Just any random ol' happy day in the city .open.

[yoguurt]

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[atrb=background,http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/azztop.png] Maybe today was the perfect day, or maybe it wasn't. Either way, Azz wasn't going to be sitting around inside her little room the whole time, keeping watch for her brother. That was one thing that gets boring after a while. At some point, the female dalmation got up and limped out the broken window which stretched all the way down to the floor. It was on a deserted street, in a deserted town, on a deserted continent. The same way it's been for a long as she could remember. The wierd part was that only humans, every dog's best friend, were effected. "Kai, what are we gonna do today?" She asked, the invisble to everyone but her, kiwi bird. She hallucinated badly, most times it was just an occansional flicker of the bird. Others it was almost like a dream. A very realistic one at that. "Well," the golden bird began, "You could always go hunting. Your skinnier than a twig! Get some meat on those bones of yours!" But it was harder than that. Sometimes Azz wished she was a cat, nimble and able to claw at her victoms. But, her claws were dull and thick. They wouldn't be able to physically cut into much of anything. The best she could do was try to catch it and hope to grab a hold of it and shake, vigerously. "I guess I could try.." She started, "But I won't catch much of anything."

[hunter]

His black fur was in safety from the sun while he strolled down the sunlit street, in the shadows of the ruins. The ruins of man. He was not in any hurry, did not have any goal to reach. His stomach was full, and he had rested recently. His own comfort made his movements lazy, but he was not inattentive to his surroundings. He knew that if he began to relax too much in his own daydreams, he could become an easy target to any group of larger canines who roamed in this area. He could not let himself become too unaware of things that happened around him. It would not do him any good in the long run to become careless as long as he was not in the church he called home.

Fat doves, who sat on the street, took flight when they saw the black predator that approached them. He had no intention to hunt them at all, since his stomach was satisfying full. If he had wished to hunt the doves down as game, they would not have seen him so easily. Often, if that was what he wanted to achieve, he would be unseen in the shadows. Suddenly, he stopped to sniff in the air. The mild wind which caressed his fur as gently as only a loving mother could do, brought a scent to his nostrils. It was a scent he knew very well. It was the smell of another canine. A dog.