Post by Noodle! on Aug 15, 2008 20:51:06 GMT -5
Respected. Dignified. The Godfather; the Murder God.
The forest cast a splotchy sort of spotlight down on the ground, patching the ground with tendrils of that sun. It was completely quiet in those few moments where the birds decided to silence their songs, and bugs momentarily paused their hums and buzzing. A gentle thud and crunch series of sounds echoed in that silence, signaling the arrival of a trespasser in the stray territory, and a larger one at that. This particular entity took the form of a Cane Corso dog, his muscular body weighing in at a little over one-hundred pounds… Not a particularly heavy dog, but large and powerful nonetheless. Strong, lean legs carried him over the wooded terrain; giving hint at his athletic build, while he did not flaunt any physical asset he had. His head seemed strangely small on his body, it is square and compact, and his ears are so short they are nearly nonexistent. His eyes are deep, clear, and resonating with a patient but demanding nature. That demand was most definitely for respect, from all canines.
The dog’s dewlap swung from side to side as he trotted on, bugs beneath him skittering away in hopes of a better past time. His large paws left mammoth-like prints in the forest floor, something for pups to ponder over later, for his paws were very large even in comparison to his own body. Shoulders rolled beanath the skin as he held his head midway between erectness and the ground. A somewhat devious and threatening position, however, the rest of his body was relaxed. His strange, red eyes positioned themselves directly ahead, having a certain mission it seemed they planned to accomplish. Indeed, he was here and meant business. His wet, black nose twitched in anticipation as he rounded a corner and exited the forest. This place stunk of the wild.
His own coat was dirty and oily with the grease and grime of the tough city life, one that was much easier now that humans were gone. He stopped himself short of a small house, an abandonded one, he noted. There were no signs of life, but he knew that somewhere the leader of the strays was hiding. His back legs were positioned far behind him, standing like some gaited show horse, and his chest expanded as he took in a breath of air and scents. He could sense a strong male scent, then another, but the second was the only he found formidable. He let out a bark, a single roaring sound that echoed through the old lodge and scattered the birds in the trees.
He waited.
