08-07-2019, 02:09 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: verdana;"]The wild was much different from the neighborhood. There seemed to be pros and cons to both, even if Bentley's old friends from back in the neighborhood only ever thought negative things about the world outside of a comfortable and warm house. Although it was nice to be inside of a den, where food and comfort was always guaranteed and one was never required to take care of themselves, things had gone sour inside of the border collie's old dwelling.
Bentley had lived with an older man. It had just been him and his human, and they had spent a lot of time together going on walks and exploring the woods both nearby and in far off places. But things had started to change. The man had started going out more often and bringing home younger women, some of which Bentley had begun to recognize after their repeated appearances. It seemed like his human no longer had time or interest for the border collie, and the women he'd bring home were certainly not a fan of the fluffy and energetic dog either.
It had been the final straw for Bentley when one of the women had gotten angry at him for begging for food and quite literally threw him outside as the old man had sat idly by and watched. The border collie wasted no time. It took little to no effort for him to jump and fence and escape the large backyard. Who the hell put a low wire fence up when they had a herding dog anyways? Bentley ran like hell, darting through the trees surrounding the property with no real destination in mind.
It had been weeks since then, and the canine had been wandering, walking several miles every day. At first it had been hard to interact with the wild creatures he'd come across- mostly merchants and old loners- and it had been even more difficult to learn how to gather resources for himself. Although he was a fast learner, the stories of feral groups living and fighting together lingered in the back of his mind. Perhaps joining one didn't seem like such a bad idea after all.
This day had been like any other. Bentley trekked out through the foliage, no direction or idea of destination in mind. Though the more he wandered, the more he caught a pungent scent, drawing him foreward in intrigue and curiosity. And suddenly, he had emerged from the jungle, paws sinking instead into hot sand. He blinked in his confusion, tipping his head to the side and taking in the scene in front of him. The bright blue waters and the large volcanic island were beautiful! He was intrigued, drawn forth to explore by its presence alone. He moved on, headed towards one of the land bridges, but little did he know, the island was more than barely inhabited.
Bentley had lived with an older man. It had just been him and his human, and they had spent a lot of time together going on walks and exploring the woods both nearby and in far off places. But things had started to change. The man had started going out more often and bringing home younger women, some of which Bentley had begun to recognize after their repeated appearances. It seemed like his human no longer had time or interest for the border collie, and the women he'd bring home were certainly not a fan of the fluffy and energetic dog either.
It had been the final straw for Bentley when one of the women had gotten angry at him for begging for food and quite literally threw him outside as the old man had sat idly by and watched. The border collie wasted no time. It took little to no effort for him to jump and fence and escape the large backyard. Who the hell put a low wire fence up when they had a herding dog anyways? Bentley ran like hell, darting through the trees surrounding the property with no real destination in mind.
It had been weeks since then, and the canine had been wandering, walking several miles every day. At first it had been hard to interact with the wild creatures he'd come across- mostly merchants and old loners- and it had been even more difficult to learn how to gather resources for himself. Although he was a fast learner, the stories of feral groups living and fighting together lingered in the back of his mind. Perhaps joining one didn't seem like such a bad idea after all.
This day had been like any other. Bentley trekked out through the foliage, no direction or idea of destination in mind. Though the more he wandered, the more he caught a pungent scent, drawing him foreward in intrigue and curiosity. And suddenly, he had emerged from the jungle, paws sinking instead into hot sand. He blinked in his confusion, tipping his head to the side and taking in the scene in front of him. The bright blue waters and the large volcanic island were beautiful! He was intrigued, drawn forth to explore by its presence alone. He moved on, headed towards one of the land bridges, but little did he know, the island was more than barely inhabited.
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