Post by sonjanine on Nov 15, 2009 6:40:51 GMT -5
It was night as the Cane Corso made his place for the night. This was his turf or more this was where his pack lived. He had not introduced himself yet and he was not intending to either. He did not like them. Growling he made his place to rest as his body stayed tense to every single sound that there was. Chakotay was and always stayed a guard dog and a fighter at that. He did not like the soft ways and he did not like humans. They had trained him yes but in the end he had been the winner. He had killed what was suppose to be his master. No he had no master and he would never have one.
The scars on his body told most of his story as well as what his character was like. His light brown almost yellow looking eyes told his willingness to fight and he was. Chakotay was never one to talk first, if a dog approached him they better talk fast because he would start the fight before listening. There was only one dog in this terrain that might escape this. The leader but he had never met him and the scent of this dog was faint. A squirrel that dared coming closer was grabbed and snapped in two before thrown against the bushes.
Laying down Chakotay became even more restless. He never was calm and he decided to rise again. Passing back and forth every single sound around him ceased to be heard. The only sound was the growling of Chakotay. He did not like it here. He did not like it anywhere. Laying down again for a moment his head keped high. He listened. Every sound was the enemie. They could be no different as he had no friends