Post by Sunrise on Apr 2, 2009 20:25:42 GMT -5
A wooden crate floating in the sea, lost and gone as it continues to ride the waves away from the vessel that was once carrying it. Only, it didn't fall over, thrown over would be the proper way of putting what just happened. There's no obvious reason as to why, just one more thing humans do when they're not being watched. However, that's not nearly as important as what's inside the box, the object that needs to be lost at sea to make the working man's job complete. You can't hear the whine over the ocean waves, it's lost as much as it's owner is, cast out with little to no chance of survival. Yet, that seems to have been the whole point, to erase the existence of the creatures cowering in this fragile structure as they're forced to go wherever they're led without so much as a say in it.
The journey seems endless, from ship, to the waters, and then finally to the sandy beach that was not meant to be there. Forgotten long ago by the same people responsible for this crime of cruelty, of murder. The soaked figure that pulls itself out weakly from the now broken crate takes on the form of flesh and fur. It's a dog, three others like it laying unmoving beside the broken pieces of the crate, not being blessed with the luck of making it. Once more it attempts to make a sound, call for help though it has no clue as to where it's arrived at. This time it's plea does not go unheard, and eyes from the darkness spring up, suspicious as they inspect the thing from a good distance. This unwilling participant has found itself on a somewhat small island in a total of five, the largest in the middle with the lesser ones revolving around it as if it were the sun.
Yet, no light is offered from that shadowed place, as it lays a judging gaze on those surrounding it. The canine has found itself alive, on an island, with others like itself wondering if they should come over and welcome their new comrade. Survivors much like himself, they were cast away with the hopes that they would perish at the ever starving mouth of the waters. Each have their own story as to how they arrived, though the purpose still remains death, and the offenders one in the same. There are dreamers out in this world that hope for better things, a better tomorrow, or just another chance at life cut too short. Then we have our schemers, those responsible for tragedy, and willing to do whatever it took to see it set in motion. One believes it has power to control life, and the other understands you merely play a part. There's something bigger than us all out there, and you'll only realize it till you've seen it through their eyes.
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