Playmates

"Well, adopted means." Sparky searched his mind for a good definition of the word. Though the fact that his friend didn't know what it meant surprised him, but it was understandable, his friend had probably never had to hear the word before and to be quite honest Sparky only knew the word in one tense and that was in family. So he decided he would do his best to explain its meaning to his friend. "It means, not actual but not fake, like if someone were left out on the streets and someone took them in as their own kid, they would be his adopted family. For me my family came to be after Cruella bought me and Pongo and Perdita saved me, I would have been on the streets if they hadn't been there." he said running through his life over and over again about how all that happened.

Now Djali understood. It was like what Esmerelda called 'her people'. They weren't her mother or father or brother or sister or anything like that, but they were just as important to her. Like really really really good friends. Friends that you cared about. Esmerelda was Djali's 'adopted' family, along with Clopin, Zephyr, Achilles, Garner, and, as much as he was reluctant to say so, Feeble--AKA Phoebus.

"Oh, I get it." Djali nodded his head, earring bobbing with it like a yo-yo. A question came to him. "Who's Cruella?" He'd seen animals bought by humans before, but usually they had the animal's best interest at heart. Unless you we a chicken. Or a pig. Or sometimes a cow. But as far as the little goat knew, nobody ate dogs. So why would he need to be rescued from the human that bought him?

"Huh, only satin on earth. She is an awful lady that practically worships any animal skins, including Dalmatian skin, she planned skinning us and making us into fashion accessories 'n stuff. So she went around all the pet stores in London and bought me, please don't ask what it was like there, ill tell you it was terrible except for the food. She took me back to her house where she had hundreds of Dalmatians, well to be exact 99, where she planned on taking our coats. But then as I said before Pongo an Perdita saved all of us and they have been my family since, though Im just happy she's on the human villains team" he said letting his voice grow to a deep growl at the mention of Cruella. He more than despised the women. He wished he could rip her guts out for all the trouble she caused his family. His stomach began to growl out of hunger, but he knew that they were close to Rolly's stash.

Djali had twisted his head to stare at Sparky once the little pup got into the story. Wow. That was rough. Djali had lived his whole life as one, big, breath-catching, suspenseful experience, but getting kidnapped and nearly skinned sounded really traumatic, even for the adventure-lived goat.

His stomach responded to Sparky's with a rumble. "Sorry," he said cocking his head.

"So your momma and dad, are they here? P-Pongo," The kid stumbled over the unfamiliar names, "and Perdi--whoever?"

The sound of his friend voice snapped him out of his growling trance, "Yeah, there still around luckily," he said thinking of his parent for a split second then his hunger interrupted his thoughts again. He saw a large overhang of stone just peeking its way over the tall grass. Rolly's stash, Yes!

"Were here," Sparky said looking to diverge the conversation away from both of their pasts. He ran over to the large over hang into a wide open area of downtrodden grass. "Over here," he motioned for his furry friend to follow. He walked leisurely over to the cliff where he began climbing through a hole that, if he had calculated right, would also fit his friend. He could smell the sweet scent of food from the other side!

(OOC: Crud, I posted as Ronno! Guh, I have gotta stop doing that.)

Djali smiled and swept his tongue around his mouth. "Mmm!" He was vegetarian, as long as he knew whatever was eating was meat, but he was pretty sure whatever was in this stash would hit the spot. If there was one thing that could cheer him up, it was food!

Nt wanting to be left behind in the big empty Grasslands by himself, the little goat slid his front end into the hole, and, after wriggling his shoulders, squirmed in behind Sparky.

"My I present to you, Rolly's stash!" Sparky said gesturing to a large pile of food in the hollowed out rock, it used to be completely solid until him and a few other pups helped Rolly clear it out and built the dirt wall around the outside. As far as Sparky could tell as he walked toward the pile and grabbed a good sized bone, Rolly or someone had been in here recently. He tasted the bone, it was delicious in his empty stomach and it felt good to rest his leg, he looked over the wound and then turned back to his friend. "There are some greens on the far side, or I could get'ya something else, but either way your welcome to have whatever you like. I'll come and replace it later."

Djali barely heard the pup's last bit of sentence. He was too busy munching up a storm at the greens in the corner. The young goat didn't know what puppies would want this type of food for, but he guessed that he wasn't the first friend to be brought here.

It was cool and out of the sun in this stash place, and Djali was altogether comfortable. He had basically forgotten about the reason they'd come out here in the first place--all thoughts outside of food tended to leave his head when he was hungry.

The way his friend dove into the pile of food made Sparky laugh so hard he almost choked on his bone. "Dam, man seems like you haven't eat in ages," he said walking over to the pile to select some dog food and, because he was curious what it tasted like, a handful of greens and went back to where he was sitting. He took a mouthful of them and immediately spit them back out in a loud, gaging noise as he did so, "Man, how can you eat that stuff."

The little goat's head was buried up to the horns in the pile of greens, which was quickly getting smaller as he gobbled. But Djali lifted his head and swallowed long enough to answer his friend's apparent disgust with the snack. "Same way you c'n eat...dead stuff."

He gave a little shudder and stuck his tongue out comically to show what he thought of the bones before going back to his munching.

"Ha, to shay," Sparky said, using his claw to pry open a can of gravy and chow branded dog food and chowed down muzzle deep into it until the can was empty and he dossed it aside. He walked to the corner where he found a pup sized backpack he filled it with greens and dog food and made sure it was weighed evenly then slipped it on. "Ready to go bud," Sparky said taking a small patch of leaves from the bag and waved it in front of him in a hypnotizing motion, "follow the leaves," he said slowly backing out of the room.

Djali smiled and played along. This was sort of like performing with Clopin or Esmerelda. He pretended to be in a trance, which wasn't hard, because his nose was in the perfect position to smell the scent of the greens the puppy held in that bag in his mouth. Sparky was also wearing some kind of saddle bag made for puppies, it appeared. Djali had seen horses wear saddle bags, like Achilles, Phoebus's horse, but this one was slightly different. It almost looked too big on his friend. Eager to start on the htraining trip now that his stomach was full, and excited that they had snacks for the road in case he got hungry again, the little goat clopped after the Dalmatian puppy out of Rolly's stash.

Once Sparky was out of the cave he stopped and surveyed the miles of grassland before him. Something didn't feel right. Sparky though it maybe was just him catching a breeze that gave him a chill that made his mind snap to alert, he licked his shoulder and felt around, there was no breeze. Now Sparky was getting worried and he wondered if is friend could feel this to. "Hey Djali, you feel something off here," he said backing toward the cave again.