Bring it on Home (Open)

[LITHIUM]

• Street Stray • Border Collie Mix • 2 years old •

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There were many things that the young canine was known as around this part of the town. A street rat. A mutt. A misfit. A junkyard dog. The names were endless as well as the places she was known to just randomly show up in. However, one of her more frequent stops was an old Junkyard that seemed to feel more like a home than anything to her. There wasn't any food - but the old cars and stacks of junk provided a decent shelter from the thunderstorms and snow when she needed them. Much more seclusion then when trying to find shelter in the old alleyways of the town. Now, she pranced back from a scavenge of the dumpsters with quite a large turkey - full sized with the majority of meat still clinging to it - dangling heavily from her small jaws. Though the young canine made a fantastic hunter, she preferred to steal food from the dumpster in the alley behind a local fast-food store. It was easy when the bigger dogs weren't around and she was always promised a meal! So, why hunt when you can have that?

She walked through the junkyard proud and confidently, the huge chunk of meat simply swinging with every step she took. One thing the border collie mix had learned in the past was that if you were capable of taking a big meal without force - then you have proudly earned the meal, so strut your glory. The other thing being that she knew when she had to fight for it and defend it. Getting the food was half the fight - now she just had to keep it until she could eat it all. Truth be told, being a stray was tough - especially for a 2 year old who was as small as the collie herself. But, she had managed for at least 13 months now, and she was fit. Maybe a little on the thin side, but she was tough. Stronger mentally then most dogs she could meet - though she hadn't met any yet! The young dog continued her trek around the junkyard until she came to a familiar dulled down car. 

The roof was almost completely caved in, but she was still able to squeeze inside and onto what was left of the seat cushions inside. It wasn't much, but the kept her clear of the rain and out of the way from most of the other lurking scavengers that found shelter here as well. Lowering her nose, she did a quick scout and when it appeared to be clear, she dug into her meal, tearing off the skin and meat and pushing the bones aside to feast on later. She had really done herself well this time. It had been at least 2 months since she had had a meal this big, and she was more than ready to just devour it.

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Words: 482 • Tags: open to anyone and everyone • Notes: Eh, my muse will go for her and better posts will be made after that. :3

[COY]

Ah, Leftie's junkyard, or as Coy always called it, old Leftie's place. It was rather refreshing to be here after so long, but that time away from privacy and comfort was mandatory. It was fairly rare for the mutt to get any time to relax besides small naps in between work. After all, he saw himself as the country doctor around here, and doctors were usually busy, this being one exception to the norm. As soon as he'd realized there was an opportunity for a stroll across town he'd seized it, grabbing up a couple bones his owners had given him, throwing them into a rag for easy transport, lifting it up into his jaws and heading towards the junkyard. This place was like an escape from reality for him, even if it was just a few heaps of abandoned car parts and rubbish. He'd fled here often throughout his life even if that meant every two or three months. There was never anybody around when he arrived, and that suited Coy perfectly fine, so it had begun to feel like a trusted second-home. This time there was a scent in the air however, and that scent meant that the usual was not quite present in his life today. He lifted his nose to the air, inhaling as his paws carried him closer to the source of the smell. Turkey, turkey and another canine, a stranger. Calm down, Coy, calm down. This speaking to himself mentally was normal, and it helped him carry on in life without going insane as far as he was concerned.  Coming into sight as the mutt rounded a large heap of old mattresses was a broken down car, mostly dented inwards in the front. Whoever was present here was inside the car, he was sure. One ear flattened down to his skull in cautious curiosity as he came nearer to the vehicle, letting his bag of bones drop to the dusty ground and spill. "Who's in there?" He was prepared for their greeting, whether they were hostile or friendly.                                                       || LITHIUM

LAIKA OF GS!

[LITHIUM]

L I T H I U M
• Street Stray • Border Collie Mix • 2 years old •

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The only thing she could think was how amazing this turkey was. Sweet, sweet turkey. It may have been cold on her tongue, but it was so meaty and soft that it didn't even matter at that point in time. However, as she was tearing through the meat it was rudely interrupted by a smooth, male voice outside the car. Who's in there? the voice called, followed by the drop of an object she couldn't quite see through the cars damage. If she hadn't had food, maybe she would have been a little more friendly to the canine outside the car. But, in a world where strays fought for everything - it was a dog eat dog world. A nasty snarl rose in her throat, lips rising over shiny white fangs as she ran her tongue over them only momentarily. She wasn't really a mean dog - but when it came to food, you only got so much. And any canine would be willing to take it from you. For all she knew, this canine wanted her share of turkey, and she wasn't going to give it up until she was dead on the ground, eyes dull.

Now, she poked her head out of the shattered debris, seeing the male dog for the first time. She wasn't a social canine - in fact, he was the first canine she had ever reacted with besides her mother and father in her entire life time. So, of course, she wasn't going to be all hey i'm lithium! want to share a turkey? Instead, she stared at him, eyes flaring and snarls escaping her throat threateningly. The collie was smaller than this dog, nonetheless, but one could admire the bravery she put into defending what was rightfully hers. She stared at the male, only breaking eye contact for a brief moment that didn't even last a second to glance at what he had dropped. He had food of his own. So why would he want hers? The she dog didn't know, but then again, she didn't want to find out either. Because of this, she didn't drop her defensive stance. Though, her growling quieted, only slightly, however. Rising her eyes back to look at the male one more time she lifted her lips in a brief snarl. "I could be asking you the same question." She spat, rather too rudely for her own taste. Running her tongue over her fangs once more, she waited tensely without another word. Obviously, she wanted a reply from him first.

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Words: 420 • Tags: COY • Notes: meh, she's a bitch, literally.

[COY]

Coy took a step back, his blue eyes widening and his heart pounding, behaving rather shaken from the response he'd received. The stranger had made her appearance and then gone and made things difficult for him, or for both of them for that matter. "Damn, who stuck a squirrel up your ass?" He spat rather coolly for someone as alarmed as he was. It was a crude response on his part, but she hadn't been the nicest either. Keeping his gaze boldly fixed on her, the mutt swiped his paw across the ground, stirring up the dirt all into the air around him in a dusty tan haze and pushing his pile of bones further back beside himself. "I'm not here for your food, I've got ma' own. Besides, I'm in the medical business, I don't do fights.. usually." His tone was low and his rather thick accent coated his words, growing stronger due to growing anxiety. "U-unless I hafta'," he finished with a groan of dismay at his stuttering of the word 'unless'. It would now be easy to falsely assume that he was frightened, which he wasn't, or was he?                            sorry about the length || LITHIUM

LAIKA OF GS!

[LITHIUM]

L I T H I U M
• Street Stray • Border Collie Mix • 2 years old •

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She stared at the male in front of her, not at all backing off from him, even though his size was larger than hers. She had sassed her way out of much more than simply a dog such as he. She was finally beginning to cool and lose her temper when the brute before her spoke up, causing the fur along her spine to bristle defensively. He scattered the dust around now, cleaning up the mess of bones he had before speaking about not wanting to take her food as he had his own. The she canine let out a light laugh and shook her head. "Not a hunter, are you?" She asked sourly, her tail twisting in a slight arch. But, at least for now, the snarl had left her face and she was focusing intently on the dog in front of her. "A medic huh? Looks like would use you. Ya know," She turned her head to look behind her toward her rear end then back at the male. "to get that squirrel out of my ass." She said it so tauntingly one might have almost thought she was flirting with the male before her. But, then again, it was simply one of her mind games.

Flicking her ears, she watched the brute, waiting for him to respond before she slowly lowered her defensive position. His slight stutter had shown her that even in such a small size, she appeared to have slightly intimdated him. And that was just enough to boost her confidence enough to take it to the next level. She didn't need anything from him, but a little teasing and a little flirting and they could get to know each other a little bit better. Of course, it was all just a game for the two year old. She couldn't reproduce if she wanted to. But, if she wasn't going to tie herself up, why not have some good company. A little smirk curled onto her face and she rose to her paws, circling the male slightly. As she went around him, her tail touched his body just slightly when she was in a blind spot. For example, when she went behind him, she gradually ran it along his hip, to let him know where she was walking. That was the one thing that was her way of telling the male - I'm not looking for a fight.

Smiling sweetly once more, she paused when she was once again in front of him. "I'm Lithium." She told the shepherd, ears flicking before she lowered herself back onto her haunches and into a sitting position. For the time being, she was ready to be simply civil and friendly. Though with her, it could change in a heartbeat. "What brings a medic to the junkyard?" She asked simply, cocking her head to the side though her icy blue eyes remained firmly on the male in front of her. A name was up to him. He would leave eventually, she was sure of it, no need to remember him and ponder on what could of been. Names made things personal - this wasn't. Was it? Flicking her ears, she shook her head. Simply waiting once again, for a reply.

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Words: 539 • Tags: COY • Notes: No worries! I'm still getting used to Lithium, so my posts are gonna be kinda icky.

[COY]

"A medic huh? Looks like would use you. Ya know," the stranger motioned with her chin towards her behind, "to get that squirrel out of my ass."   Coy let out a soft grunt upon hearing this. "I guess it would," he replied to her comment, "however I don't think I've ever seen yer case before." Was she.. flirting with him? Or was she simply childishly teasing him? Either way, this was turning out to be better than he'd first expected. He hadn't woken up ready for a fight today, and he really did prefer the ladies with a sense of humor in this town. A sly smirk twitched at one of the corners of his lips as she came forwards to circle him, brushing his hip ever so slightly with her tail, sending tingles through him. He rather liked her touch for some reason and doubted anyone hostile would make these movements, so he wasn't alarmed. This brought him back to times gone by. It took the mutt a little bit to realize that the bitch had slipped back around to face him. He'd sunk into a dreaming state about the better days in his past, which was something that happened to him quite often, and something he didn't exactly appreciate more than half the time. Still, it was better than negative memories, which began flooding his mind almost as soon as he forced the positive ones out. "Damn.." He shook his head as if to clear it, finding that this actually worked to snap him back to reality. The one in front of him was now introducing herself and sitting down upon her haunches. He caught her name and repeated it to himself several times, knowing he had a way of forgetting such things. Lithium, Lithium, Lithium. It was a strange name, but it rolled off the tongue. It meant something about an element or something of the sort. Eh, sometimes he didn't even know where he picked up all this knowledge. "The name's Coy, nothin' fancy." His mind was racing now and he didn't understand why. This happened during introductions, unfortunately. Calm ones were better, he knew that well, but he wasn't very skilled at them. "I didn't exactly have anywhere else to go right now. My parents are dead, the wife's left me, my owners are outta' town and I got no patients today."                            you're doing great || LITHIUM

LAIKA OF GS!

[LITHIUM]

L I T H I U M

• Street Stray • Border Collie Mix • 2 years old •

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The collie smirked as she saw the smirk twitch on the male's lips. It proved she was doing something right in removing the tension from the area. Running her tongue over her own lips,she waited patiently. The brute seemed to be lost in his own head - but Lithium was patient enough to not interrupt his thoughts and wait for him to come back to the reality of the world. When he spoke back up, he announced himself as Coy and that he was here because no where else to go. His human family was dead and his canine one had left him behind. The young she dog felt her face drop for the dog - she understood how he felt, sort of. Her humans hadn't died, but in fact left her behind in the middle of the night when she was sleeping. Though death was something different, she knew what it felt like to be alone in the world. However, she was at a loss for words and simply stuttered a rather awkward "I'm sorry." to Coy. Her ears flicked and she figured if he was going to be blunt and honest with her - it was only fair that she was the same way with him.

Her ears twitched awkwardly. "I kind of understand.' Lithium told him, blue eyes rising to catch his gaze. "My humans left me in the middle of the night when I was just a yearling. Been on my own since." Her head tilted but a smile crept onto her face. There was no use crying over spilled milk. What had happened, happened. She needed to grow up and get over it. She once again rose her gaze from the ground and smiled at Coy. "Well, then it looks like it's your lucky day. I was just about to go on an adventure." A happy yip and she bounced to her paws, thick-furred tail wagging slightly. She turned her back to Shepherd as though she was going to walk away. "Care to join me?" She barked, however not waiting for a response. She turned and bounded away from the car and raced to the nearest junk pile. Lithium paused only momentarily before flinging her hind legs back and catching herself halfway up a pile of junk. She climbed steadily and quickly, paws skillfully landing on thicker edges and pushing her upward. Only when she reached the top did she turn to look down at the Shepherd.

"I"m Queen of the junkyard!" She howled to the sky and anyone in the area who could hear her. Maybe having some friendly company wasn't going to hurt her so much after all.

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Words: 443 • Tags: COY • Notes: lalala

[COY]

Lithium was apologizing to him, but in an empathetic kind of way. The mutt studied her face intently and without blinking, both his cone-shaped ears pricking forwards. His gaze was unwavering and would most likely be taken as the wrong gesture, but all he believed it should mean was that he was bold enough to look at somebody. There should be no reason to hide curiosity, although the rest of the world seemed to think there was. When she spilled her short story of abandonment he raised up an eyebrow. That was unfortunate, but he'd learned that such things happened often in life. Perhaps how used to them he had grown was not healthy, or perhaps it was healthier than letting them really effect him. He didn't know and he didn't think he ever would. Well, he could only assume, and he hated assumptions, but he supposed tragedy was common enough. He saw plenty of it in his business. Coy barely noticed the smile creeping over the female's lips, so it took him by surprise when she made her exclamation and leaped to her paws. Wait, had she just given him an offer for adventure? That could be just what he needed after all these days trapped in his own personal misery. But he had patients to care for. "Don't be silly, kid. I could.. you could die out there in the real world," he began, but then reconsidered and regretted speaking to begin with,"well, um, on the other hand why not?"She was a stray. He had told a stray she could die in the real world. She lived in the real world. Golly, he sounded so damned stupid, and all because he didn't want to step out of his comfort zone, but that might actually be good for him. He surveyed as she climbed skillfully and quickly to the top of the heap of rubbish, throwing back her head and letting loose her little proclamation. "I'm queen of the junkyard!" Instead of judging her, Coy found himself marveling at her. He didn't know what was so impressive, but there was something. He liked her guts, and that was a rare thing indeed, for him to like someone's guts, or maybe it wasn't, because he quite literally had to deal with them in his profession.                              messy post, whoops || LITHIUM

LAIKA OF GS!