A dog that has not much life (Open)

[-Danger-]

[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,497,table] Oh god. Has it been hours or what? I've been walking for miles and all i can think of is just fall over and sleep. Sleep forever and ever, until the day comes for my death bed. My paws scraped across the muddy desert, my canvas drying up and my lungs, acting as if they would stop. I moved my limbs farther, farther out of the land. I stopped, looking around until sitting, down, giving up. I sighed, twisting my tongue around my teeth, tasting nothing but dried up shit. My luminaries gazed out about a hundred meters out, until I saw a glimpse of water. 'Water!? Yes, water!!' I got very excited and with that, I withdrawn from my sitting position and bounded forward, my audits flopping up and down, me myself pushing my limbs faster. But sadly, I saw the water fade. It faded more out, turning into dried up dirt. I stopped and stared at the fake glimpse of water then back up to where I was heading. I knew I was far out, nobody would hear me, not even a dog. But I knew, I needed to get home, otherwise, I won't be much left for home. I panted, letting my salmon tongue slide out. I tried to sweat, but it didn't work. Nor did it help since it was warm. I stopped. I sat down and lifted my cranium, lifting my tongue to rattle against the roof of my mouth. I howled, as loud as I could, as loud as my lungs would go. I let my kidneys break, as if my howl turned into a creepy scream. What scream? Who's scream? Well all you knows is others can hear it. She smiled as she lowered her cranium, she perked her audits as she heard the echo of the howl-like scream. She fell with a thud suddenly. The heat, bursting on her. She gazed over the boiling sun, letting it burn her. She lowered her cranium aswell, lying flat, like a dead dog. She spreaded out her hinds, making it less hot to feel. Her front pedestals were pushed up against her chest, as her audits flopped over to a side. She lied there, hoping, somehow someone will come to the rescue. She knows now, if it takes an hour for that scream to echo over the land, to be followed and seeked, she would be dead. Vladik concepts the substances...