Shilo wandered aimlessly around the junkyard, searching for something. For what she was searching for, she wasn't sure. Maybe something the boss needed? No. That wasn't it. A fight she was itching for a fight. A good one. Even though it was against her better judgement. She growled her annoyance, and settled her sights on an old, tattered, flower printed couch. Its stuffing had been flung about, it's springs pointed off into random directions, its pillows stolen and used as chew-toys. It was perfect. She narrowed her eyes and crouched down, slowly circling the beaten couch. And suddenly, she sprang, growling, barking, and snapping at it as she ripped fresh holes in it, causing quite the scene.Floral-Fire:
Gabriella had just finished watching the afternoon rationed feed. A few squabbles had to be broken up but nothing serious. She now looked forward to her personal little corner in the Junkyard.
As the large mix breed lumbered over to her lonesome cardboard bed, she heard a commotion of snarls and growls. Bunching her muscles, she rounded the corner, expecting to see two of the dogs scrapping, but she could only see one dog, attacked an old sofa.
Gabs couldn't help but widen her eyes, she knew dogs got pent up anger around these parts but not so much to attack an inanimate object. flare-goes-OM:
Shilo, sensing someone watching, abruptly stopped. She slowly raised her head, and turned to see who it was, spitting out a mouth-full of couch in the process. She laughed nervously. "You....didn't see that....did you?" Her ears got hot with embarrassment, as she stared at her toes.Floral-Fire:
Gabs let her pricked, tulip ears settle down into a more relaxed state, and her widened eyes return to normal. Once again looking at the dog and the now destroyed couch, Gabriella shook her head. Whilst this dog appeared to be laughing she was still suspicious of the unusual behaviour.
The large boxer mix still tensed her muscles as she skirted around the mix breed, if the dog was going to attack a sofa senselessly, who's to say Gabs wouldn't be her next target? Sure most in the Junkyard knew not to bother the muscular female, but still, she'd much rather go to sleep than get into a fight. flare-goes-OM:
Shilo crouched down, almost submissively, to show she wasn't a threat. "Sorry...about that. I....I got mad...I didn't want to hurt anyone....so I hurt the couch" she giggled a bit. "Sorry. What's your name? I’m Shilo. I'm new around here." Her tail wagged slightly. Maybe it was time to make some friends in this new place?Floral-Fire:
Gabs tilted her head, her large ears flopping comically as the shepherd mix explained herself. It sort of made sense... Actually, under Grey's new rule he would like the fact she was diverting her anger towards an object rather than another faction member.
Gabriella instantly let her muscles relax but she stayed in her standing position.
The female wagged her fluffy tail, calming the bully mix. Though Gabs wasn't one for making conversation, she decided to give the youngster a chance. It must be hard being so young and in such a society.
"Gabs or Gabby" She said in her deep, monotone voice. She hated her full name, it didn't suit her, it was too....pretty.flare-goes-OM:
"I like that name" she said, smiling, yet unsure of whether to continue or not, sensing the larger, mixed-breed didn't seem like she was much for talking. She stood for a moment, unsure of what to do. "Do you..um... know anywhere I could stay? Even a box would be nice. And I'd prefer to not be out in the rain...again" she said, nervously glancing at the slightly-darkening sky, her ears flicking with embarrassment.
For the last week, Shilo had been hiding out from the bad weather and the cold, night temperatures infer various things, many of which provided little shelter.Floral-Fire:
Gabs shrugged her massive shoulders. A name was a name, as long as she liked it, she didn't care what anyone else thought. She watched the mix breed under her dark brown gaze as she seemed to struggle to find her words.
Gabs frowned, shelter was pretty hard to find around these parts, although one idea did pop into her head. She nodded silently and gestured for Shilo to follow her.
Skirting around the slumbering dogs who had no shelter, Gabs found what she was looking for. It was a smallish, old wooden box, that may have been used as a chest or a bookshelf in its day, but was now empty. "I was never able to fit in it but you might be able to" Gabs explained gruffly, nodding toward the make shift bed. flare-goes-OM:
"Thank you!" Shilo's eyes lit up as she crawled into the box-a perfect fit. She then romped around like a pup-leaving her sent all around the box, "claiming" it for her. Once she finally settled down, and stopped running like a fool, she turned to gabs. She could tell the larger dog wanted to get to her own "home". But Shilo also didn't like to be alone-especially at night. "So..What now?" She tilted her head and her ears flopped to one side.Floral-Fire:
Gabs gave a smile in return to the Shilo's thanks. It was rather odd watching a dog behave so friendly and pup like in such a harsh society. Odd, but refreshing at the same time.
Gabs sighed, this dog clearly wanted attention, and the Bouncer was not one for conversing. "Look Shilo, it's getting late I've had a long day..." She murmured, "I'll see you around" The boxer mix turned to go back to her own bed area, wanting to get under shelter before the rain hit.