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Rolling Down the Hole


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One Eye

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Mumbled voices assaulted his ears as the drugged wolf laid unconscious in his plastic prison. More blurred images blotched his mind as his human captors drove their vehicle. The rocky roads and sharp turns they were taking didn't help keep One Eye asleep. As time wore on, the drugs injected into him wore off. With a snarl he sprung up onto all fours and was re-introduced to the crates ceiling. With a yelp of surprise he cursed, "Damn it." The open topped jeep hit a a large pothole and immediately the old wolf lost his balance. Crisscrossing his front legs he remained upright for a whole three seconds, before being tossed to the side and collapsing. A grunt of pain escapes his mouth as his old bones are smashed against the walls. He got the message loud and clear, no standing while this thing's moving. All this constant movement wasn't helping the aged lupus' stomach either. Within a few minutes of watching the world around him fly by at unnatural speed he was starting to feel ill. It was almost as bad as the time he scavenged an old bear kill. He felt his stomach twist and try to force its contents up and out of One Eye's mouth. Quietly cursing between his coughing gags he was completely unaware of what was about to happen.

 

The humans were driving too hard and too fast. The driver failed to notice the sharp turn road sign just ahead of him. With a loud screech the human stomps on his brakes and turns the wheel hard to the left to avoid turning the lab's vehicle into a scrapheap. But in doing so he unintentionally sent the cage holding his valuable specimen hurdling through the air. One Eye's face went from sickly to surprised, "Uh oh!" The cage did a full 360 degree turn in the air before thrashing into the ground. The rigid built wolf was then turned into a rag doll. Tossing and turning as his container rolls down the hill and away from the road, and the humans. His right eye saw flashes of sky, earth, trees and rocks as he tumbled down. Then, after what felt like an eternity, his salvation came. In a shape of a very thick and very old tree stump. With a sound like a thunder bolt the cage shatters but One Eye is sent once again into the air. With three descending bounces his body comes to a stop. He laid there silent and motionless as a corpse.

 

A few seconds go by and the quiet air is interrupted by loud coughing. Each breath was labored, his whole body was swore and worst of all...he had to heave. Rolling over, he quickly arches his neck and clinches his eyes shut and lets his breakfast come back out with a gut wrenching noise. Once the ordeal was over he laid his back down on his side. "I'm getting... too old... for this," he whispered to himself as his eye started to watch the sky rolling by. With a couple blinks he brought him a terrible fact, the humans were still out there. With a groan he forces his shaky front legs to sit himself upright. His right rear leg hurt more than the others. Bringing his face closer he saw that it looked swollen. The wolf's heart sank, what if its broken? He tired to put some weight on it and all he got was a shot of pain. Laying back down he licked at his injury gingerly then looked back towards the road and was relieved to only see the smashed cage. Maybe  the humans haven't noticed him missing? Whatever the circumstance he couldn't stay here for long.



'The wind becomes bitter, the sky turns to grey
His body grows weary, he can't find his way
But he'll never turn back, though he's lost in the snow
For he has to find...El Dorado'

El Dorado, 1966


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Masami

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The heat was getting to be a bit much for Masami. They might be in the northern parts of Japan, but that didn't mean a thing. He was used to comfortably controlled climates and even after the time he had spent in the wild so far it still got to him. He couldn't just walk into a nice, cool room of the human's home now. Just like there was no one to brush the tangles and snarls out of his hair, no one to clip it back so that it didn't grow longer and more dense. He had blown some of his coat, sure, but with no one to properly groom it all much of it just remained as a constant itch and an extra bit of heat when the weather started to warm up. It might not be oppressively hot but that didn't mean he wasn't uncomfortable nonetheless. Yet again he fleetingly thought of his humans and his world before all this and how much he missed it all. Most of the days here said they would miss the freedom if they had been contained by humans. Well, let them have their freedom! He missed regular meals and a gleaming coat.

Unfortunately, there was very little that he could do unless he somehow managed to stumble on the humans again. Not likely. He remembered all too well the schedules for shooting scenes and the way that things were; they probably didn't even have time to come back here. That was, of course, if the words some of the other dogs said weren't true. He hoped they weren't. He had always been praised and fawned over. It would hurt far too much to think that they had deliberately left him there rather than it being an oversight. If only he had stayed where he was. They might have found him. He gave a gusty sigh. Well, too hell with it all. It was too hot to do anything. He was going to go find a place to nap and indulge in doing absolutely nothing for the time being.

It was as he was debating on whether he should find some large tree to shade him, or perhaps to head on towards the small lake, that he heard the sound. At first, it was just the sound of a human vehicle that caught his attention. They always did. He would tense up, would try to find them, and he would always be disappointed. Every time. The sound of the vehicle's engine moving away already filled him with it. It could be his humans and he would never know, because he could never catch it. He heaved a sigh, but a second later and his ears pricked slightly. Another sound came to his ears. There was a large crash, the sound of something moving at a rapid pace. Amidst that nose was the sound of pained yelps and cries. Masami was not overly predisposed to worrying about others, even now that he was within a pack, but he couldn't help but admit to curiosity and the thought that maybe, just maybe, he should go see what could possibly be going on.

The merle collie trotted away from his intended destinations, following the continued sounds for a moment before they cut off with an almost ominous finality about them. Masami hesitated for a brief moment - surely he wasn't needed now? - but he forced his paws to carry him onwards for a short ways. A thin, paved and rather rickety looking road wound through the area. It was not in the heart of the pack's territory but it was still an accessible and known thing. The shattered remnants of some man-made thing, what looked like his own little cave he had had once in awhile back with the humans, told the story. Fast-moving vehicle and this had fallen out. For a few seconds, the collie didn't see anything within. He had heard yelping, but there was no one within the wreckage. Maybe someone had just been struck? But no. He heard the soft sound of someone groaning and speaking to themselves. He turned and then froze as he saw the other canine. Bigger than he was, and sturdier, and absolutely menacing with that scar over one missing eye. "Ah... you need help?" Certainly not the most inviting or heroic of dogs, but at least he had said something rather than just left a stranger to fend for himself.



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One Eye

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OOC: 2OOTH POST! BRING ON THE CONFETTI!

 

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The wolf's ears perked up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. If only it had been one of his pack mates, or even one of his very few canine friends. Together they could've been far away from the damned roads and the humans who imprisoned him. His hatred flared as the old wolf recalled all that man had taken from him. He had half hoped he would be here his own pack's territory. But he saw nothing that resembled his home territory. The mountains, the trees and even the sky seemed different. With a menacing grunt he shifted his position to get a peek of this new voice's owner.  As One Eye's battered body moved his one good eye locked on a tattered collie dog. His eye squints as he examines the dog. He didn't look, or sound, very threatening so he wasn't part of a patrol or a sentry. Guess he lucked out there because he wouldn't be able to put up a fight with a bum leg. 

 

Ignoring his body's complaints the old grey wolf yanked himself up. Standing on three legs he looked at the collie with a stern face and said, "You best leave me to die, they'll be back and they'll kill you as well." With that he limped his way a few paces towards the hairy dog. His face winced with every step except when he gave a warning growl as he passed the collie. He was injured and this dog could help him, but it was still a dog. A servant to man and therefore not to be trusted. His body was telling him to stop and yet he kept going. He was a proud old wolf who could still hold his own. He wasn't going to be a burden to anyone and would die to prove it.

 

As he hobbled along he began to turn towards the West. Hopefully he'd find his way home before sunset. His head hung down in the summer heat. The three good legs felt as if he'd walked an entire league. In his tired mind he actually thought he had put a sizable gap between him and his captors. A large pink tongue hung out the side of his mouth as he panted and coughed. A few more strained steps and he reached a group of young trees that created a nice little patch of shade. With a sigh he gingerly laid himself down under the branches and turned to see how far he'd gone. His ears folded back as he saw that the "league" he had walked was only a few meters from where the dog was standing. He swallowed to try to sooth his dry throat. Cussing to himself he looked for the collie.

 

The unknown dog, that he a second ago judged to be untrustworthy, had now become necessary. One Eye pushed his pride to the side for a moment and addressed the dog, "Hey, dog! Wait!" His stomach ached with disgust, at least it didn't make him vomit again. What was he doing, asking a dog for help? It's not like the old guy was begging, but it's still a dog. The argument was ended with a loud thump from his bushy tail. "Do you know if there's a stream or lake nearby? If you lead me to some water I promise....," he paused. He didn't really have anything to batter with. So he just said what to came to mind, "I wont eat you." A stupid proposition but it was wroth a shot.



'The wind becomes bitter, the sky turns to grey
His body grows weary, he can't find his way
But he'll never turn back, though he's lost in the snow
For he has to find...El Dorado'

El Dorado, 1966


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Masami

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The merle collie watched as the stranger pushed himself onto three legs and practically glowered at him. Well, so much for offering his help if this was what he was going to get! That ought to teach him to try and be generous once in awhile. He couldn't stop his head from tilting to the side as the strange looking dog said that he had better leave him to die, that someone would be back to kill him - and Masami if he was still there - soon enough. That had the dog casting a quick glance over his shoulder, but there was no one around. He hadn't scented anyone and though he knew he was nowhere near as good as those of the pack he could at least smell when there were other dogs around. There were none but the two of them. "Who? What? Who is coming?" Masami asked, shifting away as the stranger growled at him and limped away from him. Given how rude he was being, the dog didn't quite care about the fate of this strange male but he supposed if there was some sort of threat he ought to bring that information to Deutzia or Fumizuki.

The other canine didn't answer him at all. The male just put his head down and walked forward. Or rather, he limped forward at a pitifully slow pace, looking like it was costing him every ounce of energy in his body for every single step. Masami shifted his weight from paw to paw. He wondered if he should say something. He had never been a precisely "good" individual. His own problems, in his mind, were always vastly more important than anyone else's. You would have to be blind, however, to not see how hard it was on this stranger and how every step cost him - and also how he would be getting nowhere fast. Still, he had growled at Masami and ignored him. That would not do. That was incredibly rude and Masami didn't have to come here and see if he was all right. He had been being nice. Well, let him try and amble along on his own for a bit. With a huff, the fluffy dog turned, nose tilted up towards the air just a little, as he prepared to march off.

Before he could get more than a few steps, however, the other canine spoke up. For a second, Masami considered just continuing to walk on. He gave a gusty sigh after a second, though, knowing he wasn't going to be able to just walk away. Maybe if he hadn't seen the canine struggling to walk he might have, but not now. So finally, he turned around to look at the other male. He was lying down now, looking completely taxed but at least there was a small tail wag - even if Masami didn't quite like being addressed as just dog. He opened his muzzle to speak and then paused as the strange male said that if he lead him to water he wouldn't eat him. [b]"Frankly, I wasn't worried about that in the first place," Masami stated dryly. The stranger looked like he would fall over if you blew a gust of air at him and Masami had no knowledge of dogs who liked to prey on their own kind. Larger predators - of which there weren't too many - sure, everyone knew about those even city dogs, but not other canines. And so he held little fear that this other would eat him. So he just snorted after a moment. "Of course I know where water is. The question is can you even get to it?" The tone was more than a little rude, considering how he currently didn't hold this other in very high estimation, but the question was a legitimate one. He had seen how long it had taken the other male to get to just there. The lake was not precisely close to here so how was he supposed to get there?



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One Eye

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Wippeh cuz i luvs you....[:



'The wind becomes bitter, the sky turns to grey
His body grows weary, he can't find his way
But he'll never turn back, though he's lost in the snow
For he has to find...El Dorado'

El Dorado, 1966


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