Time For Relaxation //Koraun&Brooke

[Noodle!]

<sub>It was a pleasant day in Harlow, therefore the Dog Park was booming with activity. A man dressed in an officer's uniform got out of his patrol car, leading a black German Shepherd down the trail before making him sit. "You did great today, boy. Now go enjoy yourself." He patted the dog roughly on the side of the neck, unsnapping his collar and removing the identifying vest.

Kavok shook himself off, allowing the fur that was smashed underneath the vest to re-fluff itself. He then took in a deep breath of fresh air, sighing in content. His mind, by habit, quickly sorted through the scents: discarding those that were boring, saving those of females, checking those of his master, searching for those "items" he was trained to uncover... All things the shepherd did out of habit and conditioning. He took himself down the path, prancing and pacing like a proud stallion.

His particular choice of direction was not random, no, in fact he sensed a larger variety of bitches in this direction. He was panting lightly, tasting the scents as he went, he found himself very close to the park's edge... But what stray would wonder here? Surely none... But nevertheless, Kavok didn't worry about strays. A dog was a dog to him, and he was a working dog. He didn't have time to fool with such dainty topics.

For now, he was on the prowl.</sub>

[koraun]

It's Bella.

The Canaan lazily jumped out of the Mercedes, her leash and collar left on the back seat as her owner set her free. "Sit, Bella," the slim girl called as the white beauty trotted a few meters away. She sat immediately out of habit, her brown eyes watching the blonde girl as she tossed a miniature bone toward her companion. Bella snapped her jaws around it, then turned tail and trotted away, crunching as she went. Ears perked, the Canaan walked lazily in the shade, her paws directing her as she looked around for someone she recognized. A strange scent was drawing her in a new direction, and the femme tossed her head around to see what it was. There in the distance stood a large German Shepard. She'd seen them before, zillions of times. She glanced at him as she drew closer, her eyes sparkling in his direction. Then, she turned swiftly toward a tree and plopped down, swallowing the last of the dog treat.

[» cyanide]

Still feeling slightly on the run, Apollo kept his rather fast lope up until the scent of numerous dogs hit him like a freight train. Startled, the male glanced around him, russet eyes exploding with curiosity and fear. He shook his shabby coat, covered with hues of black and gray, spots and streaks, anything that could really be put on a dog really. Shaking his tarnished pelt he realized what ghastly condition he was truly in. The swift shake brought clumps of fur matted together with sap, twigs, and thorns to the surface. Apollo definitely could look handsome, yet he was on the downside of being a stray new to the world of being a mutt exposed to what his father had went through.

[/size]“Great.”[/color] He whispered softly, he knew that by his looks any dog would know who he was, a street. Worth less than the gum under their master’s cloaked paws. Inhaling deeply like he was preparing for war, the scruffy male trudged on. A small smile crept upon his features as he examined the oasis he’d discovered. There was a small waterfall or something. He didn’t care; water was on his mind now. Apollonios broke out in a steady run, his muscles rippling under weathered fur. His body lurched forward, and he sent himself flying into the water, people pointed, gasped even. Yet he didn’t care. He flipped in it, rolling on his back in the two-inch deep pool. Soon the fun wore off when people started shouting at him, like his master did.

He snarled and slowly slunk, tail between his legs out of the fountain and towards a wide yard. Exactly where the scents were coming from. He smiled inwardly, and continued forward, plopping down beside a tree, which just happened to host shade for a fae. A house pet, great. What the hell was this an American Kennel Club meeting?
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[Noodle!]

<sup>Kavok's attention was quickly snagged from his ambitious search. An exotic looking white female made her way through the park and towards a tree just to his left. He tilted his head, nodding lightly to himself in satisfaction. She'd do for now, seeing as how he didn't really want to walk the length of the park and discover the scents belonged to several toy dogs. He shook himself off once more, for good measure, and made his way over.

Paws clicked lightly on the pavement and then made light padding sounds as he passed a fountain. In the distance, he could see some small, furry mass running like a bat out of hell in his direction, but at the time being this didn't concern him. He lay down leisurely beside the female and then looked over at her. The jaw of the sheperd dropped lightly and he said, Oh, my, didn't even see you there, pretty lady. How lucky am I to have stumbled upon a lonely one such as you on this beautiful day?

He smiled, a dashingly overrated gesture, and then started to throw some more pointless flattery her way when droplets of water landed on his dense coat. His eyes narrowed, nose wrinkled in surprise. That dog that had been running through the park was wallowing in the fountain now. His eyes narrowed, and as the dog approached him he laughed lightly, Dear God! Get back in there, you are overdue for a long bath! His smile did not fade as he watched the dog suddenly become stern, placing himself under the same tree, but apparently not noticing Kavok. Perhaps it was due to the fact his breed was so common, even a trait such as solid black and white were not completely uncommon in Harlow.

Kavok though, the pup was definately and annoyingly one of a kind.</sup>

[koraun]

It's Bella.

Knew it. Bella smiled daintily as the shepherd trotted her way. Another good day for her practices. Bella was sorely enchanted by his calm, childish nature. She liked it. As he spoke, she kept her full attention on him, listening to his deep voice. I must say, dear, that you are a sore liar. Her eyes sparkled intensely as she played her games, her tail flicking at the boy playfully. I'll take the part about me being pretty as the truth, however. Bella smiled graciously, nodding her head ever so slightly to the compliment. Sure she was vain, who wasn't at times? I must say that you are very lucky. Most would have been chased off by now. Bella chuckled sheepishly. Then her attention turned to the scrawny mutt that was dripping wet. She had not noticed his jumping in the water, but did not appreciate getting wet. As long as he kept his water to himself, he was fine. Bella returned her gaze to the dark dog as he commented him needing a bath. She rolled her dark eyes, but was smiling. Turning to the mutt, she flicked her ear in a greeting. he did not say anything, and seemed to be frowning inside. Oh well.

It's Reciao.

"Be a good girl and wait for Mommy." The fluffy Pomeranian was set down on the grass by an over-weight dark haired lady with a gorgeous car. Reciao growled stiffly as she set a paw in mud, quickly bringing it to her muzzle and licking it off. Reciao shook herself off, getting bored with waiting for her 'Mommy' to gather her pounds of food from the trunk. With a flick of her white curly tail, she set off in the direction of the fountain. The trees and the shade were best back there. As she drew closer, she couldn't help but uncover three distinct scents. A large mix, she knew. Two males and a female. Rolling her green eyes, Reciao tried to avoid the tree that hosted the three dogs. Her eyes were immediately set on the two larger ones. A faint smile spread across her face. The large, black male she had seen before with his owner. he was some type of police dog or something. Couldn't remember. The pretty white one belonged to her neighborhood. They had spoken several times, exchanged names before. Bella, that was it. Reciou's house was across the street from Bella's. Then, her eyes settled on the mutt that was dripping water. Her nose scrunched up in disgust. Strays. She snarled bitterly as she wound up walking in their direction was ease. Knowing that Bella was there was comforting.

[» cyanide]

Apollo’s maw wrinkled in disgust as another male plopped himself under the tree, he reeked of humans. So Apollo was starting to lessen his want of a family as he gazed across the faultless blades of lush green, over the dogs groomed to perfection, then to the humans. All huddled together chanting away in their annoying speech, all humans looking extremely rich. Apollonios’s dull russet eyes caught sight of a human, she reminded him of a meatball, and then the hunk of lard started talking to a puffball that she’d set on the ground. He snorted, then turned his maw to the black male who’d just insulted him. He lifted a lip and let a soft growl run through his throat, “Go mooch up to your master a bit more, house pet.”

[/color] His words flew from his mouth cracking the silence like a whip covered in acid. So the tired Apollo was very easy to get angry, why couldn’t they just leave him alone? Not like he chose this life, but it was looking better than theirs.

His one drooped ear caught a slur so common to him that he let it roll through his mind, turning the gears and allowing himself to get more frustrated with these fools. “Hey puff ball, your hunk of lard named ‘mommy’ is back there.” He snarled to the Pomeranian. So he didn’t look so hot now, he could still lie out a mean come back. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Noodle!]

<sup>Ah, a feisty one, eh? Kavok grinned and crossed his front paws as he gave her a sly, subtle wink, I like a lady who knows what she is. And it is definately a honor, pleasure being all mine. His ears flicked lightly, nose twitching as a cocky little pomeranian joined them underneath the tree. She was prissy and confident, traits that seemed common to her small breed. Brave little lion-like dogs. He couldn't help but think of rodents when he looked at toy breeds, and had a horrible hankering to chase them and... Well, Kavok would never do that to a lady. Even a furry-rat lady. Evening, ma'am. He said to her, nodding his head lightly in greeting. He attempted to be poliet and flattering in all situations, perhaps it was just the puppy in him.

Kavok's friendly smile faultered a moment and he rolled his shoulders back in a smooth shrug. A pink tongue extended from his mouth in a moderate pant as he looked at the stray, seemingly unaffected by his harsh words. No 'mooching' neccessary, friend. My master and I work equally side-by-side and deliver neccessary rewards and punishments... Just like a pack I'm sure you live in. He offered his own words kindly to the stray, he was too young to worry too much about stray and pet differences.

At the stray's insult to the pomeranian's master, the german shepherd pulled his head up and back, ears flicking to the side as his tongue re-sheathed itself and his mouth opened lightly in a mix of shock and disapproval, Show manners to the ladies, friend, be a gentleman. He stopped here, not knowing what else to advice the older dog. He looked down at his paws before setting his deep eyes back on the stray in curiousity.</sup>

[koraun]

It's Bella.

Bella winked back, a small gesture that meant nothing to her. Oh trust me, I know what I am. The Canaan smiled shyly and turned away from Kavok. As she turned away, she caught sight of her fluff-ball neighbor. Reciao. She greeted with ease, glaring at the tiny stunner. Her head tilted to the side at the gray mutts' remark about Reciao's owner. She rolled her eyes. What a ridiculous chump, to comment on a simple human. Bella blinked several times as the sun came right over the group, hitting her smack in the face. She shifted over to more shade, toward the trunk of the tree. Crossing her paws, she rested her head on them and watched the other three dogs.

It's Reciao.

She snarled bitterly at the gray mutt as he made his remark about her owner. Shove it she growled at him, tossing her head and pushing Apollo out of her mind. Hello, Bella. Have not seen you for a few days. It was a small comment as she nodded toward the larger, white female. Then she turned, making her rounds, and looked directly at the German Shepard. Well, who do we have here? she asked simply, her voice slick as she sat back on her tiny haunches, glancing at each of the three dogs in front of her.

[» cyanide]

Great, so now all now three dogs were having some kind of puffball frilly AKC pow-wow right in front of him. He couldn’t help but be miffed, he was anxious and nervous not to mention freaked that he’d entered a world of smoothly combed out dogs and bathed beasts. His gray lip rose at the German Sheppard’s words, “I’ll show you manners pup.”

[/color] He grumbled lowly as low as a growl almost. He rolled onto his side, the gouge along his throat showing in a bright irritated red.

A drawn out sigh escaped his lips, but he couldn’t help but to chuckle at the Pomeranian’s words. Time to be a fool, not like the opinions of these dogs would matter tomorrow, or a year after the fact. The corners of Apollo’s weathered lips pulled up in a smug smile. “I’m sure you’d like that wouldn’t you Reciao.”[/color] He purred out, making his voice sound very charming for a dog of his looks. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[»Rie]

The whirr of tires over pavement hissed in her ears even as they flopped about like some kind of wind sock. Some people would have considered this dangerous, but due to Tipsy's mild mannered attitude she was perfectly safe. So there she was: A hound in a basket. It was a routine thing, really. Her human preferred not to drive if she didn't have to, and so she had a rather large basket suspended on the back of her bicycle. Still, Tipsy was clipped in with a leash just for safety reasons. Normally the basket was also occupied by a jittery, and excited corgi; today, however, she shared the space with a bunch of brightly colored flyers. The sounds and smells of the world flew by at a passable rate, and Tipsy just watched things with droopy eyes, occasionally shifting her position to keep her paws from going numb. Soon enough, though, the route became familiar: She knew where they were going.

Perking her long ears upward her tail started whapping against the side of the basket, a low wuff leaving her jaws. Ahead of her, her human gave a laugh at Tipsy's excitement. Given, Tipsy wasn't the most rowdy or playful pet, so her desire to go to the park stemmed mostly from the fact that there would be other dogs. Hefting herself up the basset hound curled her forepaws over the edge of the basket, leaning around to watch as the park came into view, her ears swaying even more violently.

Her human stirred the bike over the a stand, and hopped off; padlocking it in place. Tipsy sat waited patiently while her human secured the bike then turned to her, unclasping her leash and hefting the stout dog up out of the basket, and setting her gently on the pavement. Tipsy sat, waiting as her human collected her papers from the basket and then set off, the hound trotting along at her side. They entered the park together and the human woman kneeled down to ruffle Tipsy's ears, "Have fun, munchkin. I'm going to go hand these out, okay?" She said waving her flyers around. Tipsy could see a picture of Jerry splashed across the papers, as well as the stilted squiggles; writing.

Wuffing in agreement she turned and began made off at a quick pace, seemingly unaware that she was treading on her own ears from time to time. She knew that those papers were to help find Jerry, her missing corgi friend. Her human was going to speak to the other dogs humans to see if they'd seen him, she would do her part and talk to the other dogs. Human's had hopeless noses after all, how would they ever find Jerry?

Pausing for a moment she sat down, lifting her left hind paw and kicking absently at her collar; the loosing skin around her shoulders and neck wrinkling up. Snuffling idly she sorted through the scents, looking for a likely candidate to have a chat...

That's when it hit her: the smell of stray among the pampered smells of other pets. Tipsy's tongue slid forward, the pink tip poking from her slightly agape jaws, and she stood bounding toward the smell of the stray dog her ears flopping up and down with each forward leap she made.

Her first view was of three dogs obviously conversing, and then she spotted him: Dark and scraggly, and dripping water. Odd. Deciding to take the philosophical route and shrug it off Tipsy slowed her pace as she drew nearer, and then finally stopped a few paces off, "Excuse me." She called her mournful seeming doe brown eyes staring passed the pets at the street dog she wished to address. Silently she waited for acknowledgment.

[Noodle!]

<sub>A breeze came through the park, stirring up leaves and messing with the hair of several female humans. They fussed, fixing their long fur and fixing the clothes on their little lap dogs. The breeze also brough a sour mood with the little mutt that had came into enemy territory. The black sheperd cocked his head at the scraggly stray, You're in a no-fly zone, pal, it would be unwise for you to pick a fight over your lack of polietness. Which was true enough, fighting with a pet in an area full of owners and humans was stupid His tone was still smooth and unaggressive, however, and held no sign of ridicule. He wasn't one to pick a fight, and rarely made a negative move. Of course, his training did involve attacking an aggressor, but that was fun because once you latched onto that guy's arm he swung you around in circles. He laughed to himself, what fun! His lip did curl as he noticed a wound upon the neck of the stray, he found dogs fighting as very immature. That was such a human thing to do. But Kavok was the last dog that needed to talk about immaturity.

He turned to the highly-held pomeranian and smiled at her, tail wagging, I'm Kavok, I think I've saw you around.

That same breeze reappeared and brought with it another scent. It was a female's, and soon the owner of the scent delighted them with an appearance. She was a short thing, built long ways, and had droopy ears. Her ears were almost long enough to be stepped upon, and her eyes were pitiful and doting. Kavok gave her a smile and went to greet her with a, He-- But strangely enough, she looked straight passed them all and into the eyes of the rude mutt.</sub>

[koraun]

It's Reciao

Reciao turned toward Kavok again. You would be correct, Kavok. The name is Reciao. She tilted her orange head to him in a small greeting as she lifted a white paw to her face to clean it. So, what brings you here? Her question was directed toward both Bella and Kavok. Looking around, she could see Kavok's owner was at the park with him, but Bella's was not to be seen, although the silver car was in the parking lot. Before either could answer, she turned her attention to the Basset Hound that smelled of humans. She had not met this female before, so she wondered where she might live. Turning away, Reciao didn't say anything, as she was conversing with the wet mutt. Wrinkling her nose, Reciao padded lightly closer to Kavok and Bella, settling herself slightly in front of the white Canaan dog.

[» cyanide]

Apollo was quite surprised that someone was actually paying attention to him for a change. The non-responsive puffball simply rolled off his shoulders, not like he wished to talk to the dog. He merely wanted to mess with some minds, get some pampered pooches pissed. Apollonios’s scraggly head lifted from the ground, tiny dirt particles clinging in his damp pelt. He moved so he was lying on his stomach, the gouge still visible. It was hard to not notice it, a bright blood red against a dull gray? The mark was rather impossible to conceal on the mutt.

Apollonios pushed himself up to all four paws and smiled at the basset hound. His mind threw out random thoughts as she looked at him, how would he feel under all of that extra baggage? She must be very hot under all of that saggy skin. If face lifts were available for dogs would her owner be prissy and get her one? He sighed and looked down, until her sweet words brought his maw up again. “Yes ma’am?” he asked in a soft, respectable tone. This dog had done nothing to call him a mutt, a stray, or say that he was long overdue for a bath so she was worthy of his respect.

[»Rie]

Her eyes flickered upward as the black furred male approached her, though he seemed a bit taken aback with her apparent attention toward the stray lounging in the dirt. Tipsy gave the male a long look, jaws parted in an easy-going smile. Whipping her tail back and forth in a show of levity she tipped her head to the side, "Hello, sir. You'll have to excuse me, I need to converse with this other fellow." She informed him genially.

Striding forward she bypassed the shepherd and made her way toward scraggly fellow as he sat up and addressed her. Soulful eyes dancing with a sort of kind gleam she got closer to make conversation easier and sat down with a low humph. Twitching her ears forward she examined the scruffy male up and down for several long moments, her tongue lolling absently. Then, she seemed to gathered her wits twitching slightly as though coming out of a trance, "You'll forgive me for saying so, but you appear to be a street dog, no?" She paused, though it was a rhetorical question, but held no ill will whatsoever; it was but an inquiry. Either way she pushed onward without pause. "Good. You see my friend has recently gone missing, and I was wondering if you'd encountered a little corgi with odd markings in your wanderings?" She looked rather hopeful as she asked this, she was sad that Jerry was missing. He'd been a constant companion for her for over two years now, even if he was a handful.

Turning her head she cast an assessing gaze over the three other dogs, "Or any of you? Have you encountered an oddly marked corgi?" She inquired. Surely if anyone would know whether Jerry had been about a stray would, they knew the city like no other, as far as she knew.

[Noodle!]

<sub>Kavok huffed lightly. She'd ignored him, a female ignored him? Well, that was definately something new. He resumed his almost robotic smile, refusing to let him daunt him... much. He turned to smile at the pomeranian and said, Well after a long day of work, any dog would want to spend time with the likes of you ladies. He shot another sly smirk to the Canaan dog before turning back to the basset hound.

Kavok's ego was stroked a bit as he realized she had brushed him off and went to the stray for a simple bit of information. A missing corgi? He made a sharp intake of breath. A small dog such a corgi was in no shape to suddenly take off missing, more than likely a coyote or wolf had gotten ahold of him. Kavok had seen some small strays in his time, but they're tough and conditioned for life on the streets... A house pet corgi barely had a chance at survival.

I'm sorry, ma'am. I can't say I've seen a corgi around, let alone a uniquely marked one. He offered an apologetic smile and then turned to see if the stray would be of any help. It hadn't seemed to have a purpose here anyway.

The shepherd's eyes narrowed as he noticed the gash in the stray's neck. At first glance he had thought it was a dog bite, from a fight, as most strays seem to be keen to fight anyone and anything for no reason. Now, however, it seemed to have the tell-tale signs of an imbedded chain or collar. He had seen some dogs with such wounds when he accompanied his master to drug busts that involved dog fighting rings, many of the dogs there had tow-chains imbedded in the backs of their necks where the weight bore down on the soft flesh. So this stray was once a pet?

He snorted lightly, brushing the thoughts off.</sub>