Just another day - Casual Mar 20, 2012 4:32:34 GMT -8
Post by Jato on Mar 20, 2012 4:32:34 GMT -8
Jato was always a patient dog. He had to be, a boisterous, impatient, hundred kilogram mass of pure power wasn't something his master nor her neighbours highly approved of, especially if the so called 'dangerous animal' was in fact... Well, dangerous. At least to an onlooker. He had to admit though, the red eyed canine was without a doubt intimidating and a potential threat to humans. That is, if it weren't for the fact that he was a complete wimp.
The white canine lay with his wide, mastiff type head lying flat on the (dying) grassy floor. His large frame stretched out, easily resembling a small polar bear pelt, with his black, scarred nose pointed at the grand entrance to his master's mansion. She hasn't been out in three days... She's coming right? She wouldn't leave me out here to wither away, would she? the thoughts wandered through his mind. He raised his head slightly at any sound he thought came from the building's general direction but each time his head would drop back to the ground, looking up with disappointment. Despite all she did to him he was loyal to his owner, she wouldn't abandon him. Well actually she might... But not without reason. Whatever she did to him was always his own fault.
Afterawhile, Jato gave up, figuring she'd leave the estate in her own time. He padded over to his wooden dog kennel, crisscrossing awkwardly on massive, cumbersome paws to avoid tripping over his steel chain. He seated himself next to his empty food dish before curling into a giant white ball in front of his timber house. Sleeping was the best way to ward off hunger, something he learned from the many times his owner forgot to feed him. But he was a big dog, and big dogs needed a big meal. His master knew at least that much so she was bound to leave the house to feed him some time in the near future.
"She'll come... She'll come...," he told himself as he shut his eyes, sweeping his feathery tail over his snout. For whatever reason, he tried to block out the scent of blood emanating from the draught drifting out of the house. It was just his imagination playing up on him. There was no blood, his master just decided to stay home with her boyfriend for a few days. That's all.