A WORLD WITHOUT FENCES., tag: oh, angel!

[SHERWIN CAMDEN PARKER]

A WORLD WITHOUT FENCES, THAT'S WHERE I LONG TO BE Finally, after months of struggling to be the pup everyone wanted him to be, he was free - free of all responsibility that his parents were trying to bestow upon him, free of the criticism for wanting nothing more than to be himself. No longer would he have to obey the rules laid down by Jim Dear, nor would he have to sit and listen to his father's reprimanding words; no, he was free, a wild dog with responsibilities that would only benefit himself. Brown eyes, wide with excited thought, gleamed mischievously as he cast his gaze about the dark lawn that, just mere moments ago, he had been chained to; no longer did it appear to be a place of miserable enclosure, but instead, it was now the place he had broken free of, the prison that could not hold him. Grinning widely, his short stub of a tail wiggling viciously, Scamp turned his gaze to the loose board that, just moments ago, he had managed to knock loose. "Freedom." he breathed softly, his ears pricking as he listened, suddenly still, to the quiet of the yard; silence had fallen over the place as night had risen, the moon taking the place of the warm sun, and the quiet carried on, Scamp gave a single huff of indignation before turning around, his focus solely on the escape route before him. Paws dancing in unrefined giddiness, the young dog, a direct replica of his father, slid through the gap in the fence, wriggling his lithe body through the hole before, after a few moments of trouble, tumbling into the worn street. Leaping to his paws in an instant, Scamp cast a narrowed gaze about the alleyway, searching for any sign of someone who had might of seen, not only his escape, but his ungraceful exit of the fenced area. Satisfied that no one had witnessed his tumble, Scamp quickly gave a soft snort before puffing out his chest and stalking off down the road, his nose quivering at the scents that littered the air. Sure, most of the scents were familiar, as he had been out in the yard multiple times before during the few moments of play he was given, but being free, outside of the confines of his home, the scents were heightened, much more intriguing than they had been inside of the fence. So many scents, each of different aroma and strength, greeted his nose like a lover greeting his mistresses, seductively playing at the very edges of his nostrils. Quivering with excitement, Scamp breathed deeply, his eyes flickering shut for a brief moment before snapping open; out of all the scents the wafted about in the evening air, only one stood out - hers. Blinking suddenly as he halted, his head cocked to one side, Scamp breathed deeply, inhaling the scent so quickly that the young pup bulked, his nose wrinkling as a loud sneeze, accompanied by a hacking cough, ripped itself from his throat, echoing loudly through the alleyway. Despite their brief meeting, the pretty female had certainly captured his attention, not only with her looks, but also her skill and cunning that had been displayed when taunting the dog catcher - not to mention that small nose tap they had exchanged. Smiling confidently to himself, the scent of the blonde canine lingering in his nose, Scamp made his way quickly through the streets of his town, his paws beating against the cobblestone in a soft, rhythmic drumming. The night was silent, and as he continued on, the rush of the wind caressing his face, Scamp couldn't help but let out a howl of joy, his voice rising high in an unwelcome song of jubilation, especially for the humans at that time of hour. But, do you think he cared? Heck no! He was a wild dog, and he was going to do what he wanted. THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR angel!, AND IS WORD COUNT WORDS LONG. MY CHARACTER IS WEARING a teal-colored collar. OH, AND I WANTED YOU TO KNOW that the ending is kind of rambly and crappy, but i lost my train of thought. D: i hope it'll work out, though. <3 and if you need me to edit anything, just let me know!. TEMPLATE BY ASHOO ! OF CAUTION 2.0

[ANGEL BREA AYODELE]

By your side In seconds if you ask it Arms out wide To welcome you to stay Near enough To listen to your hearts song Always there to help you on your way What is a family? Caring and devoted hearts

ALWAYS THERE, It was supposed to have been a typical day for the cream colored Pomeranian. It was supposed to go just like every other day that she lived on the street. She woke up in the morning, only to notice Buster prancing about the junkyard, bragging, acting as if he ran the place. Sure, in a way, he did. No one else seemed to take the throne when it came to running the junkyard dogs. No one seemed to even attempt to contend against him, everyone just sat back and allowed him to act like he was in charge. The way he seemed to leap around the junkyard almost in a dance made Angel feel like she was going to be sick. He was the most despicable dog she’d ever met. She’d never met a dog that she couldn’t stand as much as Buster in her entire life and if she had anywhere else she could possibly go, she would be out of this group in a heartbeat. Following the typical morning routine with Buster, the gang strolled through the streets, moving as a dysfunctional sort of pack. Together, they scrounged for scraps of food in dumpsters and trashcans. It wasn’t fine living, but it was living and until Angel had an alternative, she would accept it for what it was. Of course, the group of them had been spotted by the dog catcher, a man whom Angel despised almost as much as Buster. He was always showing up and ruining their days, chasing them around. There had been a few of their group that had gotten taken by him before, taken to the pound and never seen again. The pound was not a good place and the dog catcher would always be linked to the place in Angel’s mind. She hated him. It was during the time that they were being chased by the man that he day took an unexpected turn. While they were running through back alleys, winding through dirt paths, trying their hardest to escape the incoming net of the evil man, they’d all entered an open dirt covered area, right outside of a house. It was a perfect house, complete with flowers and a white picket fence. Everything that Angel had ever dreamed of. Of course, she didn’t have much time to look at it before the dog catcher was pursuing her. In her typical fashion, she leaped and jumped, landing on various trashcans and piles of wood scattered around the area in her attempt to get away from the man The net came down multiple times, missing her each time. Finally, she decided that it would be better to toy with him that to merely try to escape him. When she noticed her moment to play with him had come, she leaped from her perch, grabbing his hat from his head before landing with a quick thud on the ground. Thankfully, he got distracted by one of the other dogs before he could retaliate. In those few moments she had, the hat still clenched in her teeth, she made her way over to the picket fence, hoping to find a way through to get away from the man quicker. Instead, she was met with something much more interesting to her. It was another pup that looked about the same name. He looked as if he was chained up and for a moment, Angel felt sorry for him. She still envied he was living in a home, that he had a family, but she did not envy the fact that he couldn’t go anywhere. That was unfortunate, without a doubt. She stuck her head up to a small empty space in the fence, finding his nose right in front of her. In a quick gesture of friendship and understanding, she tapped her nose to his, smiling slightly, then she was off again to escape the dog catcher. Later that night, after her strange encounter with the grey dog she’d never met, Angel padded her way along the cool stone roads, trying to search for more scraps to eat. She had decided to go out on her own in an attempt to avoid any unwanted attention from the dog catcher. She really didn’t want to go to the pound tonight. As she trotted about, finding a promising looking alley way to search. As she began looking through trashcans, she smelt something out of the ordinary. A scent she’d picked up earlier in the morning. That grey pup. She heard him howl happily behind her, and then she turned slowly, noticing his figure appearing from the darkness. She leapt down from the can she was searching through and walked over to him, touching the ground lightly. “Hey house pet. “ she said, smirking at the use of the word that Buster enjoyed so much. After the comment though, she felt envious of the dog again. She had noticed his collar and she immediately wished that she could have switched places with him.

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[SHERWIN CAMDEN PARKER]

A WORLD WITHOUT FENCES, THAT'S WHERE I LONG TO BE As he ran, his paws thudding rhythmically against the cobblestone street, Scamp couldn't have been happier; he had finally escaped the lifestyle he had begun to resent, had escaped a place of expectations and limitations. Out here, on the streets, the young pup would be able to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, for him, that was more than enough. No longer would he have to check his paws before entering the house, to prevent mud from being tracked across the carpet, nor would he have to follow the rules of both Jim Dear and Darling and his parents. The only rules he had to follow were the ones he made for himself, and seeing as how he was free, a wild dog running rampant on the streets, the young pup had no rules laid out for himself. All he had to do was enjoy this life and breathe. Giddily kicking up his paws, another daring howl ripping forth from his throat, Scamp eventually slowed his pace to a gentle lope as the wind rushed by, carrying with it a scent that he had, unknowingly, been tracking. Nostrils quivering as he paused, a single paw lifted in mid-step, Scamp cast his brown gaze about, searching the area about him. The scent that had been brought by the wind had been fresh, a delicious aroma that floated through the air like the spaghetti he had always smelled when walking past Tony's. Cocking his head to one side, ears flopping cutely, Scamp began moving, his paws carrying him at a slow walk as he searched; if the cute blonde was close, there was no way Scamp was going to pass that opportunity up. Sure, she was a girl, but she was a pretty girl and had been the most exciting street dog he had actually met, seeing as how none of the others had bothered to venture close to him. However, luck seemed to be on Scamp's side, or, perhaps, it was working against him; either way, when the silky voice crept into the air, Scamp froze, jerking slightly at the sound that broke the silence. Partially freezing out of having the wits scared out of him, as well as the bruising of his ego that she had found him before he had found her, Scamp turned his head about slowly, his brown eyes eyeing the female casually. A slight grimace rippled across his features at her words, the word housepet ringing in his ears, before he shook it off and turned to face her completely, a smirk of his own lacing across his muzzle. "Hey there, yourself," came his smooth reply as he padded closer, closing the distance between them. "What's a gal like yourself doing out so late? Surely, it can't be safe." His musings, in part, were true, but do you think the smug, young pup recognized the insult that could easily be weaved into his words? Of course not; in his attempts to keep a cool attitude, an air of suaveness and confidence, Scamp was merely pulling words from the air, lacing them together with a playfully smooth tone of his own. After all, that's what street dogs did, right? THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR angel!, AND IS five hundred and thirty-three WORDS LONG. MY CHARACTER IS WEARING a teal-colored collar. OH, AND I WANTED YOU TO KNOW I'm so sorry it took me this long! And your post was fine. <3 (:. TEMPLATE BY ASHOO ! OF CAUTION 2.0