Post by Aldo on Sept 11, 2024 20:07:26 GMT -7
 if I only could I'd make a deal with god, I'd get him to swap our places Previously his mind had been solely on what may have become of his master. Others had noted that they too had been abandoned from seemingly loving homes with little to no idea as to why. What could it have been? Aldo had never once before been berated for his guarding behaviors. In fact, his master would often praise him for driving off loiterers and canvassers from the property. So what could have been the reason to leave him in this dreadful place? The questions would have to wait. Only moments before the world had been shaking beneath his paws, cracking and breaking apart at the seams. The ceiling had collapsed and many had been crushed beneath the weight of their own prison bars. Yet others had survived. While some of those who had made it out unscathed had bolted for the hills, Aldo knew his place was here amongst the injured and trapped. His pointed, cropped ears ticked this way and that, picking up whimpers and cries from those buried in the rubble. Picking a direction and sticking with it, he made his way over to a pile of rocks and debris and began digging away at it. His claws had become dull from his constant pacing upon the concrete floors and his pads tore from the jagged stones he threw away. A large chunk of cement shifted above him. Startled, he took a step back from his task and glanced around at the chaos. "Hey, you over there!" he called to another canine that stood a short distance from himself. "Could you give me a paw over here? I can hold this piece up if you can dig." Though he was a large and strong canine, Aldo was clever enough to know that if he kept digging alone he would have that piece of concrete come crashing down on his own head. He was no help to anyone else if he was dead. i act | "i speak" | 'i think' |
