back home for dinner ;; open.

[INISHKA]

back home for dinner

This wasn't her home and she didn't understand as to why she was even here. MR. Tucket would probably be looking for her soon. Even though he allowed her to roam around the farm without worry, INishka had the feeling she has wandered a bit too far away for his comfort. SHe had never been restricted to a small swathe of land. In fact, the place she roamed had to be over 100 acres of grazing field for the cattle, sheep, and other livestock. And then there was the vast farmland that grew just about anything that could grow in Georgia.

Or maybe that was all the making-up of INishka's fantasy-bound mind. Whatever it was, it sure did sound just as pleasant as the real place she and her family lived upon. -- It was a very lovely place, shroud by only one road that led back into the homey city of Shorebridge. The entire place was barren of any trees; with all simplicity, it was an extensive swathe of plains. A bit boring, if it is thought on long enough.

While her mind was focused on her home, her body kept a steady pace, ears occasionally flicking to whatever stray sound would be cast toward her. Inishka was quite relaxed, thinking about the one place she would always be able to call home. Everyone and everything at that place seemed to be in an eternal state of tranquility; their bodies and minds at a perfect solace.

Nothing bad ever happened at that place with Mr. Tucket and her family. Maybe that's why she loved it so much; the peace and quiet.

She had been within the city with Mr. Tucket before... She didn't like it much at all. It was too busy, for Inishka's quiet country-life taste. She had been trained well enough to not be afraid of the large machines that she would encounter in the city, just as any other working dog should be.

Finally brought out of her reminiscing by the strong bellow of a crow who was perched upon the tracks that Inishka  followed, she let out a rather brisk bark to it. It was left unfazed by INishka's bark of warning. Her head moved to look her it, brown eyes blinking as she came to a halt close to it.

"A brave bird you are," she chuckled to it.

After only getting the response of a head tilt and a threatening flap of the wings, Inishka chuckled toward it once more.

"I'm apparently not very intimidating, am I?" she pondered to the bird jokingly.

She began her path once more, brushing the crow off easily. She only took a few steps past the bird before it let out another shriek to the dog. Her head flicked to look back it once more. It was now following her.

"Silly bird," she muttered to it with a grin as she continued.

The winds were crisp, brushing harshly against Inishka's long coat. While the crow continued its follow and Inishka continued her aimless wandering, the grass swayed with the autumn breeze. The blades were a discolored shade of green, seeming to have been lacking of water for quite some time.

Where's the rain these days? INishka began thinking to herself, eyes focused upon the grass below her paws.

Suddenly as her head shifted upward from the grass, she remembered what her owner had always told her; "Always be back for your dinner, Inishka." Looking to the sky, the sun was already beginning to lower itself and the rays were starting to become a deeper yellow. SHe knew she had best turn back and head home now, so she would be back for her dinner.

However much she wanted to continue, INishka forced her body around and back the way she came. The crow continued to follow her, its charcoal-colored feathers shimmering within the light.

647. open. much muse for Inishka!

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[ASPEN]

Aspen had a bad habit of losing herself, literally. She had strayed beyond the outskirts of the town, and she slunk through the grasses, looking for any sort of landmark. She mentally berated herself, head hung low. Of course she had gotten herself lost. At this rate, she would also go hungry for the night, with no trash cans nearby to raid. A harsh wind blew through the plain, ruffling the female's thick fur. At least the cool autumn held some goodness, and the mutt's tail wagged at the prospect of cooler weather. The summers in the south tended to be harsh and smothering, especially for a dog like Aspen. She was a retriever and chow mix, meaning her fur was so dense she could barely breath during the summer. 

She filled her mind with bleary dreams of cool weather and falling leaves, the only thing that kept her moving forward. Her steps were beginning to hurt a bit, the earth between the tall, dried grasses becoming rougher. It was only when the smell of rust hit her that the dog realized that the tracks were there. She blinked her golden-brown eyes, sniffing along the tracks carefully. Beyond that overwhelming smell of rust, metal, and burnt fuel was that of another dog. It surprised her a bit. She had not expected to run into another canine while out here. She looked at it optimistically, her tail beginning to wag slightly.

Perhaps she had found someone who knew their way around the area. Maybe they could even be friends. It had been weeks since Aspen had found herself someone to talk to. All the others had chased her out of their territory or just outright ignored her. She followed the smell with her head down, eyes focused on the ground. As she followed the scent, Aspen thought up all sorts of possibilities. Maybe the dog knew a nice place to get food, and then Aspen wouldn't need to go without dinner. Maybe they would even let Aspen stay near to them. She hated being by herself. It drove her nearly crazy, to be alone with her thoughts. She was always the kind of dog who needed others to feel safe and secure. 

No matter how long she had been on her own, her thirst for companionship never disappeared.

As she followed the tracks, Aspen got closer to the female than she realized, and she raised her head only to see that the dog was approaching her. Aspen blinked in surprise, skittering back a bit, as if shocked that the one she was following actually existed.

She looked at the black and white female cautiously, though her low tail wagged hopefully. "Hello!" She called out, trying to appear as friendly as possible, while reading the other's body language. Aspen was not one to fight. If it turned out the other wanted nothing to do with her, then Aspen would probably slink away. It would be a disappointment, but it had happened before. Still, Aspen would rather try to do anything to prevent that, even if it meant making herself seem as harmless as possible. 

[INISHKA]

back home for dinner

her eyes did not stray far from the crow which had continued its path along the iron track to follow the dog. it now barley made a sound, beady black eyes focused on its infatuation. inishka had to wonder what it wanted from her, continually following with its eyes kept clearly on her. it seemed quite peaceful within the few moments that they had continued their casual place, the bird nonchalantly stalking inishka's every step.

however, soon after she took her next inhalation and noticed the scent of another dog close by, there was a thrashing of wings and hardened black talons against the iron. her curious gaze moved upward and away from the bird who skittered back and away from inishka, soon flapping its wings and flying off from whatever thing had startled it.

to inishka's surprise, there stood a thickly coated golden dog. the first that that came to her mind wasn't that of who this female was but rather how miserable she had to be in the heat of the other seasons. her mind was now off of that of the bird's bizarre crusade to follow inishka and her every thought was focused on this stranger.

as soon as her brown eyes caught those of the female in front of her, a voice called out out her, a friendly greeting. she was taken aback by the sudden introduction by the female and she, herself, skidded back a bit, clearly startled.

though her reaction was quite delayed, it was still there. she was taught not to be spooked by any sudden happenings but this dog caught her off-guard -- it was called for this time.

attempting to regain her composure, inishka shook her head and closed her eyes for a moment. she quickly re-opened them and took a step back toward the female, still reluctant to make an introduction.

clearly her throat briefly, inishka replied to her a bit meekly,"hello. might i ask who you are?"

her composure still had yet to be fully regained, thus calling for the shyly spoken reply. inishka had always been a dog for conversation but this time -- this dog -- had just not caught her in the best of sides.

not being able to be her usual self with this female forced a feeling of guilt upon inishka. this feeling weighed her down further than she already was with the abruptness that came with the dog's appearance. it made her want to shy away and hide herself until she could properly speak with her.

she knew it probably wouldn't hurt anything and that she was being irrational but that made no amends to inishka's tattered emotions. soon her gaze would lower to the ground, possibly out of embarrassment because of her shyness.

once her eyes finally rose and were back aligned with the female's, inishka spoke once more, "please, accept my sincerest of apologies for my... uh."

she was clearly lost within her words now and deemed it best to just not speak. however, something made her keep going.

"uhm, anyway, my name is inishka," she said. "I live with Mr. Tucket. His home is just a ways down these tracks. I was heading there."

534. ASPEN. poor inishka.

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[ASPEN]

The other female was spooked by Aspen, and the golden mutt couldn't help but feel intensely guilty about it. The last thing she wanted to do was frighten her new friend. (She could think of her as a friend, right? It probably wasn't TOO presumptuous.) She herself skittered back, tail low and wagging. Without a human to brush or groom her, what would have fluffed and feathered nicely clung thickly to her skin. "Ah, uh, sorry!" The dog called, trying her approach again, this time a bit slower.

"I'm Aspen," the female introduced herself, talking calmly this time instead of barking. While the black and white dog seemed to have regained her composure in admirable time, Aspen didn't want to go about breaking it again.

The one opposite to Aspen tried to apologize, and the female was quick to give her head a shake, ears flopping against her skull with the movement. "No, no, no. Don't apologize. It was all my fault! I snuck up on you, even without meaning to. I shouldn't have done that. No, no, it's my bad," the dog said hurriedly, words spilling out of her mouth. Aspen had already painted Inishka in a golden light, so in the female's mind the farm dog could do no wrong. Her obvious romanticization of her new acquaintance would no doubt hang heavily on some.

"Inishika? Thats a pretty name! So Mr. Tucket is your human, huh? You're so lucky. I have a human too, but its a been a while since we've seen each other," the dog chatted happily, oblivious to the fact that the other actually wanted to go home. Of course, her version of "haven't seen each other" was in all reality, her own abandonment. Being utterly dedicated to her previous owner, and anyone who gave her a bit of attention, Aspen couldn't help but think that someday she would find him and they would be able to live together again. She would crawl up on his lap and they could play catch. Then she could have her own big bowl of food. But for now, her stomach rumbled. It was a little embarrassing, and Aspen pressed her ears against her skull, laughing lightly.