Post by Silinrul on Apr 11, 2006 17:34:40 GMT -5
Silinrul padded through the streets of Loghouse, ‘Disgusting,’ the wolf thought to himself as he saw another dog, this time it was a rottweiler being strapped to the sled. And he was supposed to be doing that for god knows how long? The wolf snorted, absolutely disgusting. Of course, as you could probably glean from the virile’s attitude, Silinrul wasn’t exactly happy about being crammed in a crate for a couple of days and then being greeted by this human outpost. Dark grey tail flicked, showing the male’s agitation. He wondered how dogs could have ever sunken this low to actually help out humans. Had evolution really gone all that haywire? Brow furrowed, Silinrul’s thin lips turned into a frown. Icy eyes turned heavenward, how had he gotten here? What had he done to deserve this of all punishments? Once again, Silinrul padded onward down the street, his talons leaving indentations in the soft dirt, but unlike before, Silinrul continued on with an even heavier heart then before.
Even Silinrul, having never been known to be stupid nor brutish, did not know /why/ the humans had brought all of these dogs here. He had simply concluded that it might be some sort of punishment. But that conclusion was flawed in so many ways, and did not suit well with Silinrul. What he did not know was that the humans were driven to insanity by the one human trait that sticks out most. Greed. And it was what so many greedy people want to own in life that the dogs were here for. What is that you ask? Gold. Even when the dogs who manage to see the shining yellow rock and entranced by it’s sheen. You might think it even a drug, for addiction is the key here. Humans put so many resources into these digs they might lose everything, and the only thing they come out with is a little pebble of a nugget.
It was this human nature that baffled Silinrul, if it was just a yellow rock, why should it be worth anything. Yet people went crazy searching for it, they sometimes even died looking. Silinrul sighed and shook his slate grey head; he was just a dog in the humans’ eyes. He was just here to do their bidding. That was what disgusted the wolf furthermore. He was a British Columbian wolf god damnit! He wasn’t going to labor with these mutts in a million years. Silinrul spat on the ground, his upper lip curled, revealing his yellowing canines. Black paws sped up to push Silinrul forward at a brisk pace. A human past, Silinrul let forth a growl which then evolved into a bark. Jaws snapped shut, giving an aggressive snap. Hackles raised, icy blue eyes blazed with fury as Silinrul watched the human who was now walking quickly away from the rabid wolf.
As Silinrul slipped beneath the sun once more, his blackened fur glistened making him look much grander then just an ordinary sled dog. Eyes gazed out over the street, dogs moved back and forth, humans didn’t just walk but ran…everywhere, as if they were missing something important or their comrades were going to take away all the food if they didn’t get to their destination fast enough. Silinrul sat there, a lone wolf sitting on its haunches as the world moved past, too busy to notice just one figure.
Even Silinrul, having never been known to be stupid nor brutish, did not know /why/ the humans had brought all of these dogs here. He had simply concluded that it might be some sort of punishment. But that conclusion was flawed in so many ways, and did not suit well with Silinrul. What he did not know was that the humans were driven to insanity by the one human trait that sticks out most. Greed. And it was what so many greedy people want to own in life that the dogs were here for. What is that you ask? Gold. Even when the dogs who manage to see the shining yellow rock and entranced by it’s sheen. You might think it even a drug, for addiction is the key here. Humans put so many resources into these digs they might lose everything, and the only thing they come out with is a little pebble of a nugget.
It was this human nature that baffled Silinrul, if it was just a yellow rock, why should it be worth anything. Yet people went crazy searching for it, they sometimes even died looking. Silinrul sighed and shook his slate grey head; he was just a dog in the humans’ eyes. He was just here to do their bidding. That was what disgusted the wolf furthermore. He was a British Columbian wolf god damnit! He wasn’t going to labor with these mutts in a million years. Silinrul spat on the ground, his upper lip curled, revealing his yellowing canines. Black paws sped up to push Silinrul forward at a brisk pace. A human past, Silinrul let forth a growl which then evolved into a bark. Jaws snapped shut, giving an aggressive snap. Hackles raised, icy blue eyes blazed with fury as Silinrul watched the human who was now walking quickly away from the rabid wolf.
As Silinrul slipped beneath the sun once more, his blackened fur glistened making him look much grander then just an ordinary sled dog. Eyes gazed out over the street, dogs moved back and forth, humans didn’t just walk but ran…everywhere, as if they were missing something important or their comrades were going to take away all the food if they didn’t get to their destination fast enough. Silinrul sat there, a lone wolf sitting on its haunches as the world moved past, too busy to notice just one figure.
