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Post by maybe on Sept 13, 2012 21:49:32 GMT
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Jaime listened solemnly to her gentle paw pads, tipping over the crispy, dry grass. The Shetland sheepdog female was completely and utterly, out of the real world and in her own little land. She found herself doing this often, not realing paying attention to her surroundings, it was until just a moment ago that she was totally unaware of the landscape she was in. A quick glance around though, gave her a knowing of where she was, obviously a meadow. Her heart fluttered in relief to know that their was no potential harm lurking near by, that she could smell, anyway. The plumed tassel that alternated sides behind her, created and airy breeze to her underbelly, bring a nice air conditioning-like feeling. A small sigh escaped her throat as she found herself alone on this beautiful afternoon, the sun was blazing over the grassy meadow creating a glare over the flowers. It was peaceful there by herself, but she didn’t want peaceful, she wanted to talk, to anyone really. Jaime didn’t really care for nights by herself, they were a boring waste of time to her. Slight flows of wind constantly flew by her, bringing in new scents every time, usually scents of other animals, like big cats, never dogs or prey. Today was going to be a gloomy day, she told herself, lowering her head to the ground and taking a deep sniff of the ground below her, inhaling the refreshing scent of flowers and pure nature. Her caramel gaze never left the north direction from which she was picking up mixed scents from. It worried her deeply, that maybe it was someone who would be interested in killing her. The small dog would be merely a snack or appetizer for a lion. Her body tensed and lowered to the ground with ease due to her stubby legs, she stayed completely silent as she stalked her way towards the end of the meadow, turning her head slightly to the north direction to make sure she wasn’t being followed. The sun’s rays never stopped shining in her eyes, making it difficult for her to see anything whatsoever.
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