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Post by WarPaint on May 3, 2018 7:02:18 GMT
Her thoughts bullied each other into submission, vying for her attention like school children. Her anxiety was a monster its own. Something that battled her for supremacy every waking moment of her life. Dharma’s mental health was the collateral damage of cruelty wrought over time. A trickling expanse further triggered by her blindness and meekness. She targeted herself, angry at how weak she was, sad at her predicament, enraged at her victim mentality.
She wore her insecurities like a plush pelt, boasting it on her sleeve to be paraded in front of others. Nearly nothing soothed her these days, and yet she had felt more comfort in the past hours than the whole of her life prior. Her soul ached but it was manageable, able to be overcome with with contentment..Contentment, a word that rolled around inside her mental cage. Foreign, but well suited to her predicament.
Dharma relaxed further into the frame of Rooster, feeling his physicality next to hers. Her bones easily traced his muscle and she thought back to her earlier youth. She had once been a vixen, a sultry image of exquisite femininity. Nostalgia touched her, she had once worn something similar to confidence. Once beautiful and desirable. And now..now she was a thinly draped pelt over bones who stuck out like ragged pillars. Her eyes unseeing and milky, like marbles rolled around in flour.
And then he said he wouldn't leave. Her bated breath fell from her throat, further deflating her minute stature. She felt a consuming warmth radiate throughout her entirety when he touched her. The small gesture made her blush but it relaxed her. Touch was usually an unsettling thing for her. It was always a trigger for hyperventilating and terror. She sighed beneath him, a sound of the purest strain of comfort. The kind of sound heard when one settles into deep slumber.
“I am a tad famished..” she said with a mischievous laugh, something she kept short as her ribs protested the stretching. ”I like that saying...it suits you Rooster.” She lifted her head, looking upwards at him, but her head was cocked past his presence. Her blind eyes pointing in front of him. The gesture was well meant but fell flat with the oblivion that faced her orbs. Dharma tested her head in her paws, separating the small space between them. Her ears fell limp to her skull. Nervous at being left alone no matter how brief. She perked once more when he asked her to travel with him. She quite enjoyed his company and wasn't aghast at the idea of spending more time in his presence.
”I think I would like very much to travel with you…. And er, well I regain myself, I'm sure some use could be made of me.” Her harmonies were soft and tentative, gentle but blooming beneath their companionship. Small tinges of confidence was leaking into her. ” Will you tell me about these humans..? I've never seen one but you speak fondly of them..do their homes have warmth..? Im afraid my bones make for a terrible blanket” Wiggling at the end of her statement, her skeleton barely made a tent out of her skin.
She was unsure of the universe or how it worked but she did not feel her normal trepidation around him. An adventure seemed like a splendid reprieve from her past especially while in his company. She turned her head until she found his leg, letting her cold nose linger before replacing her head to her paws. A feeling unknown had begun to blossom within her, something more than appreciation. But it was something she buried, unwilling to acknowledge it….yet. She was afraid of what lie ahead but in the most wonderfully anxious way possible.
---- The feels , love these two!!<3 FEEL FREE TO GODMOD ripple
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Post by WarPaint on May 2, 2018 14:40:28 GMT
Blue skin pelted in a thin curtain of gun metal fur slunk forth, an image of pale grimness. Ragged nails that tapered into tight muscular toes marred the damp worm food below. His shocking appearance of heavy scarring reminiscent of rhino skin flashed in between the sheets of fog and mist that wound down the mountain.
Like a cloak it shielded the the phantom, only ever letting his frame become visible here and there. Eyes like cloudy citrine ,bore out of a finely chiseled head, handsome beneath the scars that puckered his dermis. Handsome did indeed hide behind the ragged tapestry that were his ears, they framed his face in ghastly curtains.
Behind the phantom, a swirling mass of fiery orange and onyx tumbled behind. ”Papa, I'm tired..and you walk to fast.” Kabra cocked an erect audit towards his fox kit. Kismet had taken to calling him Papa all his own and it touched the blue dog deeply. Together they had escaped torture and abuse and Kabra had adopted Kismet as his own. ”Come here pup, I'll carry you until we find someplace to rest.” Kismet blundered past his clumsy nature and jumped up to lick Kabras jaw. Settling beneath his father until tentative fangs latched around his nape and lifted him upwards.
The tiny fox kit curled into a ball and remained as still as possible, hanging like a pendulum. They walked together for what seemed like forever in comfortable silence. Until, finally, they found a clearing bordered by tall bushes. The early sunlight peaked through, casting shadows and brilliant rainbows. Kabra settled in the middle of the clearing, gently placing his cub on the ground. Kismets curiosity grew unchecked and the rambunctious cub raced around, eager to check out the place. He stopped short, digging his feet into the ground when a twig snapped behind one of the bushes.
The fox kit grew still, lowering himself to the ground and flattening his ears clean to his skull. ” Papa..papa.”His words tumbled out in a frightened mess of fear and uncertainty. Kabra lurched to his feet, a snarl clear in his throat. The instinct to protect his son vibrated through his whole being. The fur that stood up in a ridge on his back now lined him from the top of his skull clear to his tail. ”Take one more step near my cub and I'll gut your sorry ass.”
The warning cut clear across the distance separating father and son. Kabra stood like pins and needles, ready to leap to his cubs defense. Every fiber of his being felt like raw electricity. Kismet shrunk before him, making himself as small as possible. He knew Kabra would protect him but fear still dominated him.
----- Sorry for his initial aggression to any who responds lmao FEEL FREE TO GODMOD KABRA OR KISMET
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Post by WarPaint on May 2, 2018 4:40:58 GMT
Dharma sighed against the burden of her psychi. She was her own bully and it she could not escape it. Depression ran rampant in her although she always tried to put her best foot forward. The little lass let a small smile perch on her lips. She genuinely felt a warmth near him. He was rough around the edges but he spoke with a kindness that was wrapped with firm compassion. She needed that, the tough love kind of motivation.
Lost in her contemplative reverie Dharna was taken by surprise by his sudden movements. She wobbled on sore legs before he was beneath her. Her breath caught in her throat in intense surprise and embarrassment. She clamped her jaws shut and eventually let his soothing drawl ease her apprehension. He hadn't hurt her and didn't seem keen on it anyways.
Her joints appreciated the relief, settling back but she could tell they would swell later on from their sudden use. She could feel his muscles work beneath her and little blush pinched her cheeks. Hidden well beneath her golden coat. Dharma closed her eyes, still in the habit of blinking even though her milky orbs saw nothing. He called her songbird and it did something for the feminine ego she had lost. Stroked it in some small way that made her want to giggle under her breath. Instead she held back her whimsy, breathing in small bursts of laughter.
”I..I like your wings Rooster. They seem like very fine wings.” She said softly near his ears. She grew quiet, simply enjoying the company of another. Something entirely foreign to her. It riddled her with anxiety, was he a wolf in waiting? Was there good dogs abound? What could he want? Questions flew through her skull with the speed of a bullet. Bouncing around dangerously. She willed silence and comforted herself with his scent. Breathing it in small breaths.
And suddenly they had stopped. She could smell the water and her jaws ached. In a burst of appreciative affection, she licked his ears. A gentle touch before sliding from his shoulders. Sighing against her pain. A small tear touched her cloudy eyes, her lips trembled freely. ”Thank You..for your kindness. I can't repay you enough...but thank you” her voice came out in small sobs only they were not of despair. Instead they were choked words of overwhelmed appreciation. Dipping her head, dharma drank slowly. Trying hard to not gulp and fill her belly.
When she had her share, she sank to her belly. Trembling against the refreshment the water had brought her. It had been a while since her body had felt moisture. She eased herself to her side, searching for her companion and safety blanket. Dharma leaned into his legs, comparing the strength of his body against her own. She was tired and a yawn stretched her jaws wide. ”How...how long will you be around Rooster.” Her question was curious but racked plainly by her apprehension at being alone.
Dharma felt, once more, anxiety rise in her throat. Suddenly horrified at being left alone once more. But how could she overextend his kindness and patience. They were strangers and she had no right to further waste his time.”Please…...don't leave me.. it was a plain statement blanketed with an intensity otherwise normally absent from her demeanor. Her melody was soft but pining for reassurance that he would not leave her in the dark. Being alone was worse than blindness to Dharma. It was consuming void for the tiny golden dog.
------- FEEL FREE TO GOD MOD!! I'm so sorry there isn't much to work with. Late night ramblings. Rooster and Dharms <3
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Post by WarPaint on May 2, 2018 3:29:43 GMT
He chuckled under a bated breath. Shucks, was ole Johnny Boy worried about little ole Korvette? He shook his plush head softly, a bruise from a heffalump was most likely the gentlest life had ever been with him. Hell, it was kiss even. His existence had been one poorly planned skedaddle from debacle to debacle. He’d been left for dead, starved, pitted against others, and today he had gotten kicked. It didn’t seem like much to fuss over, especially in front of this Rooster.
He stretched his lithe frame, bowing his front end until it brushed the dirt. Making a show of his somewhat youthful resilience and stubbornness. He would succumb to injury and eventual death when he was done spitting in its face. Such was the nature of an insolent and impudent mutt. He relished the burn in his shoulder, gritting his teeth against the now throbbing heartbeat it had assumed.
“You’re right on saving your breath there Joh...er Rooster. It’d be wasted and face it im sure there’s something prettier to waste your breath on than this handsome bastard. “ He tossed that icy glare over to Rooster, a small smile touching his black lips. Sarcasm fell in waves from him, the purest strain in his aura and being. The easiest way for him to cope.
Reaching his full height, Korvette gave himself a good shake. Flinging dirt clumps free from his pelt and grunting with the effort. “Alright Rooster, I’ll be back soon. Try not to..ya know..piss them damn cowclumps off before I get back.” He said, trotting away and allowing only a small limp to show. Korvette slipped a glance at the bison, they were picking their way out of the pond. ”Wouldn’t want to save your ass again.” He threw his words over his shoulder, letting a guttural laugh escape his maw. It was a sound that could be likened to the pure joys of a pups excitement. Full and hearty, like a joke had just been made and he was the only one to understand it.
He let his head swing low near his chest. His black nose twitched incessantly, inhaling deeply the rich scents of the prairie. The intense odor of bison rage and uncertainty permeated the air in heavy rifts. But underneath the scent of a gazelle was present. Korvette stretched out into slow lope, wincing with every step.
It wasn't long until the sorry sound of a wounded animal bleating reached his audits. Saliva instantly filled his jaws, pooling at the corners of his lips. His lope was well met shortly with the plaintive sight of a battered and bruised gazelle. It struggled pointlessly against shattered legs. Most likely the unfortunate victim of the stampede. Korvette shook his head in respect, misery did love company.
He approached, eyeing his surroundings for other predators. The gazelles herd stood off in the distance, useless. However, unwilling to abandon their herdmate completely, offering what little comfort they could. The broken gazelle, was a young one. Most likely still under a year, with slower and less keen senses than her older herd buddies.
Korvette approached and flattened his ears against her bleating. Like a bullet his jaws snapped around her throat. Crushing her windpipe as soundly as he could. The predator in him relished the crimson that flowed all to easily between his fangs. The gazelle struggled slightly before succumbing to her wounds and falling limp. Korvette left his jaws clamped a minute more, effectively silencing her forever.
He said a blessing for her sacrifice, thanking his gods for their bounty.
----- Korvette are his full and felt the soft call of slumber. He shook away his aches and pains and yawned against his ire. Gathering a leg and thigh in his mouth he set out to find his friend again. His pace slightly slower than before as the ache of his earlier wound had set in.
It wasn't like before the white bullet made his return. Kor dropped the offering at Roosters feet before laying down and resting his head on his soiled toes. ”There ya go Rooster.” his voice was tired but still full of that mischievous thrum. He looked out towards the setting sun. Despite his ignorant tendencies, he held a genuine like for the southern dog.
”What say you Rooster, two old dogs suffering the night together?” Kors ears twitched at the braying of the bison. Annoying heffalumps weren't they. ”Besides, what's a dog like you doing all the way out here in hells garden? It was a genuine question. He tossed a curious side gaze and let out a huge sigh. Today had been eventful
------- WOOOOOT FOR REPLIES! FEEL FREE TO GOD MOD.! and good old Rooster and Kor ripple
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Post by WarPaint on May 1, 2018 23:28:08 GMT
Announcement.
Spine is winding down its first month of being opened to the public. We would like to thank all members personally for joining and bringing life to the site. As a token of our appreciation , we are discounting wolf character passes by $50 bones. To any whom have previously purchased passes prior to this announcement, your account will be refunded the additional $50 bones. Also we are offering free colored names until announced otherwise. If you are interested in having a colored name, please message the Admin account with your desired colors (can have upto 2).
Spine would also like to open to the public, suggestions for new in character boards. Please feel free to comment below !! New territories or areas to explore!
Also, later this week, an in character event will be posted. Members can choose to opt in or exclude characters from the event. An odds system is being created in order to determine how the event will affect your character or pack. If you should choose to opt your character in let it be known that the event could render positive outcomes (bone rewards, passes, character health, in character objects, etc) or the opposite.
Creation of smaller characters are still encouraged and for each character created under 30 pounds, 30 bones will be granted.
For each advertisement posted for Spine, 50 bones will be granted. Please message the Admin account or ripple , Scotia with your sites. They will be checked for accuracy and please make sure you are not double posting on sites.
Activity checks will be held in two weeks, any who do not post within the check will have characters and threads put into archive for a month. Accounts and their corresponding threads can be retrieved!
Otms will also be taking place in three weeks. After 6 months of Spine being opened, a scrapbook will be made for characters and members to vote upon. Categories will also be put up for voting.
Pack creation is still OPEN Staff auditions are CLOSED for the time being
Thank you all Your Staff team, Admin , WarPaint , ripple , Scotia
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Post by WarPaint on May 1, 2018 22:14:53 GMT
The humans have fallen five years ago. An airborne, disease unknown in origin, has mutated and decimated their numbers. Some managed to flee, leaving behind their suburbia and taking residence in the wild, away from the contact of others and relearning all that they thought they knew. Entire cities fell in days, suddenly barren of the germination of humans. What the virus did to humans otherwise enhanced animals, improving their brain function. It took only a matter of months for dogs to reign supreme in their new empires.
But that was five years ago, human survivors are regrouping, finding some to be naturally immune to the virus. Wolves are stirring, their numbers having once again soaring and creating super packs. Both are looking for retribution and to reclaim what was theirs. Humans, their dominance of species. Wolves, their lands and retribution. The humans are stirring and wolves are amassing in great number. Who will strike first at the throne of dominance.
It is now July, of 2050. Prey is abundant, territory goes unclaimed, and packs are waiting to be established. Do you have the spine to survive..?
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Post by WarPaint on May 1, 2018 21:55:38 GMT
Name: Nix Nocturi Pack Type: Pack Territories Wanted: Glen Oak Forest, Native American Reservation, Mccob Farm Sub Boards: Glen Oak - The Wellspring, Forest Edge, The Lucent ; Irikee Cave, Elders Grove; Red Barn; Lox Garden ; Pack Name: The Ulaho Purpose: With humans gone, things have gone unchecked. But beneath the supposed calm waters of the dogs reigning rule, a ripple is starting. An unrest that has been simmering for years is coming alive with the anger of those unjustly punished. The wolves are assembling their masses, joining packs and making plans to reclaim their rightful spot in the hierarchy of predators. Dogs are unknowingly at the top of their list for retribution. For their years of human affiliation and aid in decimating wolf numbers and stealing lands. They are coming, and once started, will be a tide of force never seen by the likes of dogs before. But there are some who have seen the good of humans and the loyalty of dogs to serve their masters. There are some who would seek peace and compromise rather than senseless slaughtering on both sides. They are the Ulaho Pack, an order to work behind the scenes. An order to feel empathy and work towards balance and put others before themselves. Their purpose is to serve others, to emmit compassion where it has otherwise soured. The Ulaho pack understands that cruelty will lurk behind every corner, for eternity, for it is as immortal as the cycle of life and death. However they also understand that, while everlasting, its imprint on others be lessened. The Ulaho pack are an assortment of peaceful vigilante; a coalition of wolves and and dogs alike who will be tireless in their devotion to others and each-other. Fairness in discipline and hierarchy are at the core of their values. Empathy, above all, for those surrounding them. They cannot undo past wrongs but they can seek to rectify and make amends that appease as much as possible. Blood does not make a family , bond does. Once a member of the Ulaho, always apart of a family. Heritage does not design your future nor does it condemn the past you did not create. Within The Ulaho, there will be room for Keepers, civilians, the weak and wounded, asylum seekers, neutral laborers. All can be useful and reserve a purpose greater than themselves within the pack. Judgement is reserved for the strangest or most absurd cases. Help stem the tide of anger that will run red if left unchecked. [smear:#e66f19]Pack Creed[/smear:#e6da19:0]“Pax in Sanguinem” may there be peace in blood. Let it not boil and froth and spill forth onto the feet of others. May the strength of bond be stronger than right of birth. We will work in the light and in the dark, tireless in devotion to peace and amiability. We will love without condition, accept without judgement, and embolden without expectation. We will work where others will not, and usher in peace. May our burden be heavy but our reward be overflowing. We are the Ulaho, phantoms behind neutrality. ripple and Scotia , requesting a review by staff members on the Ulaho Pack...please
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 30, 2018 23:49:08 GMT
Username: WarPaint Reward Wanted: full wolf pass Bones Spent 300.00 Special reward extra's N/A ripple
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 27, 2018 21:14:58 GMT
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 27, 2018 2:02:56 GMT
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 24, 2018 22:02:39 GMT
Dear Patrons of Spine,
The discord earlier this week concerning what was said previously in the chat-box, has caused rifts within Spine. I would like nothing more than to do justice by all members of the site and have the matter handled satisfactorily, as it is impossible to please all. I, WarPaint , would like to make it clear to any and all, whom use or view Spine; we absolutely, under no circumstance, condone words or actions that cultivate or observe any culture that excludes, discriminates against, or alienates others. Spine is a place meant for all to enjoy and express themselves through the wonderful art of words.
Although we cannot undo, erase, or change what was said, we can choose to accept Red’s apology and move forward or decline to. As site owner and admin, I am choosing personally to end this matter. However, please do not take this as a dismissal of anyone. Criticism, suggestions, questions, are all welcome in the admin account inbox to be handled privately. My decision to handle this situation has absolutely nothing to do with any previous affiliation with Red, rather a wholesome desire to return Spine to its original purpose; roleplay.
I apologize profusely, as well as my staff team, to any who was affected and in general. Words are beautiful but equally as dangerous. However, what is said by one does not represent nor speak for all. Reds’ apology is posted below and her thread has since been deleted but will be retained here. We hope ,sincerely, that we can put our best foot forward and continue toward a better foundation on Spine. Refreshing the slate and bringing forth a new one. No community is perfect but we can learn from our mistakes and move towards a healthier coexistence.
To the site, staff, members and guests. Recently, I made a comment, conducting a conversation. I mentioned a nickname that I gave my boss and a couple of people found that offensive. I will first and foremost apologize to the staff. Culturally speaking, sensitivity is paramount and accommodating everyone is difficult and to have me come in and shake things up, it’s the spice of life and if nothing else, prepares us for events in real life. I will also comment that while my comment was not directed toward anyone here, just one individual who does not even function outside of work, it was not meant to be defining of my opinion of LGBTQ+ communities. I made my comment freely, as I have protected with my life. I worked with some of the finest, and I mean finest, of the LGBTQ+ community in the Marines, Navy and Air Force. It was another Marine, who is gay, who encouraged my nickname of my boss. The behavior was indecent however, I do hope it is understood that I do not have anything against the community. I apologize for the discomfort. Red.
We hope we can progress and learn from this situation whilst simultaneously using more tact and consideration with our words and conversations. I apologize to any whom felt the whole debacle was not handled properly, however measures have been taken to ensure appropriate conduct, privately. Should any members have further questions please direct them to the Admin account to be addressed, please.
As for the matter, it is closed. A simple statement, I shall stand by. Further discussion of it should be kept to Pm. I cannot usher patrons enough to utilize your staff members here and please FEEL FREE to contact us via message to discuss any concerns or questions. The Admin account is always available to members. Further discussion of the matter is closed publicly, to the chatbox and the public boards. All that can be said, has been. Although handled privately, the matter at hand has been dealt with and measures enacted should there be any issues further down the road. I hope any who wish to stay will help to work towards a happy, well assimilated community. Who, together can bring about some amazing journeys and stories on Spine and build a genuine camaraderie between fellow roleplayers.
Sincerely and genuinely WarPaint ,your admin and fellow Spinee’ ripple and Scotia , your dedicated staff team
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 23, 2018 19:58:40 GMT
Username: WarPaintReward Wanted: Companion animal ; fox cub Bones Spent deduct 300 bones from my account please Special reward extra's N/a Scotia or rippleWhenever you get a chance, can someone pleas deduct 300 bones from my account. <3
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 20, 2018 4:26:55 GMT
Dharma suddenly felt an intense misery at her physical state. Intensely aware of her lack of femininity and overall poor physique. She had once felt beautiful and although her ponderings were silly, especially in her current situation, she couldn’t help but to feel immensely unattractive. Her blind eyes blinked back small tears and she sniffled quietly, it was such a silly thing to be concerned over but she essentially felt less delicate than she could bare. It was the icing on the cake and just a tad too much for her mental state. A cruel jab that even her unseeing eyes could see. She was brought back by Roosters soft rumblings and it soothed her. It had been what seemed like an eternity before she had heard a voice. Especially one who wasn’t detailing all of the cruelties they had planned just for her.
Dharma’s slight frame leaned heavily into his shoulder, whilst her ears flickered to capture his words. She was intrigued by the way he spoke of Humans. Afterall she had never met one and had only heard rumors of them before their downfall. Rooster, however, seemed to love his master dearly, and a sense of nostalgia rolled over her as he detailed his past life. Dharma was slightly jealous of him, for at least having known love and having had a purpose. A role to fill that made him important. She had always been cast aside like trash, only to be used when others pleased and then discarded once more.
She wrinkled her nose as memories flashed brightly in her mind. She had always been weak it seemed, and she resented herself vehemently for it. With each passing day she grew less and less happy with herself, for her lack of strength. For not standing up for herself. What had it gotten her? Starved, blinded, beaten, and used. She hated herself for the victim mentality. But once more his gentle words caught her golden ears. He spoke of strength with a touch of emotion rippling behind him.
Sadness now touched her melody. ”Ive..ive never been strong...it bothers me most times. And embarrases me others…like right now” Raw emotion tinged the end of her sentence. She was terribly embarrassed to be so cumbersome and weak. ”If i had been strong...I would be able to see the kind sir helping me now.” Tears stung her words but she choked them back, turning her head away. Her glossed over eyes watered slightly but she blinked back the emotion. The memory of when she lost her sight was fresh and painful..seeing what had been done to her body, and the monster who did it.
”Something to eat would be nice...but I must make sure I don’t eat to much. Wouldn’t do for me to not fit in my fursuit now.” She said with a hint of laughter, trying to make light of her earlier emotion. She groaned slightly and sank further into his shoulder, panting as her muscles screamed against their abuse. Dharma steadied herself, hoping the pond wouldn’t be too far now. Her legs now shook uncontrollably, and she shuddered against the pain. ”Rooster..do you think it will be much further...I’m afraid my body is starting to fail. “ She hoped he wouldn't think her rude, afterall he was being gracious enough to help her. She turned her nose so it touched his shoulder, taking comfort in his warmth and presence. And hoping it conveyed her apologies and appreciation once more.
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 20, 2018 3:57:35 GMT
And she was off in a glorious unchecked blanket of excitement. Warpaint bounded after her, long legs easily matching her stride and bringing him abreast her. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as his anxiety eased. Paint was slowly becoming able to let down his gates and pour tiny pieces of himself out into the open. His golden orbs scanned the rows of houses before, analyzing the possible adventures awaiting.
One particular house seemed in better repair than the others, its blue paint wasn’t as sad looking as the other already graying homes. Warpaint was inclined to this particular house, it didn't seem as daunting and ominous as the others. ”Hey, that one doesn’t look to bad..” He bound ahead of Miss Elizabeth and stopped short at the picket fence surrounding the yard.
Rocking back onto his haunches, he inspected the gate. It took a few tries of nudging before he was able to unhinge the rusting clasp. The gate swung wide, as if beckoning them in. Lowering himself back to all fours, he dipped his head towards his companion. ”Ladies first.” Warpaint uttered sweetly, flashing his eyes in a genuine smile.
He suddenly grew eager to see what those city canines had been enjoying all along. He had heard of pets and their plush lives. And now with temptation before him, his curiosity was burning unchecked.
----- Gonna find all the things XD
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 20, 2018 3:40:37 GMT
Flustered...plain flustered, was the brown mutt. A simple hm was all he had gotten. Felix felt a certain trepidation that had only been felt in the earliest of his days. Some would call his happiness foolish or off brand for the world they were living in these days, but still it couldn’t sour his mood. He stared at the weed that had caught the attention so aptly of the stranger before him. Nothing discernibly special about it came to mind but Felix persisted in understanding anyways.
Coffee eyes squinted as if the flower would reveal itself to him. But after minutes of intense staring, Felix relented. Rolling over onto his back, he stuck a paw into the open air. Absently batting a butterfly who had fluttered to close. And like a tsunami flashing against flood gates , the vomit of the word kind came pouring forth. ”You know it is quite okay to be quiet, mother always said I talked enough for a crowds anyways. Which...in truth I probably do but I usually don’t even notice it. Hmm..the world is so big though, so I mean it has to have a little noise doesn’t it.?”
He tossed a quick glance at his quiet companion before carrying on. ” You sure are quiet , it’s different but not bad. I kind of like it, leaves you to your thoughts for a bit. Well sir...is that a special plant, you’ve been staring at it for a while. Maybe it speaks only to you.” And like a bullet, Felix’s overactive imagination was at it again.
----- Oh Lord, Felix is going to annoy the living hell out of Alban XD
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