{ we're never gonna survive | Holt. }

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no, we're never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy..
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In a church by the face
He talks about the people going under
Only child knows...

A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for, is to unlock the door,
While those around him criticize and sleep...
And through a fractal on a breaking wall,
I see you my friend and touch your face again,
Miracles will happen as we dream

The asphalt was steaming near Basset. The dog was leaving her ghetto home behind her for a while. For once, her male party was no where to be found. The grass felt good on the pads of her paws. Her tort revealed her dominance, for she was an alpha female in the badder side of Basset. It was nothing earned, however. Her mother had also been a beautiful alpha dog. It was more of a divine right, though the ghetto dog was very, very street savvy, mind you.

Her step sent shivvers up any who watched her. It was like a dance, the way she walked. Her head bobbed with confidence, a wry smirk labeling her with high confidence. She was a lean dog with nimble feet, and a swift, true run. She could escape just about anything that attempted to pursue her.

Squirrels scampered around the earthy floors beneath her, paws scraping up against the dirt that felt cool to her pads. She let a contented sigh from her nostrils. Suddenly, a foreign scent came to her. She sun around with ease on her heels, wandering who was there to spy upon her. Seeing no one, she became a bit nervous.

Her pace became faster. Her limbs flew in a blur as she sprinted about a quarter of a mile, dodging around the many trees. She smiled, forgettign her fear and slowing a bit, rearing her head back as she grinned, taking in the breeze and fresh air that had been taken away from Basset due to gglobal warming and pollution that was in every big city nowadays. She let her slow canter-like step of grace continue, enjoying every moment of her run.

But we're never gonna survive unless
We get a little crazy
No we're never gonna survive unless
We are a little...

Crazy yellow people walking through my head.
One of them's got a gun, shoot the other one.
And yet together they were friends at school
Ohh, get it, get it, get it, no no no!
If I were there when we first took the pill,
Then maybe, then maybe, then maybe, then maybe...
Miracles will happen as we speak.
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[Holt]

Holt strode into the range of mountains with no clear purpose in mind. He was just out for a nice run. Rolling his eyes, he threw his jacket at the base of the trail marker, knowing that it was still awhile till the cold truly broke in. Jumping up and down before, he then leapt forward, pumping through the winding trail that led through the mountains. The scenery was amazing, but Holt had grown up around and thus had ceased to amaze him. What he couldn't wait for was the first hard snow. Then he could brake out the sled and harnesses he'd made and attach some dogs too it. He couldn't wait to make a team. The new life that awaited all of them would suit him perfectly.

Slowing to a stop as he approached a femora that was like-wise enjoying the run. Watching her curiously with cool, conquering eyes, he smiled. A perfect sled dog it appeared to him. Her fur was an amazing clash of silver and white and she walked with a calm confidence. She had to be respected among the strays. Kneeling, he watched her. He didn't know whether to call out to her, or approach her as an alpha would. Deciding on the latter, he stood and whistled, moving forward at a brisk pace. He would see what the fem thought of him acting like her boss.

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The fem stepped with a cool confidence as stated before, her head held high and tail pricked straight out in a dominant manner. Paws were lifted and hit the ground at a steady beat as she paced herself, running with the speed and strength of a wolf, if perhaps slightly less than that, but only so it was noticable she was a dog, a mere descendent of the great, legendary creatures that would, without a doubt, make their appearances once more in the city one it was abandoned and covered in 'the cold' as many dogs called it, better known as snow to the human race. She'd show them all she could survive. She was an alpha. She was strong. She could lead an entire pack if given the chance, even. She didn't live in the wilderness, however, and packs just weren't there for her. She was street savvy dog, and many believed she could do little in the wilderness and would eventually even die off in the cold. She was strong, though. She'd overcome any obstacle.

Trapped in her thoughts, she never heard the footsteps of the young man, nor did she bother to lift her nose to scent the air every now any then. She was completely zoned out. However, her ears pricked when he called to her. She spun aggressively on her heals, head lowering to a level with her shoulders as if she were readying an attack, though her straight out tail showed that she defied his superiority. The flaps covering her jaws pulled back, wrinkles distorting her facial features as a fierce, low growl rumbled inside her chest cavity in warning, ivory fangs flashing in the shifting shafts of golden sunlight that poured through the cracks between leaves of the towering trees above them.