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The heat of the sun glinting off the rusted hood of the dilapidated car was not yet uncomfortable enough to the pink pads of the young brute that was splayed atop it, and so there he remained, little white box of a muzzle resting atop flat paws and pale gray eyes covered by chestnut-hued lids. Every so often his liver nose would tremble with some impending scent, or a silken ear would twitch off an unsuspecting bluebottle. He looked cherubic as he rested there, his wrinkled form, so insubstantial in size, hidden quite well amongst the wreckage of the junkyard, though mildly contrasted atop the periwinkle hood of the obviously custom-jobbed lemon-of-a-vehicle. It was obvious that he didn't find the rather rotten-smelling place to be anything less than wonderful; he had spent the past few nights here, miniature fangs testing their strength against worn down rubber and the stained fabric of damaged furniture, which, while wonderful at the time, hadn't provided any real sense of contentment. It had been the previous night, actually, that, in the midst of his feverish digging, the pup had stumbled across something that had brought a wide grin to his face: a gray and white stuffed sort of thing, with a delightful bushy tail. Immediately the plush had been dragged, though lovingly, from beneath the broken television set it had been laying under, and was now sitting in its proper upright position against the vehicle's busted windshield, directly behind the dozing young dog.

And he was quite young- no more than three months old, and an apparent orphan to boot, though this information had not yet registered in his tiny skull. His name was Kiel- Kiel Sufjan- and he happened to be a pit bull (with just a tad of boxer running through his lineage). There would be no doubt for an onlooker of this fact; not only did he sport the broad muzzle, but the wide-set barrel as well, and the limbs that just barely crooked. He was a lovely specimen; had humans still been walking the earth, one would have snatched him up by now. He was still at the age where the fur was barely there, and so his entire body ha d pink hue to it, especially the wrinkles that were prominent beneath his chin and about his shoulders. Mainly white, he had one large, elliptical-shaped patch on the fore of his flank on his right side, and the top of his head and first half of his head was this same fawn hue, including the drooping, triangular ears. He had obvious pinking around his eyes, which were an entrancing gray, and the very end of his muzzle was an uneven patch that surrounded a pink nose. All in all, there was nothing unseemly about this young boy, and any critics would be sorely disappointed.

As if in synch with the world, as the sun reached its zenith his pint-sized jaws opened in a cavernous yawn, little tongue curling back on itself and revealing pearly milk teeth. His head bobbed for a moment as he snuffled with eyes opened to mere slits before his entire body contorted and elongated, hind claws scraping against the car's hood as the limbs stretched out. A smile broke across his muzzle as he felt the notoriously furry toy brush across his pads and he rose to his paws slowly, tail swinging back and forth as he turned and grabbed for the plaything, nip-tucked jowls clamping down on his gray friend's back gently before angling back to his previous position at the prow of the hood. Re-settling himself and pushing his hind legs out behind his body, the little mutt plopped the stuffed creature betwixt his thinly furred forepaws, nudged it into place, and let his head fall once more, near-silver eyes curtained. He jerked with a single hiccup and gave a grunt, head lifting only so that he could smack his lips before resting again, the warmth of the sun on his back lulling him into slumber.

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Augh…
Friday shook from his nap with regret. The young dog yawned abrasively; he sure as hell didn’t care if he made noise, now that he was already awake. The ground was absolutely sopping with mud; it was quite obvious that the wet season was quickly approaching the mindless area he had been in. Stupid rickety old city. A drop of cold water splashed onto the black hound’s nose as he sighed evasively. It seemed below Friday to call the soaked area his homeland, but as he had nowhere else to go, this were where he rested. Friday, in truth, had not seen anyone for days. Rolling his black shoulders, and yawing again, the Lab proceeded from under his hidey-hole into the open. Groaning as the young lab stood up and shook himself off, deciding to take a stroll, with slight hopes of meeting his someone, anyone, along the way. Loneliness did not ease gently onto the black dog’s shoulders, and he shivered with exasperation.

Muttering to himself, Friday pulled his paw out of the freezing soppy ground the second it hit. He did not approve of these terrible conditions: it had been so much easier to stand when he had been young and had people to protect him, to care for him. Loneliness did not ease gently onto the black dog’s shoulders, and he shivered with exasperation. If there was even only a bird to discuss with, it would be better than the nothing he had.

And so he shivered, deciding at almost an instant to go to the idiot who had thrown him out of his dream world a lesson. The once gangly puppy was now filled with rock solid muscle: there were only specks of his puppyhood flicked in her dark features. This pleased Friday immensely; if he could not have the attention he once had, at least now he had the force. He had not raised himself lightly, and someone was going to pay for it later, need it be Friday himself.

And yet the pup had grown to be exceedingly sarcastic. It could not he helped; Friday simple had the idea formed in his mind that sarcasm ruled all: something one could guess was formed by his lack of parental figures It had been hard on him, not having anyone to look up to, to be accepted by, but, alas, Friday could not help it. He had just grown out of the habit of calling absolute strangers ‘mam’, he could not reverse to that.

The only reason the puppy really caught the black dog’s eyes were because of this loneliness. Instantly, Friday was reminded of his younger self; this pup was what, 3 or 4 months old? It was chewing on a disgusting, firry thing: it made the black dog cringe at the thought it was some sort of deceased animal, he watched the puppy as it appeared to now be falling into a deep sleep He wandered over to the puppy gingerly before letting out a loud, obvious cough.

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Kiel had almost been in the wondrous throes of his food-filled reverie when his little ears jerked involuntarily to the sound of a dry cough that ravaged what had previously been a near-silent atmosphere. The rest of him twitched as well, dwarfed body clutching in a surprised grunt; silver eyes, glazed with the thin film of sleep, took several moments to entirely focus on the humongous ebony beast that had positioned itself before him- almost immediately after this recognition, the young mutt's lids snapped up and he gave a muffled cry into his stuffed friend. It was about around this same time that, having been wholly caught off guard, his rather roly-poly frame pitched forward and he uttered a strangled squeal of fright. There was feasible effort administered into his attempt to save himself from the fall, though all he managed to do was flip onto his side and scrabble madly for any sort of purchase as he did so. It was a long, drawn-out moment for Kiel as he slipped, rather quickly then- first from the hood to the grill, and from there to the unforgiving ground. A cloud of dust rose about him; there was a good chance that the labrador would be able to see his wrinkled rump, pushed into the air, if he were to peer through the slowly dissipating pall. He gave a light cough as he fell entirely on his stomach, the air forcefully expelled from his narrow breast, miniature lungs contracting sharply. He remained there, still save for the heavy breaths he took and the baffled fluttering of his eyelids, for quite some time before he shifted, drawing himself up on wide white paws and allowing the layer of dust he had accumulated to be sifted from his pelt with a vigorous shake. It was only then, when he had regained every ounce of his balance, that he turned to the burly male that had spoken, his voice soft, and obviously anxious. “Oh,” he whispered, lowering his head and curling his tail between his legs. “Hello.” His pale throat bobbed in an audible gulp as he stared upwards at the older canine.

Afraid to find out if continued eye contact would result in anything damaging, Kiel averted his gaze, shifting it instead to the hood of the vehicle that he had just toppled from. “Oh no!” he cry, whirling and rearing up on unsteady hind limbs. “My special!” Hanging just off the edge of the far top, the fuzzy and well-chewed tail of the cotton-filled creature was a miserable sight for the pup. Instantly forgetting about the elder male's dominant presence, the pit bull cross bounded towards the side of the dismantled car, ears jouncing atop his head as he did so. While finding his way atop the car had been no easy task in the first place, there was now an evident determination in his step as he scrambled onto a large tire, dwarfish legs throbbing with a rather agonizing pain as he stretched them to their limits. Kiel gave a whimper, panting as he tumbled from the rim of the rubber circle for a third time. This last time he remained where he was, though visibly wilted- from fatigue or distress, one could not be sure. Nevertheless, he dragged himself back to the front of the car and settled best he could, tail wagging with a tentative hope as he addressed the other again. “Um, mister? Mebbe you could get my special? It'd be awfully kind of you.”

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It took everything in Friday not to laugh as the puppy opened his eyes and sent himself flying. It was merely the memories of his own not-so-long-ago youth that made the back dog refrain; of, how he had despised being mocked in any fashion. It did not take the Lab long to find the youth’s roly-poly shape, he stared at the pup with astonishment. Just where was cry when he fell? There had been one when Friday himself had scared the little bugger. It was strange; this pup was obviously emotions over pain. Interesting.

The young dog was just about to pick the pup up himself when it appeared to move: it quickly picked itself up, shaking. The pup’s response to his then spoken phrase was certainly amusing: the small creature was just so puppy-like it was pathetic. Really.

[/font]“Where’s your mam, kid? Have you lost her?” It did not occur to Friday that he, in fact, was merely himself: his cockiness at being the elder of the two of them had rushed to his head. It also did not occur to him that the pup’s gaze was not on his sleek figure but merely on the car the two of them were around: the gross thing he had been chewing on was hanging on it, teasing the puppy. Fri did not think to stop the chubby youth as he attempted to climb onto a tire to get it; he had to learn that he wasn’t big enough to do it himself.

A clever smirk appeared on the Lab’s face as he saw repeated trial and error, growing larger and larger each time the pup fell. Finally, the chubby puppy simple sat there, clearly fatigued. His shrill voice rang out with hope, wanting Friday to achieve the task he had failed. Smart kid, Friday thought; already relying on others to help him. It’ll be a hard blow when he’s older with nobody, but…

“Sure, I’ll help you! Just don’t tell anyone, okay?” The last thing Friday wanted was an older dog thinking he was a sissy do-gooder. The black male instantly ran back, stopping himself when he reached what appeared to be a suitable distance away from the car for him to run and leap. And so he did, grabbing the disgusting thing of unknown variety into his jaws, skidding on the pavement before dropping it at the younger dog’s feet. “You must be hungry to be chewing on that yucky thing, kid,” [/b]he stated bluntly, not really watching what he was saying. The roly poly puppy called it what, his special? Hopefully he wouldn’t be too upset. But, the thing really was gross. Oh, well.
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“My mom?”

The youth's voice took on a tone of uncharacteristic melancholy and he was emotionally arrested where he stood for a moment, tail still stuck fearfully. In the way of small children, negative memories are able to be repressed with surprising swiftness- like his mother's abduction, for instance, which came flooding back to him in a sickening, entropic cloud of incertitude. “Well, mama always said that my dad was a no-good gangbanger bastard.” Such vicious words coming from the mouth such innocence had to sound preposterous, but he was simply speaking what he had heard his dam seethe about in the dead of night. “And then before I came here, I was with my brothers. And then a bunch of mean dogs found us, and one of them took mama, and then another one killed my brother. So then me 'n my other brother Benny ran off. But I got separated from him. So now I'm here.” The sadness was discarded immediately, of course, with the sighting of the toy.

A bright grin, followed quickly by a stitched, wrinkly brow, appeared on Kiel's face, “Oh, okay. I won't tell no one. Promise.” The words were spilled quickly; it was quite obvious that he was willing to do or say anything to retrieve his special. Silver eyes widened in amazement as the black labrador bounded a ways off before charging forward and snatching the tattered body of the stuffed animal mid-leap. “Gee, mister!” The pup cried, doughy body bouncing up and white tail wagging fiercely. “How'd you do that!” Admiration ran thickly through his voice, but he had already forgotten the elder dog's presence and had once again set to work on his special. At the ebony male's words, Kiel let the gray plaything drop, but avoided looking up. “S'not yucky,” he mumbled glumly, though he didn't gnaw on it again- instead, he let his broad little maw fall to his paws and instead gazed lovingly at his stuffing-filled squirrel. “Mama will feed me when she gets back. She'll feed me 'n Benny.” There was a great deal of flawed logic behind this: for one, Mama was gone, and thus would not be feeding Kiel at all. Two, Benjamin was gone as well- neither of them were getting fed anytime soon. [/blockquote][/color][/size]

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