Back roads [AW] :]

[Ghost]

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Scruffy looking Female with grey moon filled eyes walked down an alley her ears been cut as one was lame she had a square like head and a astonishing body that would make a show dog sneer in envy. Her legs were long, obviously a runner as her fur was grey and ghostly with a sort of morbid aurora around it that reflected in the blinking streetlights. The females eyes looked left and right, finally getting a sense of relief she fell down into a puddle and sighed body aching spine tingling her ears let down as she closed her eyes and began to doze off.

[Zenoah]

His sleek black body was like a shadow as he came up to the fallen canine. He sat before her, his tail curling around him. He was'nt scared of any dog, for this feline was a born and bread stray, and a dog was just either a friend or foe, once you got to know them.
His whiskers twitched as he spoke.

"Do you need asistance?" He asked.

[Ghost]

The no name dog laid there. Feeling a presence of some sort the dogs rainy eyes snapped wide open, as so did her reflexes. The large dog leaned forward with her body, which wasn’t very far not even enough to reach the ink black cat. As then followed by giant ‘snap!’ was heard from her ferocious jaws echoing through the alley. Her head then fell to the ground with a thump as she soon came to her senses.
“hmm? Oh hello there” Replied the ghost dog. “Where did you come from my feline friend, are you lost?” Her rainy eyes watched the cat, her view was a bit cloudy since the corners of her eyes were filled with ashes.

[Zenoah]

He shook his head.
"I was born in this city, thus I know these streets by heart. Thou are you lost by any chance?" He asked in return, wanting to know this poor canines situation and story.

[Ghost]

"Me lost?” The dog looked around as she saw tipped over dumpsters puddles lines of cloths hanging from between buildings fir escapes that looked like they’d fall apart at any moment and muddy red brick buildings that were quite high.
“Well…..it appears I am…..though then again I'm not going any where in particular....” She said as the white dog began to lift up to her feet making her self look not at worthless than she appears. She rolled her shoulders and stretched her back, sounds of paps and cracks followed.
“Much better.” She said turning around in a circle then sitting back down. “…so were am I?” She asked, looking down at the black cat while her long bushy tail with a patch of hairs missing began to sweep the ground.

[Zenoah]

"The back roads of New Orlenes." He said, looking up at her. "Are you from Louisiana or elsewhere?"

[Ghost]

"New Orleans eh?? That has such a nice ring to it." She said with a smile. "No, I'm not from here.......but where I came from doesn’t really matter, for it's not where you come from it's where you’re going that counts.....though I don't suppose that applies to a vagabond such as myself." She stated with a wile grin on her face,

[Zenoah]

His tail flicked at the sound of her saying. It had a wonderfull ring to it.
"You have a good point there." He told her. He licked his paw and groomed his face.

"Can I get you anything to eat?" He asked.

[Ghost]

The dog merly shrudged. "If you must." She said paying no attention to the reaction of his tail.

[Zenoah]

He held up a paw.

"Wait here a sec then." With that, he rushed off, returning a few moments later with some fish.
Apparently he was a local faveorite at the fish monger and recived free kibbles now and then.

"If this is'nt to your likeing I can find something else." He said, dropping the fish.

[Ghost]

The ghost dog merely smiled. " Well, it's the thought that counts." She stated as she bent down slowly and sniffed it then took a bite. Seeing it was all right the dog gave out on it's legs and, fell back onto the ground. "So.....what's a sophisticated cat like you doing helping a mutt like me?" She asked curiously raising a brow. "I know it's rude to ask about someone’s past, after all we all have in a way the same sob stories, just explained differently." She said taking another bite.

[Zenoah]

He gave a wry smile at the compliment.
"I was born on the streets." He told her. "I've adapted to the harshness this city has to bare." He looked at her. "How'd you get all the way out here?" He asked her.

[Ghost]

She paused and shivered wondering what to say. “Well...I’m not quite sure, I’ve been following a scent....and trying to prove a theory…” She did not look at anything only the half eaten fish. The dog thought for a while. “…I guess you can say I’m going wherever the fates take me…” She said looking at him with a smile.

[Zenoah]

He gave her a felineic smile.
"Then let fate guide you to where you need to be." He stood up. "I have a feeling you'll find where you need to be in no time."

[Ghost]

"Thanks." She merely said while returning the smile.