Hartford Dump

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The Hartford Dump is tucked away, far away from the richer denizens of the suburb. Out of sight out of mind, right? This large dump has grown in size over the years, and not much has been done to regulate or clean any of the land up. Large 'monsters' are used by Twolegs to move around the trash into large piles, but there's still trash almost everywhere. For the strays of Hartford, this is the most wanted land for scavenging and it's very competitive to find food to survive. The Twolegs that do come around here are never friendly, and neither are the dogs for that matter. When night falls there is almost no lighting, so the place becomes unsettling and creepy.

She let out a foul burp and looked around the darkened night, hearing foot steps she appeared close to raj like a night ghost. she watched as he passed into the void and gave a growl. "now those pathetic pack dogs are going to blame me for his death". she looked sorrowfully at her comfortable burrow that she had made before she grabbed the large dog by the scruff and dragged him away. she began digging under a bush determined to get rid of the body. soon the dogs body was gone and she was besmirched in dirt. shaking herself she began tracking his scent. she wanted to figure out what had killed the healthy brute.
-shopping district

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Returning from her little excursion the large dane returned home panting, her mouth turned up in a smile. she enjoyed running about. shaking the dampness off her pelt for she had run through several sprinklers her mind turned to its cheif thought of foraging. since she was so big she needed a lot of food to conintue functioning..

Nightingale looked up at the sound of a can and a low growl rumbled in her chest, her black nose scented flick and she grunted. she shook out her black short pelt and walked over to the white dog and said from the shadows "what are you doing here Flick". her voice wasnt meanacing nor was it friendly. it was simply neutral, if you believed her tone you would think that he meant nothing to her. was that the case? nightingale didnt even know herself.

She shrugged, his temper tantrum hadnt really influenced her much to say the least. Her brown eyes watched him with veiled curiosity. she said "i can tell" as usuall her tone was icy, renowened as a porcupine she was normally on her own. she wasnt sure what irony he was meaning but she let it sail over her head metaphorically. her whipcord tail was in a relaxed position as was her stance. her tapered elf like ears were perked and listening to the other dogs repsiration and speech. She noticed his softened look as he looked at her and felt the fur on her shoulders bristle a little. the tip of her tail twitched irritably before she stilled it, forcing her fur to lie down. her Face showed nothing of the internal agitation within the large shadowy female.

"i never said you had to leave, unlike most canines you arent a particuarly annoyingmongerel that i want to tear the throat out of" she stated, lifting her head up as he talked she said "my framework dose require generous portions of food so i am often forced to graze away all day like a cow" her face was impassive as she talked to the smaller white dog. Elfin ears twitching as she heard birdsong she said"where did you have in mind" her white tipped toes grippedthe garbage to keep her balance. thin for a Great dane she looked well fed for a stray.

She stood and said "i know a good spot" she turned and lead the way over the mountain of trash, rats and seagulls were allover the place and nightingale sometimes hunted them for a bit of sport. she slid down one of the bigger piles and began digging in a spot that smelt like she had buried something there, she unearthed a chicken carcass and a pig carcass. she said "i know a local butcher" as a matter of explanation.

She shrugged "i help him out with theives sometimes" she dug into the cleanly picked over pig carcass, and began chewing on a bone. she lay down on a cleaner bit of trash and anchored the bloodied bone between two forepaws and really got stuck into it. she inclined an ear inviting him to join in as well.

Nightingale was glad that it wasnt maggot ridden, it was only a week old so to her it was a pretty good meal. she tucked in hungrily, glad that she couldnt blush as she made several well what would be considered rudenoises. she sternly reminded herselfnot to care of this white dogs opinions and continued eating. her brown eyes staring at the carcass. the silence soft and comfortable.

She lifted her head and tilted her ears back a little, a slightly shocked expressionon her face. she snorted and said dryly "now i see why you are single" her sarcasam evident as she continued eating ignoring his loud eating. her black pelt contrasting with her white paws.

Nightingale blinked her brown eyes then having finished her meal she began digging in the trash working to build a deep enough hole to bury the carcass, once she had buried it she shook out her short coat and twitched her peaked ears. waiting for the white shepard to tell her what was so funny.

She twitched her ears back uneasy and stood stretching replying dryly "since you have obviously taken leave of your scenses i think i might retire for the evening" with a elegance befitting a queen. her paws were set down neatly and rhytmically. slipping down one of the steeper rubbish slopes she found the bushes that hid her underground lair and laydown beside it.

Mulling over his words she said slowly "I never said you had to go, i was meaning that i had finished with my dinner and i was coming down to rest". she blinked at the pitiful look he gave her as she moved away and sighed slightly irritably. "come and join me if you want", she paused then said "i was also teasing you when i had said that you had taken leave of your sences". she restedher head down between her paws and allowed her whip cord tail to give a slight wag.

she woke up on the morning stretched out on her side, she lifted her head smacking her chops together. she puffed out her belly like a balloon then got up rather unsteadily. looking at the white male who called himself flick she tilted her head. tapered ears flicking and registering scents. she said "wakey wakey sleeping beauty"