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My paws tred across the hot, golden sand of Bondi Beach. I loved this place. It had ample space for me to stretch my legs, and I could do whatever I wanted out here. It was mid-day, and there were quite a few two-leggers walking around here. But, they didn't bother me. The humans around here were used to stray dogs running around, and apparently they didn't want to bother with us, which was a good thing. My tongue was lolling out of my mouth, and I looked over to the water. The crashing of the tides and the gleam that shone on the water from the sun made me want to jump in and cool off. But, right now, there were too many humans over by the water to do that, so I walked on.

The sun's glare made my pelt hot, and whenever my blue-tinted brown gaze turned upon it, it made my optics squint. Right now, for some reason, I was in a flirty mood. And yes, flirting is what I did best. Too bad there weren't any males around. So, I walked on, my black and white pelt gleaming under the sun's rays. Under my paws, the sand was still burning my pads, and I wanted so much to go over into the cool, wet sand. Darn humans. If they weren't in my way, my paws would be over in that cool sand, not burning ovr here like fire burns through wood. I found a spot well away from humans and lay down, still panting, just waiting for night to come so that I wouldn't have to scorch my paws when I walked.

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Male pricked his cropped auds to the sound of many humans walking around, he lifted his bod from the increasingly hot sand. Golden amber orbs danced across the beach, he growled as a couple of humans got to close. They skittered back. He didn't have much of a reputation here, but where he came from he did.

Lean limbs strode 'cross the beach, he didn't worry about the two legs. They never did anything. The burning sand burned his pads, but he paid the pain no attention. His last fight had left him with a bit of damage, but the salt water would help it.

Chocolate and tan bod stepped confidently into the water, the cuts on his frame stung as the salt water washed over them, but soon he was numb tot he pain and his wounds were clean. He went out further into the water, churning the water beneath him with his powerful strokes. The cool water was a great relief from the suns' hot rays.

After he had had his fill of swimming he clambered from the water, shaking as he did so. The large black spiked collar around his neck was a bit heavier now, but it didn't bother him. Crash looked around for any other dogs, he saw none at the moment and trotted to a patch of shade beneath a couple of beach trees.

Sun-kissed optics watched the beach lazily, watching for some type of movement. He saw the two-legs, some running about, others playing games and some still in the water. He looked up to the sky to see how far the sun had sank, but it seemed relucalant to leave its' spot from above. He squinted before moving his gaze lower to watch the creatures on the beach once more.

At first he thought it only as something that came fourth because of the fact the sun had blurred his vision, he shook his dial. But no. She was still there. A beautiful fea, black and white. He watched her, as she wanted to get into the water but did not because of the humans and then to the shade. She was not that far away from him. He lifted himself once more, walking towards her.

As he reached a distance even closer to then he had been he smirked slightly, she was very pretty in deed. The first female he had seen since he had came here, althrough males always seemed to contract towards him. Almost always ending in a fight. He barked, letting her know he was there, in case she hadn't seen him already. His large doberman bod was well muscled, and the sunlight glinted off his pelt making it look like hot chocolate.

He watched her silently a moment, Do you want to get in the water? he asked her finnaly, the humans were still there, but they'd move. His pelt was still a little damp from where he had been in the water earlier, and the sand was not so hot on his pads. Male watched her, looking back to the humans, he rolled his orbs. Stupid creatures, don't they know what's good for them? he questioned silently before looking back to the new female he had met.

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Pfhhh. A few grains of sand lifted and twirled as a sigh was emitted through creamy chops, marbled optics spanning the area in quick jabs. His gorgeous pools of eyes were so unique from anyone else's; an icy blue base cut in half by an endless abyss of brown.

Through the sliced eyes, he saw a variety of events; humans tossing an alluring Frisbee to and fro, splashing in the water, enjoying a delightful smelling lunch. 'Obnoxious bastards.. Laughing like they own the who f**kin' planet..' The thoughts clouded his already crammed mind, anger permitting his blood to pound a bit faster beneath his blue merle pelt.

Beneath the shade of an abandoned shack's awning, an Australian Shepherd made its residence, napping the noon away, but with fresh activity, rest was beyond reach. And within minutes, the hustle of the sandy beach surrounding him prevailed over sleep. "f**kin' lunatics.." a scowl escaped from ebony jaws as he stood, trotting from the cool shade to the heated sand, massaging his pads delicately.

Beyond the ongoing events of sports, tanning, and splashing, the scent of other dogs -- a male and a female it seemed -- caught his attention, a dog-like smirk curved over his yellow canines. The pace of his waltz was slow and draggy from the lack of use of his toned muscles from hours of snoozing in the shady spot he claimed as his own.

That spot of his wasn't very much, but it was something to grow from, that was for sure. In his eyes, he owned a portion of the beach -- a mile radius around the abandoned shack of his. Not a soul has yet to challenge him for the territory; this is probably because living here is such a challenge itself. Finding food is such a difficult task, no wonder the brute sleeps throughout the day.

Another great and complex task was to keep those f**kin' kids away from trying to pet him. 'Oh, he's got such perdy eyes! Ooh, Mommy, can we keep him?! Aw, but Mom, he's hungry, look!' After a few unnecessary compliments, a few attempts to pet him, and a minute or two of the adult's pondering, and it was his que -- snarl, snap, and stand your ground.

The result? A variety of things: crying, running away, screeching, etc. But there was always the same reaction for him -- a laugh. If you haven't already guessed, this dog is a psychotic bastard who takes joy in seeing people in pain, misery, and fear.

Anyways, back to the scene.

His marbled eyes caught the view of two dogs, the ones previously sensed. Their position was right on the border of his territory, enough to create a real scene. A snort was thrown from his nostrils, his posture and grace increasing with every step, rest's knots working out of his fit frame. With an overconfident attitude, he continued toward the two, snickering to himself as he considered a plot.

"Aye, 'lo there. You're in my 'tory, y'see. I'm Kayne, state yer business," the male, dubbance obviously Kayne, stated with a snarl. His dialog was unique, just another trait to think about.

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Male scented another male long before one came to sight. He lifted his crown and sniffed the air, pinning his auds instantly. A growl came fromw ithin his throat and he turned his frame to face the direction of the approacher.

He could have cared less if it had been the queen of sheba waltzing in, he'd have ripped her to shreds. Even through he was still fresh from a fight, he was always ready for more.

A human came near him, a kid trying to pet him When will the stupid motherf**kers ever learn?! he asked himself silently, ignoring the fact another male was near to stop and bare his fangs at the child.

Now he could see the male, and the hair 'poun his back bristled with his usual intinisty of anger.




POST NOT DONE. AM FINISHING TOMORROW.

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[celadonwolf]

Morag walked around. She wasn't fully aware of where she was. A young female twoleg came up to her. "mommy can we keep her?" she begged. Morag curled back her lips in a snarl and growled/barked at the little girl. The girl backed away then ran in the other direction."When will they ever learn? I am a stray. I was born a stray and i will die a stray." she said to herself. She looked around for other dogs. she spotted two others. She sniffed the air. They were males. She cautiously walked over to investigate.