Post by ☆ T.a.n.n.e.r ☆ on Jul 7, 2008 13:47:37 GMT -5
Tanner
She was it, well, perfection. This female was perfection, no doubt about it. Her flawless trot was a prove all move, she truly was perfect. . . on the out side. In he mind, twisted thoughts bubbled as she trotted forward, life was cruel, never fair. Why? Why had it insisted on happening to her, she was just as innocent as the next dog that anyone would meet, right? It was just s unfair.
Her anatomy was flawless, god could not have created a finer work of art. Grey's and blues accented her tan brows, which glowed flawlessly under the moon light. She was what you got when a fine boned show Border Collie met a muscled herding champion. How? How would such a work of art survive without humans codling her?
Her breath taking features lured brutes in, her dainty looks fooled them into thinking she would be a sweet and easy as the rest of their scraggly pack but she didn't compare to those females. It would be a sin calling her less then beautiful and perfect. Oh no, she was and is a gem. Something to be displayed on a silver platter she refused to settle for mediocrity. This female wanted nothing better then the very best life had to offer. After all, when you look like a painting of a goddess why not? A flame danced in her blue eyes, adding sparkle to her coat. She had to learn to defend herself. What was she supposed to do when fully grown brutes were pursuing her at barely a year of age? She could not be described in words, her body was not meant to be seen by mortal eyes. She was Tanner.
Her head turned as her neck bent and lapped up the salty water, it wasn't really to her taste, but it would have to do for now. The sound of paw steps could be heard as she turned around quickly and lowered her head.
Whos there?