Sea Lion Shores callous is the old crow, he mocks even the sun
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Nothing in the world could ever be so lancing as the salt that insulted his wound, irrigating and irritating the raw flesh at once. Dogmeat sucked inwardly, his gaunt ribcage expanding nearly three times its normal girth -- the saltwater hit him like a blow to the chest and he nearly slipped into the water stupefied by the consuming pain.

His hind leg, nearly destroyed by Burke's teeth, had fared better.

With a gingerness surprising for such a bulky behemoth, the dog slid himself against the supporting arch of a rock. With a long sigh he expelled his held breath, savoring the breeze that played along his blunt muzzle. He was so hungry, but his wounds commanded nearly all of his attention -- he dared not try his limb's luck on the local sea-lions until his wounds closed.
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The amount of dogs in the area had diminished more and more as of late. It didn't take a genius to see that Roadkill was likely not long for this world if she'd stay here. She considered going somewhere else, y'know, giving the good ole' family life another go, but with her luck, she'd probably just end up with an awful Owner again and it'd all be for nothing. Well, for some extra suffering, that is.

The beagle hadn't expected to find any other dogs anymore, truthfully, when she noticed one in the distance. Roadkill had stayed by the ocean after the tussle on Silvertip Mountain, because she'd only ever heard stories of the ocean and there was something about the rolling waves that brought out the pup in her.

Since she'd never done anything but fight, Roadkill desperately needed that feeling of being a pup again.

She didn't know the name of the dog she saw when she got to the shores where the funny sea lions often hung 'round, but she thought to remember he had taken charge after the crash, when she was one of the dogs to just go the other way instead of lingering 'round with the rest of 'em. She was no pack animal. "Ey," Roadkill called out to him. He looked terrible. Wounded 'n like he wasn't long for this world, like the rest of their kind. They didn't belong here. "Wa's your name again, fellow? Think Oi saw you at the crash." The mangled beagle sat down not far from the other dog, showing no threat to the larger dog. She had no need to; if there was anyone she needed to keep befriended right now, it was other dogs.
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about him a sorrow seemed to settle, thick and heavy as sodden dust -- a murky, insidious feeling that crept and seized the soul. even his eyes had a film of despair about them, the corners suckered and the pale red of his lids rimshot with sunken rage.

he moved only a fraction of an inch as a beagle hailed him -- had he a healthier aspect his tail would have beat softly along the stone. as it was, he could conjure no such feeling of affection and offered only a dissolute stare as she spoke.

"dogmeat." he uttered hoarsely, his pale tongue running along his wide muzzle. for a brief moment his dark jowls had lifted enough to present the shocking sight of pale and dehydrated gums. "you?"
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Dogmeat. What a funny name.

The beagle noted the melancholy that surrounded him, and she could not blame him. She guessed that he had the same sort of issues as she did. Not knowing where to go, when to go, what to do. Nothin' to do but sit here and die, or look for another Owner and land in the same turmoil all over again, if she - they - 'd ever make it out live in the first place.

Nah. Nothing much left for them, was there?

You?

Nobody had asked her what her name was in a long time. She didn't even remember what she had gone by at the laboratoy. But she remembered... "Other dogs used t'call me Roadkill." Back when she fought, when she emblazoned fear into the hearts of her opponents. Back when she killed.

Seemed such a long time ago, now.

"But you can call me Bella." She wasn't sure why she told him that. Maybe because there was a part of her that didn't want to die as Roadkill. The part of her that wished she was still with the Owner that'd named her Bella.

She stared out at the ocean and let out a melancholic sigh. Oh, how different life could have been if she really was still Bella.