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Author Topic: Nyermersys - {HB} Docks  (Read 13779 times)
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Tavis
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« Reply #45 on: January 17, 2008, 06:52:05 AM »

     Tavis' steady paddling with one paw was beginning to falter when a heavy rope fell into the water around him. As the rope was being pulled upward toward the surface, he opened his jaws and set them in the cords, not worrying that water was flowing into his mouth. When his head broke through the surface, he attempted to spit out as much water as possible around the rope that he held in his jaws. He didn't bother paddling, instead he allowed the people tugging at the rope to pull him onto their boat.

     As soon as he was on solid ground again he left go of the rope. Tavis lay on the hard planks for a moment, attempting to clear his lungs when he was being picked up again. He tried to summon the energy to snap at the person, but could only lie in its arms. Next thing he knew he was being tossed again and within seconds he collided with the docks. Quick contact with the hard wood knocked the breath from him and a great amount of water as well.

     The large dog stayed when he had been tossed, coughing up water for a moment before breathing heavily. His right paw was curled up against his chest and his left forepaw ached from the jolt when he had been pulled loose of the chain. Right now he didn't have the strength or energy to see if he could hold his weight on that paw. He didn't even have the strength to lick the blood that was welling in the small scratch along his ribs on his left side. For now he was content to stay there, his right side against the planks and his tongue lolling out onto the wood while he sides heaved with each large breath he took in.
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« Reply #46 on: January 19, 2008, 10:46:53 AM »

A small alleyway beyond seemed clear. While too small for a decent sized human, a child could slip through and climb over the junk piled against one of the fences wooden fences between the warehouses. A small ammount of warm light flickered against the darkened walls of the buildings on either side almost beckoning. Low voices can barely be heard over the din of the docks. For a momment, there was a peaking child looking over the fence, and then, it was gone.
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« Reply #47 on: January 20, 2008, 03:41:50 AM »

     Tavis tried to summon any spare bit of strength and lift his head from the ground to look around. The wooden planks were warm beneath him and he would have liked nothing more than to just close his deep golden eyes and fall into a restful sleep, but he knew that couldn’t be. The mass of legs that moved around him had thankfully avoided the exhausted wolf-dog, but how much longer could he expect to stay safe? With that thought in his head he attempted to life his it. It lifted into the air a tiny bit, hovering over nothingness for a moment before falling weakly back to the planks.

     When that didn't work, Tavis slid his head along the planks, looking as far around his as he could see. Between the mass of legs he could see a small alleyway. It didn't look like much, but at least it was a bit safer than laying at the edge of the docks. The distance between the spot where he laid, seemingly basking in the sun, and the alley wasn't that far, but after his recent encounters it seemed so much further. After a few more moments of rest he tapped into the last bits of his energy and slowly lifted himself from the ground. His body felt extremely heavy and a twinge of pain raced through his left paw. From his slightly raised point he could a small light in the darkness.

     His drive to reach the alley way grew stronger as someone carrying a big crate walked by and hit Tavis' snout with his leg. The wolf-dog tried to snarl, but all his energy was focused on getting off the docks. A little bit closer and that man would have stepped on him. With one last push, he brought his hind legs under him and attempted to balance his weight on his left paw. It seemed so odd that he did this all the time, yet at this moment his body swayed with uncertainty as he stood on three legs.

     While he mind drifted with that thought he tipped toward his right and reflexively his tender, right forepaw struck out to steady him. Tavis let out a strangled yelp as his weight shifted to his injured paw and was surprised when he didn't fall to the planks once more. Once he had regained his balance he started toward the alley, occasionally putting weight on his right paw for a moment to steady himself. The wolf-dog nosed his way into the dark space, seeing the small light on the walls and hearing low voices. He didn't dare investigate right now.

     Tavis was glad that he was now out of the way of the mass of people moving about the docks. He limped deeper into the alley before slowly lowering himself to the ground and propping his head up on his extended left paw. A bit more blood was dripping down his left side, but he was simply too tired and hungry to be bothered by it. As if on cue his stomach rumbled, the reminder that he hadn't eaten for a while. The reminder was painful and unnecessary and a small whimper tore from his throat, brought on by the hunger that ate at him.
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« Reply #48 on: January 20, 2008, 05:35:25 AM »

A small head once again popped over the top of the fence.

"Tim! That dog is over here!"
"Well?"
"It's in the alley. It looks hurt"
"So?"
"I think we should help it."
"What're we going to do, you know you don't know nuffin about dogs."
"Sez you!"
"Sez me? I sez that  you're a fool"
"Oh just get the damned dog you two. 'sides, It's high time we got going anyways..."
"See! See! Tom sez I'm right, so we gets the dog"
Tim and the first waif and a third compatriot jumped over the fence and grabbed the dog in a makeshift portage over the fence. The first waif, who went by the name of Ike, produced a small bit of meat and bread for the dog, holding it up in front of his nose while the ostenible leader of the group looked out of the similar pile of garbage on the other side. The small fire which had been built amidst the two barricades was warming, if only slightly, and gave the entire area a distinct warm look as well. A small ammount of questionable smoke floated up to join the rest of the city's warm air. Unlike the rest of the city the docks seemed perpetually cool, the breeze off the river made the shadows between the warehouses almost made the space seem chilled.
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« Reply #49 on: January 20, 2008, 07:03:21 AM »

     Tavis weakly lifted his head when he heard voices. All possibility of being unable to perform that small act vanished with the voices and he forced his head upward, golden eyes turning toward the voices. He saw a small head peer over the fence. He shuffled sideways a bit, turning his body and resting his head once more on his forepaw, big eyes looking up at the head. There were voices of others, and then a small group of people jumped over the gate and headed toward him. Tavis was too tired to move and snarling at the people was out of the question.

     He eyes them cautiously, noting the similarity in appearance, but then too him all humans looked alike. Well, these 'little' humans didn't look exactly like the others; they were smaller, more ragged, and thinner than other humans he had seen today. Deep golden eyes watched them cautiously, looking for any sign of hostility. So far they appeared to be harmless, but that could change. When they approached him and began to lift him, Tavis just waited, tensing a bit. In reality he was too week to do more than lie there limply allowing himself to be carried away, river water still raining a few droplets from his fur with each movement. They brought him over the fence where a small fire had been built. While it was warm outside, the fire was still nice.

     Once on the other side of the fence they sat him down again and he lay there, too tired to even move into a more comfortable position. When one of the boys offered him a small bit of meat and bread, Tavis hunger raged again and he gratefully ate up the small morsels. When he had finished it he kindly licked the boy's hand looking up at him with big eyes. His left side itched like crazy and with his mind still on food he absentmindedly and weakly scratched at his left side with his back paw. He let out a small yelp as his claws brushed across the cut along his ribs on that side.
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« Reply #50 on: January 20, 2008, 08:51:23 AM »

Ike patted the dog's head lightly, and noticing the yelp of pain quickly moved around the cramped space to the dog's left side and took a look. The was a slash-like cut along the dogs ribs. Ike, being the only one who'd actually seen someone get bandaged produced a slightly dirty roll of fabric and proceeded to attempt to wrap up the dog's wound. The bandage was slightly loose in some places, on account of the dog not liking moving much. Ike, Tim and Tom were siblings. They all looked slightly underfed and rather lanky for children, and all had short rather messy brown hair. Tom looked back.
"What're you doing to the damn dog Ike?"
"It was cut. I fixed it" Ike patted the dog's head once again. "Good dog" Tim looked back from the entrance.
"S'all clear Tom. We oughta git goin'"
"Alright, Ike s'your dog, you get Rob to help you carry him."
Rob was rather large and had a dumb expression on his face. He turned to Tom at the sound of his name. Ike looked at him.
"Rob. Dog. Carry Dog." Rob looked at the dog and picked him up , supporting him  as though he were giving someone a leg up. The children moved out into the streets.
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« Reply #51 on: January 20, 2008, 09:09:38 AM »

     Tavis tried to move around to get at the cut from the men that had nearly drowned him and injured his left paw with their stupid stick, but the boy moved faster. The one that had given him food moved swiftly around the Tavis' left side and looked at the small cut along his ribs. When the boy started to wrap his side with some sort of cloth he turned toward him, ears standing straight up and big grey head slightly tilted as he watched. As the 'little' human wrapped his side it tried to get him to move, but Tavis was too tired so the boy had done his best with the unresponsive attitude of the wolf-dog.

     The cloth around his midsection felt odd and he turned his head to pull at it with sharp teeth. He had only succeeded in getting one tooth stuck in the fabric and nudged the boy gentle with his snout to enlist his help. When he was free once more he sniffed unhappily at the thing before turning away and laying his head back down. It would take too much energy to remove the wrapping and at the moment Tavis didn't have any strength to spare, and it had stopped itching mostly so that was alright.

     "Ike." The wolf-dog heard one of the bigger boys say the name, and the littler one that had fixed the bandage around him had replied. So the human had a name. He knew all humans had names, but hadn't given it any thought. Ike patted his head again as he replied to the older boy and the others began talking again. Tavis just laid their, content to rest for now. When one of the large boys picked his up Tavis didn't struggled, but allowed himself to be carried. They had feed him, and the little one, Ike, had stopped the itching wound. He felt compelled to trust them and he had not other choice really since he didn't have the energy to make an escape yet if he wanted to. Tavis allowed himself to be carried, wondering where they were going.   
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