rusted minds // Athena

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There was a light drizzle when Eleanor entered the junkyard. She had managed to enter unsighted by the humans who were in charge. Grinning proudly, she examined the area with curiosity. Ellie had not been to the junkyard before, but she had heard it was a great place to scavenge for any leftover food. It was also a great place to find shelter from the rain that was dampening her fur. Rusted cars surrounded the Bernese Mountain Dog as she ambled along, sniffing around for a bit of food. The stench of the scrap yard was revolting, but Ellie tried to keep her chin up and not be dwell on it. She was a stray now, meaning she had to live off this stuff.

Sighing, Ellie stopped at a car and jumped onto the bonnet. The windscreen had been smashed in, giving Eleanor an easy way to jump into the front seat. She was careful to avoid the sharp shards of glass that littered the seats as she weaved her way into the back of the car. The rain pitter-pattered on the roof of the car, which was lulling. Sighing, Ellie lay down on the leather seat, resting her head in her paws. It was not a cold day, but there was a slight chill in the air. Ellie's thick coat protected her from any cold weather, however.

As the rain continued to fall, she closed her eyes, drifting into a light sleep.

tags: @athena wow, sorry it's a bit of a crappy short intro, sorry!

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The junkyard has always felt somewhat like a home to the coyote. It was old, alone, and well almost kind of eerie. As the rain began to patter down against his thin spiky fur, he felt a pang of annoyance. His coat was thin, nothing to keep him warm in this kind of weather. His ears pinned back and he plopped himself on a pile of rubble. As the thunder rang out, he lifted his head to the sky, echoing the boom with a loud, eerie, high-pitched howl - as though he were singing along with the rain. But, it was anything but a comforting sound, he was here on a mission - a mission to scare the hell out of whom ever was lurking. The rain had washed away most scents, but he was able to sniff out a female dog that had recently passed by. So recent that the rain hadn't affected it too much. So he slunk low. His damp, sand colored pelt was now brown, looking as rusty as teh cars around him.

It was a good sense of camouflage. He finally spotted her, relaxing in a old car with the windshield smashed in. She seemed cozy - almost like she was sleeping. It took him a few moments to realize she was. If she hadn't heard the first howl, well this would be less fun...But, nonetheless, fun. Creeping just behind the car and out of her view, he crouched but lifted his head, letting out another howl into the sky. Most canines were scared of a coyotes howl. Most lived in large packs and were nasty to fight. For all this dog knew, he was summoning his, planning her demise. But of course, it was all just a came that this coyote was always so happy to play. Creeping to the door, he slid himself under the car, letting out a couple more yaps and howls, waiting for the dog inside to lose whatever sanity she had left.

Words: 331 Tags: [ Picasso ] Notes: No biggy ,I'm really late and this is short as well. c: