a falling through
borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it
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It was with a forlorn air that Dogmeat turned to his slender associate, his eyes soft with a cheerlessness only the grieving know of. They thought similar thoughts, grim and foreboding -- and despite their victorious crawl from the wreckage of the van, he worried they were not long for this earth.

His gaze fell on her slim coat and he could only imagine the gossamer gleam in her short fur she had once sported, now fraught with grime and scars. His thick lips pulled taut and his brow furrowed with concern. "No." The bullheaded male growled, limping forwards to touch his comrade's skinny flank. "We will die sometime, but not now." His words were filled with a growling assertion -- he would not tolerate such talk in their camp. It was not their way -- this was no longer the world of humans. It was the world they made of it.

His gaze fell to the foothills, where he had tracked the heavy scent of monsuta passing. "They have food and we will take it."
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a falling through - by Dogmeat Sr - February 02, 2015, 02:27 PM
RE: a falling through - by Junkyard Dog - February 02, 2015, 02:36 PM
RE: a falling through - by Dogmeat Sr - February 02, 2015, 02:55 PM
RE: a falling through - by Junkyard Dog - February 02, 2015, 03:26 PM
RE: a falling through - by Dogmeat Sr - February 02, 2015, 03:32 PM
RE: a falling through - by Junkyard Dog - February 04, 2015, 05:32 PM
RE: a falling through - by Dogmeat Sr - February 04, 2015, 10:02 PM
RE: a falling through - by Junkyard Dog - February 04, 2015, 10:14 PM
RE: a falling through - by Dogmeat Sr - February 04, 2015, 10:20 PM
RE: a falling through - by Junkyard Dog - February 05, 2015, 11:55 AM
RE: a falling through - by Dogmeat Sr - February 05, 2015, 03:15 PM
RE: a falling through - by Junkyard Dog - February 05, 2015, 03:30 PM