We are all a little lonely (Paradox)
Jan 6, 2015 2:29:24 GMT -5
Post by disaster on Jan 6, 2015 2:29:24 GMT -5
The warm air and the breeze coming over him made the heat a little more bearable. Seasons had changed. Summer had come and run its course, but now even in the early days of autumn the heat was still here. Luther stretched out farther on the warm rock he had come to nap on. Closing his tired eyes he laid there day dreaming. Often times the large dog was serious, you couldn’t get a chuckle out of him if you tried. But everyone has their breaks, he tried to escape his brother as much as possible and find a spot where naps came easy and the thoughts, the worries easily left him. It used to be the beach, but due to gangs, he moved more inland.
The noise of geese flying overhead startled him from his nap. ”You’re okay. Nothing is wrong, its no one. Just some stupid birds.” Luther told himself. He was jumpy to say the least. He could easily hold his own against an opponent, but his mind was not on fighting, he was trying to mellow out with age, almost like wine. But he was bitter, sour, and aggressive. These moments he at least tried for his brother.
Being the larger of the two, Luther was the brawns. He acted first and thought second. Often times this put his brother in a bad place. He didn’t always understand where it went, the aggression, he never seemed to remember it until it was seconds late. He blocked it out simply a black spot where time should be. Luther lifted his head. Another scent came flooding into his nose. A female. Luther was a ladies man, usually he could woo anyone willing to listen. A true player. He silently walked in the direction of the new dog. ”And I thought I was alone, sometimes I forget that this is Cascaro and you never really are alone.”
The noise of geese flying overhead startled him from his nap. ”You’re okay. Nothing is wrong, its no one. Just some stupid birds.” Luther told himself. He was jumpy to say the least. He could easily hold his own against an opponent, but his mind was not on fighting, he was trying to mellow out with age, almost like wine. But he was bitter, sour, and aggressive. These moments he at least tried for his brother.
Being the larger of the two, Luther was the brawns. He acted first and thought second. Often times this put his brother in a bad place. He didn’t always understand where it went, the aggression, he never seemed to remember it until it was seconds late. He blocked it out simply a black spot where time should be. Luther lifted his head. Another scent came flooding into his nose. A female. Luther was a ladies man, usually he could woo anyone willing to listen. A true player. He silently walked in the direction of the new dog. ”And I thought I was alone, sometimes I forget that this is Cascaro and you never really are alone.”