Post by johnny on Jul 21, 2008 8:16:04 GMT -5
Coda's energy was regenerated. All she could think about was be good, be great and all she wanted was a perfect place she could set up her pack... Or, rather, future pack, but that was beyond the point. The point was, clearly and completely, that she was going to have a pack, and in order to have a pack she would have to find a place where she could live. They could live. The thought of a they made Coda want to giggle madly - mostly, all she'd ever wanted in her life was a family. She'd always noticed how, when her mother and she had traveled from city to city, the dog packs that they'd encounter were so tightly knit, familiar, looking out for one another like they were bonded by blood, but in reality all they were bonded by was a vow, a hierarchy, and a need for one another. Coda found it absolutely fascinating that those things were all it took for a group of strange dogs to become a family - instantly, they cared for one another.
She wanted that. She wanted the security of others, and she wanted others to feel secure with her presence. She liked the idea of teaching, of learning, of living off one another's experiences and though Coda was young, she was experienced. She'd traveled more than any dog she knew, hadn't even had a steady den when she was a pup - as soon as her eyes were open and she could walk, her mother pushed her from the dilapidated building they'd been living in and they started on for the next city. Always going to the next city and, more than many things, Coda wanted to ask her mother why they always had to be constantly, constantly moving. What had they been running from? Was it a who? Was her mother just the restless type, with no real reason other than the desire to see something fresh and new once the settings at that moment got old and stale? Coda earnestly wished she could ask, just to clear things up in her own mind and put those worries to rest.
The land that Coda had found herself in seemed to be absolutely deserted - the scent markers had faded away ages ago, and not even a passing dog had left any new ones. By all intents and purposes, Coda figured the land was up for grabs - but first, she wanted to look around.
She sniffed buildings, trotted along and took note of the old markers to calculate the boundaries of the territory. It seemed to cover a Human district as well as some wilder areas - Coda thought that, before the thing Safira had told her about happened, the wilder parts had once been human parks. Now what would've normally been manicured, luscious green lawn was coated in tall grass and overgrown with weeds. Wooden park benches were half-hidden by the foliage, and what wasn't hidden was rotting away from lack of care. It didn't really matter to her - she had no need for park benches, but the presence of them reminded her that humans hadn't been along to sit on them in years, and the idea sent a little shiver up Coda's spine. She didn't know why the absence of humanity affected her so much, but she presumed it was because most of her life had been spent around them - every place was crawling with human life.
Every place except this one.
Even in the civilized areas, the Aussie noted, there were trees and tall grass everywhere, bringing a touch of the wild to the city, and the combination of the two drastically different places - but the only two environments in which Coda had ever lived - struck a key. It felt... fitting. It clicked, and Coda could suddenly foresee herself making a den in one of the abandoned buildings, could see herself holding meetings beside one of the old, termite-eaten park benches, or perhaps the large, bent old oak tree in the park nearest by. She could see herself calling out her other pack members from their own dens and telling them it was time to organize a hunt, or time to welcome a new member, or tell them other bits of news about their home.
Coda looked around, examining everything about the territory around her closely.
"Home," she said to herself, and she hoped it to be true.
She wanted that. She wanted the security of others, and she wanted others to feel secure with her presence. She liked the idea of teaching, of learning, of living off one another's experiences and though Coda was young, she was experienced. She'd traveled more than any dog she knew, hadn't even had a steady den when she was a pup - as soon as her eyes were open and she could walk, her mother pushed her from the dilapidated building they'd been living in and they started on for the next city. Always going to the next city and, more than many things, Coda wanted to ask her mother why they always had to be constantly, constantly moving. What had they been running from? Was it a who? Was her mother just the restless type, with no real reason other than the desire to see something fresh and new once the settings at that moment got old and stale? Coda earnestly wished she could ask, just to clear things up in her own mind and put those worries to rest.
The land that Coda had found herself in seemed to be absolutely deserted - the scent markers had faded away ages ago, and not even a passing dog had left any new ones. By all intents and purposes, Coda figured the land was up for grabs - but first, she wanted to look around.
She sniffed buildings, trotted along and took note of the old markers to calculate the boundaries of the territory. It seemed to cover a Human district as well as some wilder areas - Coda thought that, before the thing Safira had told her about happened, the wilder parts had once been human parks. Now what would've normally been manicured, luscious green lawn was coated in tall grass and overgrown with weeds. Wooden park benches were half-hidden by the foliage, and what wasn't hidden was rotting away from lack of care. It didn't really matter to her - she had no need for park benches, but the presence of them reminded her that humans hadn't been along to sit on them in years, and the idea sent a little shiver up Coda's spine. She didn't know why the absence of humanity affected her so much, but she presumed it was because most of her life had been spent around them - every place was crawling with human life.
Every place except this one.
Even in the civilized areas, the Aussie noted, there were trees and tall grass everywhere, bringing a touch of the wild to the city, and the combination of the two drastically different places - but the only two environments in which Coda had ever lived - struck a key. It felt... fitting. It clicked, and Coda could suddenly foresee herself making a den in one of the abandoned buildings, could see herself holding meetings beside one of the old, termite-eaten park benches, or perhaps the large, bent old oak tree in the park nearest by. She could see herself calling out her other pack members from their own dens and telling them it was time to organize a hunt, or time to welcome a new member, or tell them other bits of news about their home.
Coda looked around, examining everything about the territory around her closely.
"Home," she said to herself, and she hoped it to be true.