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/i wrote more than i meant to ahhh sorry xc
your name is darby, and you've given up your street life for one in the countryside.
to make a long story short, living in the city was becoming a bit of a hassle after the humans started going all wacko. besides, you're twelve months old now, and you figure it's about time to shape up and settle down some. the hard life you've been living is starting to be more harm than it's worth.
for starters, food is hard to come by. you'd be extremely lucky if a fat rat or an extremely unlucky pidgeon crossed paths with you. normally, you have to scrounge the sidewalks and dig through the sun-scorched, fly-ridden garbage bags that tend to pile up until tuesday. tuesday's trash day, where that huge green truck comes and gobbles up all of the trash, zooming off just as fast at it came -- which, pointedly, is incredibly slow. you'd always sort of wondered where exactly that glorious truck takes all that crap, and if it's better than the city. heh, you doubt it, if there's trash everywhere. that strikes out one of your options. so much for taking the dump truck out of here.
for water, you have to either wait until it rains, beg for a handout, or just do without it. occasionally, the homeless person here and there might pour you a dish, but that's no way to live, for crying out loud!
plus, the city just stinks. no, it reeks. the car fumes, the garbage, the various mystery fluids that trickle down the roads.. it's seriously gross. you've been needing a change of scenery, and you heard of a place, just off the interstate, where the land flows with milk and honey. not literally, but any place must be better than here, you figure. a passing cat told you the way to go, to follow the north star through the woods, and that's just what you've done.
it's taken you a day and half, but you finally have made the assumption that you might be in the right place. the air here is so much clearer, and you can smell flowers, honeysuckle.. actually enjoyable smells. morning dew on the grass -- real, tall grass! -- and the cricketsong accompanied by the fleeting calls of numerous birds... woah. this is a lot to take in. you're pretty disoriented from the travel alone, but this..
you have no idea that you've stumbled upon said place's borders, although you can definititely sense a mass multitude of other animals close by.
you kinda hope that they're friendly, but at the same time, you're prepared to defend yourself if they try anything.
" yo, anyone around? name's darby.. uhh, helloooo? " you bark pretty cluelessly, in your usual drawl. you rear up onto your hind legs, struggling to see over the grass but failing quite miserably. you're only a border collie, after all, and quite the looker where you come from. your eyes practically scream "i'm trouble", and they're the color of liquid gold. your dainty paws and flowy tail seem as though they were delicately dipped in white paint. your muzzle and underbelly are also white, with black speckles here and there. the rest of you is a deep charcoal black, your fur medium in length. there's a certain swish to your walk, too. your ears, half-flopped, perk up as you hear a rustle somewhere ahead of you.
anyway, you don't know what to expect from these animals. they could be aliens, for all you know. you've never seen life outside past tall concrete buildings.