. Squinting his eyes, not his best feature, as he usually wore glasses, he smelt the water before he could see it. But at once a mirage remained constant, and was not a mirage at all. And as he neared, the grasses cleared away into sand and water rippled at his paws. Bending his nek lower, his pink tongue lapped up the liquid. It was tepid, but satisfying none the less.
Not much crossed his mind now. He was relatively new, and wearied with thought from the first couple days. Now he contented himself with not thinking about anything too comprehensibly until he was acting more rational. Until all this around him was more rational. So, in his own fashion, Goodwin did not question what he could not understand for the moment. And with a mild acceptance he did what others told him and made his place habitable. But he kept reminding himself that he could not continue this false sense of reality for long. He would have to face it sooner or later.
He continued to plod along, black nose wrinkling on the scent of the watering hole. Thirst pulled at his throat, he had been out for a run for about an hour now in a general circle. Goodwin enjoyed the exercise, he would need it in this place. Squinting his eyes, not his best feature, as he usually wore glasses, he smelt the water before he could see it. But at once a mirage remained constant, and was not a mirage at all. And as he neared, the grasses cleared away into sand and water rippled at his paws. Bending his nek lower, his pink tongue lapped up the liquid. It was tepid, but satisfying none the less.
Not much crossed his mind now. He was relatively new, and wearied with thought from the first couple days. Now he contented himself with not thinking about anything too comprehensibly until he was acting more rational. Until all this around him was more rational. So, in his own fashion, Goodwin did not question what he could not understand for the moment. And with a mild acceptance he did what others told him and made his place habitable. But he kept reminding himself that he could not continue this false sense of reality for long. He would have to face it sooner or later.