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s p a r k y
t h e s e t e a r s i c r y . . .

A sigh escaped the large newfoundland who wondered the abandoned land with a strange sadness in her eyes. Her head was dipped over slightly, it was something that appeared as trying to keep a low profile. It was true this was what the female was doing, trying to escape notice for notice was something that had got her into terrible trouble years ago. At times, this dog just wished she could melt into the shadows - disappear from the world forever. Some might ponder on why she was always alone, and always so disconnected from the world around her. Jumping to the wrong conclusions was something many strangers would do in their thoughts, not that the newfoundland would notice this. Being invisible was the best way to keep herself safe, or so she believed. Attention was not exactly something this dog strives to gain. She certainly preferred to stay in her own personal bubble. Maybe there were others like her in the world, maybe there weren't. The female had never really considered the fact that others could have had roughly the same experience as her before in their lifetime. That was probably because she never talked to anyone, not anything, and so if she couldn't speak about the simplest of subjects she obviously could not bring up her own past or ask about another's.

The females dark coat was rather rugged and knotted today, plus it was unnecessary in the weather of today. The sun was out and only a light breeze was currently blowing through the land. That was why Sparky, was heading toward the baisen ridge, where hopefully she could sit and enjoy the view. It was something for her to do at least. That was one of the problems with being on your own, just like she was. There was no one to talk to and barely anything to do, things just tended to get a bit dull. Locking herself away from the world seemed to have far more bad points too it than good ones, and still Spark hid from everything she knew. It was a long and complicated story why, one she had shut out of her mind and tried not to remember for so long a time. She hated her history or more the memories of it. If she could, she would go back and change it, to rid her of the things that appeared in her nightmares at night and that even tormented her in her thoughts during the day. It was hard to block everything out, to block such chilling memories which had implanted themselves in her mind and stop them from resurfacing. At times she would sure she would never get over what had happened to her, as much as she wished she would.

Sparky found herself walking up the narrow path which led to the view she was going to see. Jagged rocks were littered either side of the dusty path and Spark paid extra attention to where she was placing her paws. It was scary really, being close to death. Knowing that with one slip blood could be spilled. Still, Sparky believed that when death came for her she would greet it with open arms. Soon though, the narrow path grew wider as the top of the ridge was closer. The sound of the sea filled the air, and the smell was of the salty water down below. Sparky remember loving the beach as a puppy, running through the soft sand and leaving paw prints where her paws hit it. But that was a long time ago, a very long time ago. Spark ventured close to the edge, not afraid of falling into the calm but dark water below her. Instead, there she sat, staring out art the horizon and thinking about whatever came to mind. This was usually what her day was like, sitting and thinking. Sometimes Sparky ran out of things to think about - when that came she would just stare. Her world was empty. The same routine repeated over and over. Surely something had to happen to mix things up a bit.

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I grunted as I staggered up the dirt path, walking carefully to avoid cutting my paws on the shards of rock that littered the trail. Larger rocks, -some big enough to be called boulders- lay scattered around the pathway as well, making the thin dirt line weave and twist drastically. Sometimes, the safest way to keep going was to leave the path, but since the area was so small, the path was never out of sight. After so many weeks in the city, it was nice to be out in a place untouched by human hands; in the city, solitude just felt lonely, whereas out here, it was peaceful. My eyes found the sky, and I paused, admiring the streaks of white and lavender in the late periwinkle sky. I inhaled the clean air and sighed contentedly. Already I could hear the sea, talkative as it was, and I picked up my pace as much as I safely could to get to it. The air was damp and salty, with a sharp breeze that cut through my short fur and made me shudder.

When I reached the top, I could tell something was off, but I couldn't tell what. I stood still, my eyes scanning the area with the sharp focus only the paranoid can accomplish. I spotted her rather quickly, sitting all by herself by the edge of the ridge. She was larger than me, but despite appearance, the size difference was likely only a few inches; her long, tangled fur added size that wasn't really there. She was a loner; the lonely can always pick out the other lonely. Something in her demeanor expressed a blatant lack of confidence, the kind only brought on by vicious cruelty. She stared out at nothing, or maybe just something that I couldn't see; I doubted she knew I was there. Keeping my distance, I wandered close to the ridge, angling around her so there was plenty of space. I placed my front paws so close to the edge, I felt earth crumbling away under my toes; I bent my head over the side and got lost in the waves.

There were twelve shades of blue in the water below baisen ridge, the two most dominant being a lovely pale shade of teal and a darker, equally lovely shade of navy blue. The blue mottled the teal like spots and freckles, and above those stains of colors, the surface of the water rippled, foamed, and crashed. It was like a lullaby, and my mind drifted away gently, wrapping tendrils around memories and pulling them to the surface. The first few were from my puphood, and I ambled through them uninterested, shunning the flashing images of my mother, my aunt, and all their pack. My mind sorted through various acquaintances before resting on the most recent one, an abnormally friendly australian shepherd. Jasper was really the only dog I knew in Mois Aries, not counting the pitbull I met briefly at the airport. He was an intriguing dog, and I looked forward to encountering him again, something I had never felt about any dog before.

Then my mind drifted towards the dog just a short ways away from me. Cruelty is a sensitive issue for me, although I don't remember why. Most commonly, this is projected towards big dogs picking on little dogs; the idea makes my skin crawl. But it doesn't stop there; I don't like big dogs getting bullied either, I just don't do anything about because they can take care of themselves. However, obviously this particular dog couldn't. I found myself wondering what happened; possibly something in her pup years? I wanted to, but I had too much good grace to ask. Instead, I was quiet, mulling various things over in my head, but always coming back to her. Finally, my curiosity won. I stepped away from the ledge and walked slowly towards her, looking out over the horizon; I sat down several metres away, and remained silent for a score of minutes.

"My name is Morphine, can I ask for yours?"

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s p a r k y
t h e s e t e a r s i c r y . . .

Sparky sat alone on the top of the ridge, not caring to be accompanied by any dog or living creature for that matter. Being alone was just something this large dog was used to, and she was sure it wasn't about to change. Nothing very interesting ever happened to her, and staying away from other beings almost seemed like a promise she had made to herself. She avoided males the most, only because of her past and how that gender had tricked her so many times before. Males scared her, that was obvious to any spectator. She knew that all males weren't that bad of course, but the experience was one that had shaken the female. It was hard for her to get over her past, especially when it was nagging on your mind almost every minute of every day. Sparky hated it really, remembering all these things. But it wasn't like she had a choice in what came to her mind. As much as she had tried to block these horrid memories from her mind, they kept tormenting her. If she managed to survive without thinking about her past for the day then she would surely dream about it at night.

The female let out another quiet sigh, before her eyes tracked the path of the waves. She admired the colors of the ocean and watched the sky as it darkened slightly and then grew lighter again as the sky tried to make its way through the maze of clouds. The landscape was beautiful up here, and the clear air with a slight scent of salt in it cleared Sparky's head better than the stuffy air of the city. If the newfoundland was to turn and look back, she was sure she would see the tall but broken buildings of the abandoned city which she called home. But the problem with the city was that it was so crowded at times, in the context that other dogs where always running around there. Truthfully, Spark didn't like it. That was why she always came up to places like the ridge. It was nice to sit surrounded by scenery which had for once, not been damaged by the humans when they had swarmed around that city. It was strange to think that the ghost town that was the city happened to be once inhabited by many of the strange two legged creatures her mother her once told her tales of.

She was deep in thought, remembering these strange stories when she heard and smelled the presence of another who had just climbed to the ridge as well. Sparky carefully tasted the strangers scent, her muscles tensing as they naturally did when a creature she did not know was around her. By the smell, the creature seemed female and of course dog. That was better than a male any day. Spark peered out of the corner of her eye, watching the female as she peered at the ocean. The female was quite tall, but probably didn't reach the size of her own breed and was covered in a gingery red color. Sparky was not curious enough to speak to the other and so just turned her head and went back to her boring task of staring out to sea. Very soon though, words broke through to her. Sparky turned at stared at the other female who had now decided to speak to her. She seemed friendly at least and Sparky pondered on how to act toward the creature, before deciding that the female was no harm for now. So, Sparky reluctantly replied back to the females question. She didn't really want to seem rude, that was for sure.

"i'm sparky." Sparky spoke the words in a rather quiet voice, and after the words where out her eyes darted around to make sure the two of them where not being watched. It was true this female was jumpy and it was probably obvious to the dog she was speaking to. Morphine, that was what the stranger had named herself. Sparky made a mental note of that name, so that in the conversation that would probably follow she could actually use the females real name.

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