Daily Grind « Thread Started on Jun 15, 2009, 12:53am »
It was an ordinary, if not a bit dreary, day. The sun, Sampson knew, was bright and shining... somewhere. The clouds were a thick, gray mass in the sky, swallowing up any blue of the atmosphere, and any sunshine. It was raining, but only slightly; just enough of a fine mist to coat the field, the sheep, and Sampson as he stood motionless with his tranquilizer rifle resting against his shoulder. Just a precaution, he would tell his mother every morning when he walked out the door with the non-lethal weapon at his side, just a precaution.
A female sheep with a white, though muddy, fleece walked up to his side. Sampson glanced down at her calmly. "Slow day, hm?" He said, voice hardly above a whisper. Anything louder would have destroyed the peace, in his eyes.
The animal's ears twitched at his voice, but she just lowered her head and nibbled on a green patch of grass. A few sheep in the distance 'baah'ed and Sampson looked in their direction. It was not a distress call, though, just random 'conversation' among the group.
"Baah, indeed." The Ram said with a sigh, shaking his head to remove the water droplets from his curly hair and horns. It was times like this he wished he could wear a hat. "Damn horns..."
It continued on like this for a few moments - the sound of light rain hitting his horns, the crunch of grass beneath his bare feet as he walked through the herd aimlessly, soft thunder crackling in the distance. It was completely and utterly boring, but Sampson had no where else to be, and, even if he did, he'd rather be out here, in the rain, standing in mud and surrounded by sheep, than anywhere else.
||We don't know; Don't know or care where we go (Just turn up that radio) We'll sing along to all our favorite songs And hope these interstates will go on and on and on
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Re: Daily Grind « Reply #1 on Jun 15, 2009, 7:23pm »
His paws pressed down lightly against the different assortments of grasses. They brushed against his upper torso and under his stomach while striding, keeping his head lowered. Dull golden eyes eyed their surroundings carefully, glancing behind every so often. A small orb of orange followed suit, but nothing more; twas all he wanted to have following him.
Gomez rose up his head to meet eyes with what seemed to me a small farm in the distance. He wasn't able to hear much, but faint 'baah'ing and the trickling of water in a small creek in front of him. The canine's ears perked up in curiosity, and slowly inched his way forward to get a better view. The tall grasses still remained in his line of sight, and that only made the dog grunt in frustration. The orb that continued to follow after was closer beside him; now brushing against the small bristles of fur on his tail that had stood up, wagging lightly.
Once reaching a few yards away, the dew-covered dog shook off his fur that was dotted heavily in raindrops. He stepped out into the clearing and noticed a tall male with horns; Gomez knew from the start that he wasn't human, but didn't make any other note of it. He stayed cautious when seeing the weapon he had gripped in hand. The male swallowed hard, and turned his attention towards the sheep.
Re: Daily Grind « Reply #2 on Jun 15, 2009, 11:28pm »
Sampson walked around idly, keeping his eyes trained on the field around him and his herd, seemingly uninterested, but internally alert. He tapped his gun against his coat-covered shoulder gently, eyeing the woods with a suspicious expression. He hated being so close to the forest when he knew what lingered within its depths, but the sheep preferred the grass on this side of the farm, so he'd listened to them for once, hoping he wouldn't regret it later.
Movement caused him to immediately stop, though. He shifted his gaze to the right and, without turning his head, he could see a wolf step out from the woods behind him. He turned his head slightly; no, it wasn't a wolf, it was a dog. German Shepherd, he thought. Sampson turned around fully and made a face. How troublesome.
"Get!" He hissed at the animal, mouth set into a hard frown. He waved his hand, hoping maybe it was a wild dog. They spooked easily. "Go on, get out of here!"
||We don't know; Don't know or care where we go (Just turn up that radio) We'll sing along to all our favorite songs And hope these interstates will go on and on and on
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Re: Daily Grind « Reply #3 on Jun 15, 2009, 11:40pm »
Gomez hadn't noticed when the shepherd had turned his attention to him. Small dust of orange came from the orb, and harshly fell down on his back with a burning sensation. He gritted his teeth and instantly collapsed down to rub his back against the blades of grass. The sudden outburst of the male caused him to jump, and for the fur on his back to bristle up. Gomez rose up to his feet immediately and darted off deeper into the forest until they were out of sight. He frowned, and trotted off in another direction. Gomez wouldn't give up so easily, however, and made his way around the enclosure of the farm in an attempt to move out of the shepherd's sight.
He kept his ears erect and crept along slyly, using his nose to lead him in the right direction as he tried again. The spirit rested on his back this time, without the protective orb enclosing her. Her thin fingers grasped onto the hairs on his neck, in an attempt to keep low and blend in with his naturally dark fur. This would be a difficult task, however, considering what she wore and how light she was against him. Gomez paid no mind and moved out into the open once more; he was more closer this time. He perked up his tail, wagging it lightly as he approached the sheep and their guardian.
Re: Daily Grind « Reply #4 on Jun 16, 2009, 12:13am »
Sampson stiffened when the dog's fur bristled along it's back and gripped the handle of his gun harder, in case the animal charged. He didn't, however, and the ram raised an eyebrow when the canine darted back into the woods. He sighed and shook his head. Wild, just like he figured.
He stared at the forest where the dog had run for a few moments longer, then continued on with the task at hand. Sampson didn't mind a little excitement now and then, as long as it was something he could handle easily. The sheep didn't seem too spooked by the animal's sudden appearance and had gone back to grazing almost as soon as he was out of site.
While he swiveled his eyes over the landscape ahead of him, his peripheral vision caught ahold of something dark moving his way. He focused on it and almost sighed again. Damned dog. He'd given him a warning before; sadly for the dog, the male wasn't one to give second chances.
Sampson continued walking, as if all was normal, but at the same time he moved his gun off his shoulder and let it point at the ground. A sheep 'baah'ed in the distance and almost simultaneously he clicked the safety off, to mask the sound. The eliminate of surprise was best in cases like this.
And, before the canine could get any closer, Sampson whirled around, aimed the gun, and fired.
||We don't know; Don't know or care where we go (Just turn up that radio) We'll sing along to all our favorite songs And hope these interstates will go on and on and on
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Re: Daily Grind « Reply #5 on Jun 24, 2009, 4:36pm »
Gomez was oblivious to what would happen to him. He noticed that he moved his gun; something didn't seem right. His ears perked up to listen in carefully, but could only hear the baa of the animal in the distance. He started to back away, not sure what he had gotten himself into. In an instant, he turned his back to dash off into the forest. Something...sharp was stabbed into him, in an uncomfortable region of his body. He yelped out in agony and collapsed on his side, eyes half-way open.
He was going in and out of consciousness. Gomez tried to fight against the antibiotics that were surging through his bloodstream at a face pace. He whimpered lightly, calling out to his guide in a whisper. The faerie responded, floating down to meet him face-to-face. The golden eyes of the shepherd looked up helplessly before closing to introduce the canine to a deep slumber. She frowned at this, and flew past his underbelly to see where the needle had entered.
Her little hands grasped around the large dart, in a desperate attempt to pull it out. The violet-haired fairy continued to struggle, and her brown eyes looked around for anything that could help in this situation. Her cheeks puffed up when not finding anything that could be of assistance, and simply glared over at the boy who was responsible for this.
Slowly, Phoenix climbed on her furry companion's side. She kept herself snug in his warm fur, watching over him in case anyone or anything were to come by to try and attack.
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