The brindle female skirted along the side of the streets, keeping to the walkways and avoiding any other dogs. There was an ache in her a belly, a need to be desired and a craving to be fulfilled but Charlemagne, for those few days, was afraid of it. She had an inkling of what it was, but she barely understood it. Her mother had never been there long enough to explain it to her and her isolation did not fare well with her underdeveloped instincts. This animistic behavior, this need to procreate was unusual to her and all Charlemagne could think of was to avoid males. As well as find shelter in this drenching rain. It was a light shower, but nevertheless she was beginning to grow sick of it and yearned for a roof over her head. But Cairoco City was an unrelenting town, there were never any kind hands to take her nor any sweet voices to comfort. She had to find her own way in this world. That at least, the female had the comfort of possessing.

Skimming across the city as darkness fell, she wandered aimlessly before recognizing the dim landmarks that led her to a place where her mother often talked about. The subway. It was obvious that Charlemagne was not perfectly familiar with the city, she'd spent most of her time by the sea until her mother disappeared off on her own. The only other family member she knew of was her grandfather, but that dog was a distant memory that not even an image was attached to. Flicking her tail as she successfully found the stairs, she carefully tottered down them. Wary eyes casted upon the faintly lighted area found comfort in the loneliness of the place, there were no other living beings well at least no humans. Lifting her nose to the air, she gave a quaint sniff before shaking her coat free of the damp droplets of water. Almost like dew on a leave, the water trickled down the stripes along her bronze pelt. A defiant wave of her tail offered the female some confidence in her new found shelter, energy washing over like a wave from the sea. A sadness wafted into her, she had come to the city to explore but was met with bad weather. If this had been the sea, Charlemagne could have easily dealt with it. But here in the city, even the rain had a sense of pollution in it and dragged her down as did the dreariness of the town.

The brindle female, a few years of age, craved something familiar. Be it a face she had not seen for a while or even the crunch of beach pebbles beneath her pads. Charlemagne desperately wanted something, something warm and something good. She had lived her life as exciting as she could, but it was a life as a beach flea. Nothing more. Perhaps after this, Charlemagne would search out a human. She had found that these two legged creatures were far kinder then any dogs, well then again. Those were the ones she had witnessed on the beach, walking and romping around with their dogs. In this city, the people turned a cold shoulder to a stray. With a long exhale, she decided that tomorrow. Charlemagne would try to find someone to take her home, someone to love her. Anybody to even care a little for her. She was simply too tired, too bored with this life. If she were lucky, it'd be someone on a boat.

Moving forward, she glanced around to seek out some shelter but found none in this particular area. A flickering subway light tempted her further and she obeyed, eagerly plodding down with her heavy but slender structure stretching. Exercise had not been plentiful this day, so it was an welcoming workout to even move openly in the subway. A red figure lay, curled beneath two payphones and for a moment, Charlemagne considered moving on. But something bothered her, the dog reminded her of something but the doubt in her mind, the doubt that she'd ever meet anyone who stuck in her mind remained. However with a sniff, she prodded the courage in her and slowly stepped toward the dog. Tilting her head, she gazed for a moment before exclaiming. "Cash! Long time no see!" She recognized the fellow from the one instance they had met, when he had comforted her after a seagull had tried to steal away her meal with a battering wing. A smile crossed her pretty face, a mask to ignore that needy desire in her belly for a male like him to fill her with enough heat to dry her coat from the rain.

ooc: haha just assuming they know each other well from that one thread we had. haha. xD

Taking a step back, the brindle female shook her coat for a brief and light moment before returning to her upright posture. She'd forgotten to rustle her fur to dry her stripes and had did so out of comfort for herself, as well as to appear a little more well kept for Cash. Her ears were flung forward and her face was bright, even hopeful she had to admit. Excitement thrilled her as his eyes fluttered open, his brilliant gaze dusting onto her with a sweep of his face. A smile emerged, almost too quickly for a dog that she had not seen for so long. It seemed almost preplanned, almost as if he had a reason to be so friendly. But Charlemagne dismissed it, believing that she become such a downer on herself that even these doubts were surfacing. She flicked her tail and moved forward as the husky-structure canine heaved himself onto his paws, before sitting back down. She was beating back every bit of pessimism in her as well as resisting her delight at having finally found a friend in this dull world. And one so handsome as well.

His charming voice seemed to quicken the drumming of her heart. “Hey there Char, it’s been a while. You’ve become quite pretty even more than before,” It was very unladylike of her, but being raised by a woman that was rather pirate-like herself. Charlemagne bursted into laughter, snorting at the thought of herself as a beauty. Retorting in a friendly way, she replied "Hardly Cash. Although I must say the times have dun' you well." Her heaving giggles settled back into a refreshed smile, that brisk joy had left her feeling much better then she had in this dreary weather. Suddenly the auburn husky reached toward her, nudging her face before retreating. Awed but rather pleased at such a gesture, Charlemagne ducked her head and smiled as if to beckon a shy, awkward moment. But obvious, Cash's confidence would not permit that moment. His exhale was followed by a “I’m sorry that probably sounded like I was hitting on you. I’ve always been fond of you, you know,”. Tenderly, she tilted her head and stepped toward him before lowering her haunches onto the cold concrete.

"Naw, dear. It ain't nothing. I'm just not used to that sort of thing. But thanks, I've never been charmed by such a looker." Flicking her ears back, she seemed content with the way the conversation when suddenly he stood up. Wary, but pressuring herself to relax. Her brindle fur stood on end, watching him as he arrived by her shoulder and reached onto her neck. His touch sent fringes of excitement through her, but she restrained herself. Expecting him to move, she leaned toward him but was surprised to find Cash still there. He spoke, “So, I’m sure you’ve got a guy to celebrate this spring with. How could you not,” Chuckling, she threw her head off to the side but stayed near him, just in case. Glancing toward him, Charlemagne calmed and replied coyly. "Well, I did see this one guy. But I'm wondering if he's up for the party?" Grinning, the brindle female knew that she could smell his lust that coated him like a thick blanket. That and there seemed to be some sort of hidden intention in him, and besides it was hard for her to keep herself so uptight. She needed that freedom, that release and that heat. Oh, that heat. Picking herself up, she brushed her short stripes against his warm thick coat and waited for his reactions. Her teal eyes begged, "bring the heat, baby."

ooc: teheh