Sand, sand, glorious sand!

[x - Barking Treed - x]

Sand flipped up behind him as the blue hued brute ran at top speed through the sand. Enjoying the wonderous sand and sun, panting intensley as he ran about. The warm, soft sand felt good under his paws, and the salty sea breeze whipped back his ears and his tail, which was carried at a comfortable, happy level. Skidding to a stop, the golden sand flew over Strayer's white and black speckled paws. His eyes were bright, and tail wagging in an almost prepeller-like fashion. He tossed his head happily, ears flopping.
Content, purley content.
Then something caught his eye, it was bright, and red, and walked sideways. How perceuliar...
Oh well! i mean, hey, curiosity killed the cat, right? Not the dog.
He grinned, and let out a playful bark, springing into action, adjetating the fiddler crab, on his way to the ocean.

[indiana.]

[alright if I reply here?]
Indiana sat under the valuable shade of a palm tree, head resting neatly between two petite paws. Her frame was totally slender, her coat not the least bit stubby. Nobody would ever think she was once loved and cared for by the despised human kind.
Ever since that awful "Maddy's Father" incident, Indiana thought of people like cardboard boxes. Good for a little while, but then they wear out. Good for shelter, but soon they break. Exactly, she said to herself silently, giving a quick nod of her head. She had caught the scent of few other dogs, including one that was simply so joyous and running through the forest with not a care in the world. She rolled her eyes at this, getting up onto all fours and stretching out each leg slowly and carefully. She yawned, looking around, which was when she saw this three year old fiddling around with a red crab. Ah, the bull didn't look much smaller than herself, but she could tell he was at least six months younger than her. She let loose an effortless sigh, and sat down again, watching him with curiousity, walking towards the ocean. She shrugged, tail beating against the ground like an electric fan, she was so hot. Lord, imagine what those black flat coated retrievers are feeling now, she thought, smiling. Thank God she didn't have a black coat, or else she would have already be dehydrated right now.
Indiana wasn't what one would call used to the Florida weather. In fact, she had been born and raised in Newton, Massachusetts, more custom to the cold falls and winters and less custom to the scorching summers and springs. Ah well, she would get used to it eventually.

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[x - Barking Treed - x]

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It all went fine until the crab got annoyed with his constant barking and snapping plafully as he bounded around him. The crab, swiftly and easily reached forward at the next avalible chance, and latched onto one of his jowls with tremendous strength. Strayer, surprised by all this, yelped, and bounded back. He shook his head wildly and viciously, pawing at his maw. Eventually, he succeeded and sent the tiny red crustasean soaring through the air, and landing softly with a thud on the warm sand, and casually continued on his way.
"My gosh." Strayer commented, panting. His tail was low, as he tried to figure out what just happened. He swiveled his head, making sure no one saw, but to his surprise, the young vix lay nearby. He looked over to her, and decided to make this best of the situation. He wagged his tail, and started toward her.

[indiana.]

The mutt tilted her head to one side as the crab caught the other dogs muzzle. She chuckled slightly, a little amused. Laying down once more, she dropped her head between two front paws and pretended not to notice as he came walking up to her. All she did was cast an almost bored glance in his direction, but when she noticed the other dog wanted to make the best of his situation, she raised her head and nodded her greetings. Her tail was curled over her back as it always was, and she didn't bother to wag it at the moment. Though, she did smile, to show him she wasn't all that heartless. "Yo. The name's Indiana," she said, her accent unmistakeably that of Boston. Yeah, Indiana had been born in a Newton town, where almost everybody had once been a Bostonian or had relatives or friends there. Everybody had that sharp Boston accent that was never mistakeable.

Her eyes looked the brute over, identifying him as not a mutt but one of those purebreds. Fair enough. Most dogs that had once belonged to humans were purebreds. The twolegs often preferred them. Though, purebreds all had their specific weaknesses. Epalepsy (sp?) for Golden Retrievers, for instance. Many of those canines had it, it caused a tremendous amount of seisures and a terribly early death. A Shepherd risk is Aspergillus, a Samoyed's is Gastric Torsion. Combine the two breeds together and those threats are faint, if the dog get it they won't die, because the more disease threats you mix in one it will either result in one large disease (very rarely) or the dog will have barely any chance to get it.
That was how Indiana preferred to look at it, however.

[x - Barking Treed - x]

Strater chuckled a bit as the femme spoke to him. He wagged his tail, it flicked against his sides happily. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Indiana." He said, smiling. "I'm Strayer, I'm an.. erm.. Blueflea coonhound... something like that." he said, sitting down. He nearly always introduced himself with his breed- weather he could say it right or not.
His tail thumped happily in the sand, flinging tiny grains onto his paws. Enjoying the warm sunshine bleating down on his bluish pelt, warming his skin. It was a nice feeling, compared to most dogs, he rather enjoyed these summer days, especially when he could spend them on the beaches like this. He and his master(and two of his master's other dogs) would often fisit and play what Strayer loved most- Frisbee. What's better than catching a floating disc, and then not giving it back? He smiled weakly at the thought, and began to scratch his shoulder at a recent flea bite.

[indiana.]

"Nice to meet you, too, Strayer," she said with a friendly smile. Blueflea Coonhound? She shrugged, she herself had never heard of it. Well, it was really just her. Indiana barely even remembered her own breed sometimes. She knew, though, neither of her parents were champions nor were they the same breed. They both began with "S"'s, samoyed and something, ah, what did Indiana care? As long as she knew her name she was fine. Yet, that did seem a little original, introducing yourself with your breed.

"Were you born here? Not like, here here, but I mean, in the state?" she asked curiously, head tilted to one side as she stood up and stretched her forelegs out. Indiana was hot right now, even though her fur was totally pearly white. It was just too long...Indiana almost hated it. But, she couldn't deny it wasn't nice looking, she looked pretty much okay, but it was just the blasted heat. Some Golden Retrievers had to shave themselves here, and some Pomeranians had to do the same. Indiana would hate shaving herself, but drastic times come with drastic measures. Though, she couldn't imagine anything being that drastic.

The wind ruffled her fur, a wind that felt great against her burning skin. She backed up into the trunk of a tree, where there definitely was shade. But Palm Trees barely supplied any type of shade, since some of the trees had such short leaves atop their trunks. Yet, when there were so many bunched together like there was here, it was pretty hard to avoid the shade in this particular spot. It was just, under one tree, it seemed cooler. Especially on declines. "Indiana, did you know hot air rises?" her accomplished father had once told her. Indiana hadn't the faintest clue of how the heck her father learned that, but most apparently he did, and since he gave her that bit of special information she knew to avoid hills topped with tar down here.

[x - Barking Treed - x]

^{His tail thumped contently against the sand after he was done with his scratch, looking toward Indiana once more, Strayer shrugged a bit. "I think so.. My Mama said I was born in some place called 'Panama', but I don't have the slightest bit of idea where a place called 'Panama' would be. So, I honestly don't know." He said, tilting his head, thinking back. "But I've been here as far back as I can remember... So I suppose you could say that." Strayer concluded. Finally satisfied with his not-so-sufficent answer, he leaned easily back on his haunches. Tilting his head to the sky, staring at the sun blazing down upon them. "Boy, it's hot today."He said. "I like the hot... But only when there's a place to go swimming and cool off near by. What about yourself?" He asked.}

[Suffocation]

Blood Rayne slowly made her way into unknown terrain.
She smiled as a breeze picked up and ruffled her fur.
The wind was encouraging her onward as its fingers ruffled her coat.
Her muscles coiled together and she crouched low to the ground.
As if her muscles were going to spring her forth in blood thirsty madness, the female sprung into action.
Her tail giving her balance as her paws hit the sand, inaudibly. Sand flying from behind her.
Her pink tongue lolled out its spot. Her chest heaved and rose with every deep breath she took. Her eyes causing a few glints of light in the blunt darkness.
The wind grew envious of the vix's speed, struggling to catch up.
Blood Rayne's eyes lit with excitement as she turned sharply, but never once did her fast pace diminish. Upon seeing the others here, she stopped abruptly her fun had ended. She was quite a fast one. She was aerodynamic, agile and swift on her paws. Of course, one needed these to survive on the streets.

[indiana.]

She shrugged slightly. "It really depends. Most of the time, my long fur annoys me so...I wish I had shorter fur, though I do indeed enjoy a good swim." she stated simply, nodding her head and yawning slightly. Indiana loved to swim, especially here in Florida. It was always so fun to wade around in the water, to let it lap up your legs and wash over your sweaty body when it was real hot out. What she despised was the horrific flavor the ocean possessed, it's terrible "salt". It was simply disgusting, and she had vomited more than once because of it.

Indiana sighed softly, looking around. The sun was high in the sky, and she tilted her head to one side. "Is there water around here, by any chance? It's starting to get hot out..." her long coat was dreadfully sucking all the cool air out of her, and almost constantly she found herself shedding. Even on cold nights...it was really just too much for her, sometimes. Maybe she should go into a humans care, get them to groom and cut her hair, and run off again? Yeah...she could go away, far, far away, get a human to groom her, and then come back! Because if she went in the city close by, signs would be put up and she ould be found almost instantly. If she went to, say, her home state, she wouldn't be found, maybe never. She smirked inwardly at this thought, though didn't let her marvelous idea show.

[x - Barking Treed - x]

Strayer wagged his tail a bit, "It must be hard being double coated." he said. "I suppose I should be thankfull for having the little amount of hair that I do. I don't get tired as easily when the sun isn't so hot- as much as I like the warm, I think if it was my choice I'd rather live in a cooler climate- but warm enough to swim in." Strayer added with a nod. Bobbing his head rythamicly. He sniffled, and then sneezed, head low and between his front feet as he pawed at his nose once, and then twice. Running his dueclaws along his muzzle to scratch an unwelcome itch. His tail curled, and began to wag as he lifted his head, and looked toward her.
It was such a beautiful day.

[Suffocation]

^{Blood Rayne watched the duo curiously.
What were they talking about? Curiosity always getting the better of her, she sat two feet away from them. She wasn't listening, in fact she might as well pounced on them and give them a fright.
She let her mind wander to the good ole days when humans didn't rule the earth.
She snarled inwardly at the thought.
She despised humans. Her muscles tensed. They were wretched people that took dogs off the streets and beat them.
Her chest rumbled deeply as her inaudible snarl proceeded silently into the humid, muggy air.}

[x - Barking Treed - x]

Strayer was slightly shocked as the femme began to growl, from his place beside Indiana, his hair on the back of his shoulders stood on end, he growled a bit. Unsure of the fae's sudden snarl. He lifted his head from his paws, watching her lay under a tree a short distance away, his muscles were momentarily rensed as he was surprised, but he quickly relaxed, and lay back contentedly against her, but his eyes still darted over to the Great Dane's stature.
He sighed softly, the sun beating down on his coat, he allowed himself to lay down on his side and stretch, sifting the warm sand through his paws as he did so. Grunting softly. He sighed softly, eyes half closed contently.
This wasn't half bad.

[Suffocation]

^{Blood Rayne was unfazed by the male's behavior.
She knew she had been spotted and wasn't afraid to approach.
She stood and walked over with grace.
Since she wasn't a pure-bred, she was smaller. She noticed that she was only half an inch smaller than the male.
"Hello," she greeted, accents flooding the air. She came from England, though was brought here by man where she escaped.}

[x - Barking Treed - x]

I wonder how they feel when the rifle gets pointed at them, I wonder? What about what it's like having a ferocious beast such as myself hot on their tail? What about how the Master feels when he hangs the skins on the wall to dry? Is he proud like me? Or is he just focused on getting another one as a trophy to his collection? That's probably it, what am I? Steak? No, scratch that, not steak.. Steak tastes good. Roast Beef! Oh, no, that's good too... Ummm, broccoli! Yes, that's good. What am I? Broccoli?! I mean, they couldn't even get a squirrel without me! I like squirrels, squirrels are fun to chase. Oh, but not as fun as chipmunks, chipmunks are the-
Snapping out of his thoughts with speed that could've given him whiplash, Strayer jerked upward, startled. He jumped a bit as the young fae spoke to him. He'd found himself watching the distant sea waves- again, thinking about some sort of creature darting up a tree(a squirrel and chipmunk to be precise)- again. Lost in his own little world- again.
"Oh," He stammered. "Uhm, hello there." He said, getting up onto his haunches. His tail straight out behind him.

[Lady]

Lady watched as the dogs talked together. She wondered if she could go talk to them or if she should just stay where she was. After all dogs never liked talking to her before, but maybe these dogs were different. "No" she thought "No one is different". She walked away.