the maiden called thirst

[tenacious]

Come and met one’s new friend, the little witch called Thirst. She runs down your throat and makes it dry, swells your tongue, no water for the apple of your eye. She ignores your pleas, all your cries. Some says she waits for a dog to die. How would I know? I must confess, I met her wandering the streets. No less, I cried, ho there, my dear! Oh, that dear stopped and trotted near. She’s a pretty little beast and clever as a snake and, for your own dear sake, I warn you to walk away, if you see that fancy maiden padding your way.

The words played over and over again in his mind, ensnaring all his senses, preventing him from being more then aware of the oak tree looming right in front of him. As he began to ponder exactly what thirst would look like, the male’s muzzle collided into the tree and he bounced back, promptly falling back on his haunches with a bewildered yelp. “Now, was that really called for?” he demanded crossly, straining to try and see the certain blood he’d be wearing on his nose. Oh, joy! A bright flag for all the dogs of the land to see! Why not just shout for the nearest deputy to come hither? Surely they’d enjoy ripping him limb from limb?

His cross thoughts broke off suddenly and the male’s chocolate brown eyes widened to the size of a pup’s paw. Why, a tree! Goodness, he had run straight into a tree! Embarrassment washed over Camural in a hot wave and he was quite glad that he traveled alone. Dogs may already think he was crazy, since he enjoyed muttering silly little things to himself (he may look stupid, but he was rather intelligent, or he enjoyed thinking so…) under his breath. Not only that, but he was a loner, one that did not start trouble with packs, mind you. He tried to avoid them, though sometimes he encountered a member, or the entire group. Never had Camural fought with a pack, group or member, and he was quite proud of that fact, thank you very much! In fact, he had gone a whole year without getting into a scuffle of any sorts.

Camural carefully stepped around the tree, puffing out his chest with pride. His paws were carrying him to the lake, for the cheeky maiden, Thirst, had begun to slide down his throat a few miles back. He faintly wondered if there was ice, but breaking through it would be no problem, not for Camural. He was defiantly one of the larger dogs in the forest, if not the largest, though he certainly didn’t brag about it by running around snarling at every dog. That simply wasn’t Camural, though when he got into a temper, some called it a sight to behold. Camural tried very hard not to get into violent tempers often, mind you.

[Breeze]

Breeze paed silently to the lake his eyes glittering in the rays of sunshine the fell on his fur. He sighed. It was a bioling hot day out and he needed to rest. Plus he needed some water. He would of usaully gone to the river south of all the dog packs but he was already in the forest. And why should he trek all the way down to the river with the lake right here?

He heard something and perked up his ears. It sounded like a crash of some sort. "Hello?" he barked not knowing what to make of it. Was some dog out here? Was some dog watching him? he scented the air and the scent of dog washed over him.

Well somebody was here alright. He also smelled blood though and that made him reluctant. He didn't want to barge righ into the middle of a fight or something. He'd done that enough times. Anyway he went through the bushes and saw a dog. "Hi." he barked in a friendly voice not wanting to sound intimadating.

[tenacious]

“Hi.”

The position he froze in was rather comical. One paw in the air, almost level with his chest, and his brown eyes narrowed slightly. Camural realized it straight away for he set his paw down and cleared his throat, dipping his head politely towards the dog that had just appeared. The other animal sounded perfectly civil, after all, so why should he behave with hostility? Civil hands cannot make civil blood spill.

“Greetings. My name is Camural. Would you find it rude of me to inquire what yours is?” The question was quite redundant, seeing as the question itself asked what the dog’s name was, but oh well! His mother had once told him to always tell a dog his name and request theirs- it was a sign of respect for another for them to reply with their name, to begin with, and it made him seem less hostile. Unless, of course, he wanted to be hostile; then she had warned him to glower and raise his fur, but not snarl until insults were being thrown through the air like porcupine quills. Oddly enough, Camural had learned from firsthand experience that porcupines did not pluck out their quills and throw them at dogs.

[Breeze]

Breeze inwardly sighed. Good. So his dog wasn't one of those dogs who just lunged at any dog they saw. Well that was a good sign at least. He personally didn't like those types of dogs. Well not many people did like a dog who just randomly leapt at them. "My name's Breeze." he barked. Seeing the blood on his nose he barked, "You might wanna go wash that off in the lake." Of course the dog probably already kenw that but oh well. Breeze was going there anyway.

[tenacious]

The last comment had to be referring to the blood on his nose, of course, there was really nothing else Camural had to wash off at the lake. He was a fairly well groomed creature, after all, not at all enjoying sitting in his own filth for many days and wearing it on his coat was just…disgusting! The massive crossbreed’s eyes glowed for a moment- it would be somewhat nice to walk with another, so long as he didn’t get attacked by another hostile tree. But it may seem odd to extend an invitation. Camural knew some dogs didn’t take well to it. That was one of the most difficult things about dogs- some took well to something, some did not, and unless the dog you were addressing was a friend, you could never be certain how they’d react. Best to tread carefully.

Camural yawned lightly before nodding, “Hmmm, yes, it would be rather wise of me. Tell me, Breeze, are you going to the lake yourself? I have walked alone for quite some time and would not mind conversing with a fellow,” he added, trying not to slur his words, as he sometimes did when addressing dogs he did not know too well. Nerves, his father had called them. Camural had to agree.

[Breeze]

Breeze nodded. Finally I can go to the lake! he thought. "Yeah I was going there too to get a drink. It's a hot day for winter." he said walking up to Camural. He seemed like a friendly dog. Maybe a little too careful though. But really who could blame him? With all the hostile dogs walking around here you couldn't really know which ones to trust and which ones you couldn't. At least this dog seemed wary of him. That meant he wasn't a hostile one. "Ready to go when you would like too." he barked just wanting to get out of there already.