Post by a mysterious person on Apr 27, 2007 17:35:30 GMT -5
J U P I T E R
It was the peak of dullness in the city. All through the day this place was full of life and action, which only increased when night fell. But by this time, most humans were asleep, for work did not start for some hours and it was the time when even the very late sleepers could not stay awake any longer. The sun light beamed faintly through the horizon of towering buildings, their peaks stabbing the blanket of low, grey clouds that hung over the city that early morning. Despite this, the temperature was reasonable, so he didn't doubt that this day could grow to be just as annoyingly warm as the last. But right now, things were perfect. The humans weren't about (it was even to early for joggers), and the sun hadn't risen. His favorite time.
Long slender legs stood firmly planted in the jungle of un-mown grass, whipping against his lower calves as the morning breeze went dancing through their blades. Deep, dark eyes were fixed upon the area before him, free of all obstacles. The grass was mown and there was not a twig in the whole vicinity. He had a real fixation with open spaces like this one. A slight, though barely visible smirk was present on his sharp, narrow muzzle. In a flash, with no warning, he shot forward, haunches launching him ahead at dazzling speed. Jupiter was still young and full of energy; he simply could not restrain himself. He zoomed through the center of the large circle of space, tongue lazily lolling from his parted jaws, lean legs hardly touching the ground at times. And as it seemed he would run straight off the oval, he made a sharp turn, swinging his torso to the left and continuing to bolt ahead, muscles rippling beneath his shiny, dense brindle coat.
He continued like this, racing around in endless circles. He loved the adrenalin; he loved feeling his entire torso vibrate with each beat of his heart. He lived on such things. He would run until he was in pain, and then he would push himself to continue. Unless, of course, he was distracted by something.
Long slender legs stood firmly planted in the jungle of un-mown grass, whipping against his lower calves as the morning breeze went dancing through their blades. Deep, dark eyes were fixed upon the area before him, free of all obstacles. The grass was mown and there was not a twig in the whole vicinity. He had a real fixation with open spaces like this one. A slight, though barely visible smirk was present on his sharp, narrow muzzle. In a flash, with no warning, he shot forward, haunches launching him ahead at dazzling speed. Jupiter was still young and full of energy; he simply could not restrain himself. He zoomed through the center of the large circle of space, tongue lazily lolling from his parted jaws, lean legs hardly touching the ground at times. And as it seemed he would run straight off the oval, he made a sharp turn, swinging his torso to the left and continuing to bolt ahead, muscles rippling beneath his shiny, dense brindle coat.
He continued like this, racing around in endless circles. He loved the adrenalin; he loved feeling his entire torso vibrate with each beat of his heart. He lived on such things. He would run until he was in pain, and then he would push himself to continue. Unless, of course, he was distracted by something.