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Post by WarPaint on Apr 20, 2018 3:10:35 GMT
i wake at the first cringe of morning and my heart's already sinned
His streamlined physique cut easily along a narrow path , carrying him towards safety. He was foolish but it made his adrenaline pump and always made him forget his crushing depression and insecurities. Although this time he may have taken it too far. He hadn’t stopped to look back and see if the other dog had followed or even gotten out of the way. Sudden guilt overrode the naturally selfish nature of Korvette. Digging well muscled forelegs into the ground and bracing his shoulders against his own body, Korvette managed to ungracefully wheel around. While swinging about, his hind paws caught his forelegs, claws digging deep enough from the momentum to draw fresh blood. Korvette grunted but otherwise ignored the sudden sting and erupted into a full sprint.
His icy eyes searched the herd that had now turned away from him, bellowing their disdain at something else altogether. His stride faltered as he drew closer to the herd, still searching for the mottled dog. And suddenly his strange companion burst into view. Snapping and frothing at the heels of the ornery heffalumps. A small grin touched his lips, Well look at that little bastard go.” Korvette thought to himself, Good ole Johhny boy knew what he was doing and by the looks of it, he was enjoying himself.
The herd turned sharply as the red and white dog surged through the crowd, angling his stature well. Diving and leaping away from bovine rage and cloven hooves with practiced ease. Korvette steadied his stride and and ran parallel to the herd, keeping watchful eye on Johnny Boy in the event he should need help. He could feel the heat and breath of the bison on his nape but their attention had turned completely to their foreign aggressor. They weren’t the great herds of cows used to being pressured. The Bison struggled to understand their new harasser and although they resisted slightly, their instincts caved to his persistent will.
Korvette was focused on Johnny Boy when a stray hoof caught him in the shoulder. A yelp parted his jaws and he stumbled. However, despite his shortcomings, Korvette was not one to easily give away. Limping slightly he caught even with the damn cowclump and snapped at her ankle. Making sure her slight wouldn’t go unnoticed and forgotten. The she bison merely bellowed her indignation at him and kept on with her stampede. Korvette once again located the mottled dog and tried half heartedly to mimic his movements, more so concerned with just acting as a barrier.
A sudden sound like a riptide echoed through the air. The bison had plunged at full force into a pond, slowing their charge to an almost dead stop. They bellowed their confusion and dislike but the water seemed to take the heat away from their anger . Ice eyes searched through the bodies to find the mottled dog. Korvette trotted over once he found Johnny Boy, limping slightly as his shoulder began to throb.
”Well Johnny boy, I guess I owe you a thanks for saving my fur. Looked like you had some fun out there country boy. The name’s Korvette, the foolish asshole at your service. " In his typical fashion, his voice was light and still tinged with his insolent sarcasm. Although a genuine note now thrummed through his words. Despite his outward demeanor, Korvette did appreciate the red dog for his quick thinking. Not that the white bullet had thought he couldn’t outrun those damn Bison. In show of his actual gratitude, Korvette posed a question. ”I could catch us a bit of lunch if you’re up for it. He tossed a curious gaze towards the buffalo once more, panting beside the red dog. His shoulder was aching and he was suddenly, acutely aware of the gouges dug into his legs. They stung but they would scab over by nightfall. He cocked his head back at his sudden companion, awaiting an answer.
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 19, 2018 3:04:43 GMT
Offering up Bran for consideration as Deputy. at the prime age of 4.5 years old
Bran is a steady force of quiet leadership. He is often a comforting presence in that he is not greatly overwhelming or underwhelming, he just is. The brute is of a tranquil amiability but take him for no court jester, Bran has the muscle to prove himself. Honest determination and drive have combined to cultivate Bran; as the brute has always been a blue collar, hardworking dog. Laboring for all that he desires and the peace of mind that he in general, is a good lad. Years of sheep herding have honed a precision ability and desire to get the job done, whatever that may be. Bran is a deeply loyal dog and finds himself constantly rooting for the underdog, he is a soft heart behind his placid nature. Despite his hard working and protective nature, Bran is prone to listlessness, without a job he can grow irritable. He also has no natural born desire to be a leader although he would fit the criteria. He much prefers answering to others and having goals to work towards. It is easier on his mental health to be at the beck of others, just like he was with his master and owner. Having a pack and leader gives him stability and peace of mind to do his job.
Strengths *Well muscled and conditioned from years of farm work. *Stable mental presence and sound mind *Hardworking *Inclined to stand up for others *Good stamina *Healthy desire to please ; prefers to remain busy *Doesn't need to be told twice about anything from duties to critiques
Weaknesses *Works better under leadership *Prone to listlessness *Doesn't do well in extreme heat *Will be prone to hip displasia in his older years *Is capable of holding a long grudge *Will be prone to cataracts in old age
Roleplay example
Sweat dripped from the tri-colored behemoth, pouring off his shoulders in tiny rivulets of perspiration. Head hung low with jaws gaping, Bran herded his prisoner before him, his dual colored eyes never leaving the mutt. A guttural sound, from the depths of his belly, remained in his throat. A warning that should this murderer try to run, justice would not be far behind him. It was his solemn vow to protect the land The Ranger's touched, to bring peace and harmony to those around them. And Bran was not prone to failure. He had chased, for several days and nights, the perpetrator that now walked before him defeated apathy. Stamina and determination had caught him alone and grit would not let him escape. The dangerous dog aptly named Kaos, had been decimating weaker dogs. Leaving behind his wake death and destruction and an unnatural balance of karma within the world everyone shared. His blatant disregard for life disgusted Bran, who couldn't fathom the pain and suffering of those Kaos had tortured. Bran would deliver this monster to Rooster, to The Rangers. He would ensure that this creature of pure hatred and villainy would see his wrongs rectified through whatever punishment the pack could conjure up for him. "Pick up the pace and rest assured, we are not far from the Rangers. Any false moves and I can guarantee you will be punished to the fullest authority of the Rangers. Now be a good lad and cooperate." He barked at Kaos, relieved when the prisoner complied. Bran stayed on top of him, letting his breath remind Kaos that escape had never been an option and certainly wasn't one now. Bran allowed only a brief moment of comfort to radiate through him as the edge of the Rangers territory came into view. Rooster would be waiting and Bran was eager to deliver.
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 19, 2018 2:23:17 GMT
Accepted Breeds All domesticated dog breeds are [smear:#19e684]CURRENTLY ACCEPTED.[/smear:#d5e619:0] We would like to encourage the creation of smaller dog breeds and will be offering an additional $30.00 bones (on top of the $50.00 for character creation) for the month.
Accepted Canine Cousins Dingos Coyotes Jackals Maned Wolves Half Wolves (Half-Wolf characters can be made currently without passes being purchased)
Banned or Suspended Breeds *Bans or Suspensions will only occur if too many of one breed is created repetitively
Full-blooded wolves (Passes can be bought to create a full-bred wolf during the ban) Foxes (Passes cannot currently be bought for characters to be made, however companion passes may be purchased.) Hyenas
please direct any questions to WarPaint ripple Scotia
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 18, 2018 15:58:11 GMT
Judged Fights
Rules to a judged fight
* Tag staff in any threads you want judged (WarPaint , ripple , Scotia )
* Please post any predetermined aspects of the fight within the first post for staff to see (i.e. if the winner has already been chosen, extent of injuries, purpose for the fight, any winnings)
* An odds system is used to determine if attacks or defenses were successful in the event that no predetermined aspects have been made. The odds system will determine the amount of damage or deflection one has received. Odds system can be request for fights with predetermined aspects as well
* God modding is not allowed unless agreed upon, trust your moderator to use the odds system to keep fights fair
* God modding is controlling a members character without permission or essentially trying to control all aspects of threading. An example of God modding ; Johny chased Lola, sinking his teeth in her hind legs and tearing her flesh. An example of acceptable threading ; Johnny chased Lola, snapping his teeth at her hind legs in hopes of ripping her flesh
* Each participant is limited to five posts for ease of judging ; requests can be made for more
* Any injuries must be approved by both role-players
* Winners of any judged fights will receive $50.00 bones and participants will receive $25.00
* Fights will be judged on clarity, realism, grammar, and overall post quality * Post critiques will only be made if requested
* Judged fights ARE NOT mandatory and are done only upon request. However modarators may intervene if a fight is becoming god-modded.
[smear:#7b43af]scotia[/smear:#3d8de9:0]
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 18, 2018 1:38:14 GMT
Felix stared with a youthful intensity. Mocha orbs scanned his stranger with a genuine uine and infectious curiosity. Who was this behemoth who oozed a sage seniority. Perhaps he was deaf...or had merely come to answer only when it pleased him. Age dictated a certain respect.
However Felix was boiling over, itching for answers and a companion to join him in breaking up the monotony of silence. He resisted clearing his throat, swallowing his guttural inclinations. He gazed in slight confusion as the stranger stared at a blooming weed. Enraptured by some hidden detail only he could see.
Patience was a virtue Felix had been taught. And it seemed to beg him to be exercised. Settling down onto his belly, he continued to watch his stranger . But alas the young lad only had patience in spurts and once again word vomit boiled forth. "Do you have a name sir?"
His brow creased in thought. Ever the helpful and energetic mutt he offered once again. "Perhaps i can help you find some more of those weeds..err flowers." ------ Ooc- Lol Felix is gonna have word vomit around him.
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 17, 2018 21:08:49 GMT
If happiness was incarnate, it came in the form of Felix. It radiated through the mutt in gentle waves of consuming peace . The world was at odds but he was not and his warmth shimmered behind his coffee eyes.
Wandering had become his newest hobby. After the passing of his mother, he had become listless and needed the distraction. Felix flexed his toes against the dry leaves below, flickering his audits at the crunching sound. The silence of the day was enough to almost part his maw and force him to call out into the nothingness. Such was the burden of loneliness on young shoulders.
He gingerly plucked himself through a bristled bush and stopped short. Before him stood a grand monument of age. Resilient against times although seeming closer to loosing the battle each day. He sat down and admired the other dog. Curiosity was the bane of Felix, nurturing a genuine intrigue for everything around him.
Being a native to Graycott meant Felix was particularly aware of strangers. "Greetings sir. How goes the day for you? Is there anything I can help you with? My name's Felix, you must be new to Graycott"
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 15, 2018 18:11:50 GMT
A dog who didnt wish her harm was foreign to her and a gentleman was even more bizarre than that. Dharma wrinkled her nose in disbelief for a brief second. He must want something but alas she had nothing to offer other than that feminine charm that had already been stolen times before.
Her once beautiful head was still staring ardently at her feet, looking at nothing and avoiding everything. Her erect audits listened attentively to every word spoken and part of her liked the drawl that dripped over every truth. "If..If you really dont mind, I guess I'm in no position to decline.." she said sweetly her voice raspy and thin. She knew that even if the distance was short, she was desperately emaciated and any expidenture of energy costed her greatly. She sighed almost deflated at the prospect of even a brief journey.
Gathering her strength and grunting like a stung cow, she rose to all four feet. Her hind end wobbled beneath Her, trembling even at the little weight she bore. Her spine jutted out profusely beaten out only by her spears for ribs. Dirt and grime coated the bottom half of her physique, giving away just how long she had been laying there. She was only able to support herself momentarily before collapsing into his side. Leaning heavily, she dipped her head in apology once more. Although she had an inkling he would accept no further apologies from her.
"So you had a master..? I've never seen a two leg before.. what was it like..? she asked with a genuine curiosity through hated breaths. Her family had been feral and humans had vanished almost in the blink of an eye it seemed. She had heard stories from dogs who had masters some good, some horrifying. ----- Feel free to god mod!! Good ole chivalrous Rooster!
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 15, 2018 17:49:07 GMT
A small smile touched Paints black lips as Miss Elizabeth rambled on. She was friendly enough and Paint listened quietly, his expression attentive and amicable. She liked his name and Paint blushed slightly. It had taken years for him to come around to liking it. It wasn't typical and he had often been teased for it. But over the years it had come to suit him.
" I agree, it is quite quiet here. I kind of like it but at the same time it gets a little lonely ." He answered softly, his voice a quiet thrum, like strings on a guitar. "You're right. Adventures always wait in new places, so change can't be too bad." He gave a big grin and shook out his pelt.
Then she asked where he was from. His eyes flashed with a sadness for a brief moment before shining bright again. "I'm from a little place called NewWaif, it's about a week from here. My siblings recently went off on their own so I've just been wandering. But this place seems to suit me well enough." Warpaint missed his siblings dearly but they had all found a place or mate to settle down with. He understood mostly but something in him pushed him away from that course at the moment.
Warpaint chuckled when she said her mother commented that she talked too much. He didn't mind it, in fact his own quiet nature enjoyed it. He was painfully shy at times and when others spoke it eased the burden of socializing greatly. "Oh, don't worry Miss Elizabeth, I've got big ears.. I can keep up just fine." A hearty warmth radiated out through his statement.
Standing up, he shook himself out in the sunlight. "I saw some two legger buildings that way, maybe they have some trinkets that could be of use to us. If not , it can't hurt to explore." He titled his head and gestured for her to lead. He was happy to follow.
------ Feel free to god mod!
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 15, 2018 16:44:11 GMT
i wake at the first cringe of morning and my heart's already sinned Korvette tilted his head in that petulant manner. Listening, but distracted, he flickered his ears but his attention had begun to wander increasingly towards the damn heffalumps. They were restless and Kor could feel the hair on his nape rising with each passing minute.
The snowy brute turned his attention back to his mottled counterpart." A rancher..huh..You mean to tell me you rolled around in the dirt with these cattleclumps..for fun..?" Kors question came a tense smattering of incredulous disbelief. Who in the hell would play with bison or cattle, whatever the hell they were, willingly.
His ice eyes turned back to the bison, squinting at them as if lasers were coming out of his orbs. "Aye Johnny Boy, I think you're right about these bison getting a tad bent out of shape" He agreed quietly. The alpha bull was challenging now, bellowing and huffing in the dry prairie dust. "No sudden moves."The sage advice passed through one ear and out the other. Kor was incorrigible and ever the confrontational trickster.
In one dumb second the white phantom was off like a bullet. Streaking across the prairie in that fool hardy bravado. The bull had kept his head lowered while kicking up the dirt, giving Kor enough time to make his death wish. Gaping jaws adorned with ivory fangs sank into the soft and moist nose of the bull. And a bellow so intense with rage cut clear across the open space like a bullhorn.
As quick as his teeth had sunk in they were gone and Kor was high tailing it back up the hill towards his new companion. "Oi, that ought to show them huh." Korvette called out in a tone made purely of childish excitement, as if he had just gotten away with sticking his paw in the cookie jar. Tossing a look over his shoulder, his eyes widened comically. "Oh shit! STAMPEDE" His legs went into overdrive and he passed by the red mottled dog like a bat out of hell. "Run Johnny Boy, run! He didn't wait to see if the dog moved his ass or not. Hey he had said he worked cattle, he'd be alright...right?
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Never a dull moment with Korvette lmao. Feel free to god mod!! Ibdont care what happens to Kor.
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 13, 2018 16:58:17 GMT
[smear:#e6d219]Congrats [/smear:#6fe619:0] on being the first pack created!!! Lovely application ripple ! The Rangers have been accepted and their subboards will be created as soon as you message the admin account with descriptions and titles for the boards. An example;Pemberton vineyard- add cellar subboard; a place long abandoned but filled with ripened wines. A pack subboard will be created and you are in charge of creating rules, ranks, jobs, etc for your new pack. If you have any questions just let me know.
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 12, 2018 23:15:40 GMT
Dharma remained tightly curled against herself. Trying to be as small and unassuming as possible. Fear and sadness radiated from her in waves, such was the nature of a victim of the world's abuse. She sighed against her fear, she could still feel his presence looming over her like an unmoving cloud.
Dharma cocked an erect audit in his direction when he spoke, filtering the chastisement for what it was. Concern...of some sort. That emotion was foreign to her, after all her family had left her for dead on multiple occasions. Most recently during her fresh blindness. She winced at the memory. An ear flicked in excitement when he mentioned water. She was beyond dehydrated, a huge concern considering her already starved physique.
"Water....Water would be nice. " she offered meekly. Still untrusting if his seeming kindness. Trust earned you more than your bargained for and she was justified in her terror for others. Her ears easily noted the struggle in his tone. He was trying hard to be considerate of her skittish nature and she appreciated it greatly. Rooster was his name. A fitting one since he had no qualms with his presence being known well. Loud and proud.
"Rooster...my name is Dharma. She said softly, as if knowing her name gave him even more power over her. As if he could wreak havoc just by uttering her namesake. "Thankyou for dealing with the... coyotes. Water would be nice...but I'm afraid traveling is a bit tedious with me" She said plainly, making a small gesture at her physique. She was a train wreck of bones and loose skin. A small, defeated sigh left her chapped lips.
Using her last bit of strength and trying to preserve what little dignity she had, Dharma struggled to sit upright. She swung her head, trying to learn his scent. Especially if she was to follow him or be in his companionship for the time being. Instead her dry nose ran smack into his own nose, lingering on the dampness before she realized her mistake. With a horrified gasp she snapped her head back to her paws and managed to stutter out an apology. "I..im sorry."
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 12, 2018 16:13:49 GMT
Korvette is a sarcastic, asshole who does the right thing in the end. He's got ghosts in the closet he'd rather never see again and someone needs to break down his walls. He loves family and sometime misses pack life. Kor is reckless and wild but at the end of the night is somewhat stable. He's owns a silver tongue but behind all of his oozing machismo and overcooked testosterone there's a dog with some crippling insecurities and shortcomings. He came from alot of neglect and lost his siblings in a fire. Behind all that false bravado, slick words, and outward apathy, is a dog just searching for a home.
Wanted- friends, family, lovers, possible mate. I'd like to have him have pups in the future but I want to have him suffer as much as possible. I want to force him to fight to be good and worth a damn.
For friends I'd like him to have some stability, after his families death he's been like a loose cannon. Doing reckless shit to cope.
Family- I want him to gain a small core for his emotionally safety. Something he feels safe enough to rely on or open up to. Whether through friends, lovers, or a mate.
Lovers- eventually when he settles down I want him to be a monogamous, devoted father and mate. But that doesn't mean he can't have interests while on that journey. He's shallow so one would have to cater to his needs unless there is a plot to settle down.
Mate- Korvette will only take one mate, so when he develops enough I want to find a right fit for him. I don't care If They have a turbulent love as long as they are devoted and monogamous and open to pup plots. I will have pups dammit. Lmao.
Warpaint.
Paint is a wounded soul who's painfully shy and meek but with good intentions . I'm pretty much open to anything. Make him suffer, break hearts, wound him. I want as much growth as possible on him
Lovers- he's a creature who likes to please so straying lovers would wound him so much...so yes please.
Enemies.- I'm down for whatever so me one can come up with. I made his back story less dramatic this go around.
Friends- bring this turtle lump out of his shell PLEASE! Force hijm on adventures, make him uncomfortable.
Family- he has siblings that are alive, all sister's, if anyone interested in role-playing one they're open to interpretation.
Mate- somewhere down the road I'd like to have this bachelor settle down but before he develops even worse trust issues. I want him broken before he's rewarded with love.
Dharma.
Dharma is the sweetest soul you'll ever meet and the world just keeps shitting on her. She's newly blind and been left for dead. Starving and sightless she is quite the damper on the mood.
She's currently threading with rooster and well see where that goes before I open her up for much more. Feel free to suggest plots with her though!
Felix Is a ball of warm energy. Nothing really puts a damper on this hippie child's moods. He's a supportive friend and loves a good adventure. Open to whatever with him.
Friends- would be easy to make with Felix after all his name is latin for happy. He's a native to Graycott and could take some under his wing and show them the ropes.
Family- he's recently been separated from his mother who recently passed away. He's looking for that feeling of family once again. He's an only child and really thrives off of interaction.
Lovers- Felix is still boyish in his take on romance but it can't hurt to have puppy love that evolves into bigger things.
Mate- open for now.
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 11, 2018 23:55:18 GMT
He backed a couple of paces away, introducing personal space to the both of them. He realized he might of startled her and instantly felt apologetic for making her feel threatened. He lowered his head and let his tail go flaccid between his legs. Trying to make himself as amicable as possible.
"I'm sure you're great at catching rabbits. Sometimes the chase is just good fun." Warpaint responded, a genuine sincerity laced his words. His new arrival in Graycott had left him lonely. More than usual , and it seemed subconsciously he had begun run to yearn for companionship.
He eased onto his well muscled haunches and yawned gently. His brilliant gold eyes flashed in the daylight. He caught her name on his bat ears. Elizabeth, the sensible, soft name suited her. "Well met, Miss Elizabeth. Warpaint at your service, or just Paint." He dipped his head in a formal greeting and flashed a quick smile.
" So Miss Elizabeth, are you new around here?" He gave a quick glance around before peering back at her. "I myself am new here. I hope I'm not being too forward, but would you care to explore together? I'm sure there's safety in numbers." He waited patiently for her answer, taking the time to look at his surroundings.
------ Feel free to god mod. And lol paint has morphed into Jane Eyre lmao
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 11, 2018 18:52:19 GMT
And just like that the world was exploding around her. Yelps and snarls echoed beside her, the sound of bodies scuffling thrummed in dull resonance near her. She cringed and trembled, trying to shrink into herself. But what was there to hide behind, jutting spears for ribs or perhaps her silhouette of a collar bone. She quivered. It was terribly frightening to imagine what went on beside her, she had seen before, she could imagine horrors. The last thing her beautiful blue and brown eyes had ever looked upon were monsters. The kind that terrorize you and then lock you with memory of them by blinding you.
She whimpered softly to herself when terror gave away enough to allow her to scent coyotes and a stranger. Today would not let her waste in despair. They seemed to be fighting over her, at least they wouldn't ravage her for a little while.
Then the stranger spoke. He spoke to her in clipped tones, scolding her for her stupidity. But in honesty the prairie was where she felt safe. Unlike the forest there was drastically less for her to trip over, she could wander slowly and learn her way around. She shrunk at his voice though, an alpha male was a cruel male .
Finally finding an utterance, she let her soft tones carry. "I am blind...the prairie is easier..for me to navigate." She said in a voice that conveyed her despair and embarrassment. She was careful to keep her milky eyes averted to her paws. Dharma tucked herself as tightly as her atrophied muscles would allow. Squirming beneath his gaze. She was nervous and afraid of the coyotes returning but she didn't know how she felt with this male so near. Maless always took and took more.
She was becoming distressed but kept her lips pressed firmly together. "I don't have much...or anything..please don't hurt me". And by hurt she meant physically overpower her and have their way. So much abuse had come to the golden pelted dog and she had become used to it. Her melody was resolved rather than terrified, as if she was already accustom to the thought of abuse from him.
She licked her lips and sighed, she was thirsty but that didn't matter did it.
---- Heart break in the background lmao. Rooster is a good noodle. Feel free to god mod!
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 11, 2018 17:23:44 GMT
Dharma rested under a tree, panting heavily as the heat of the summer day took it's toll on her. Thin and ragged, it didn't take much to overload her body. No matter how bleak she looked Dharma was just happy to be in the sun. She hated the cold with a penchant.
Her head rested on petite toes and her murky, unseeing eyes looked out over the vast blackness that consumed her sight. She could see outlines in just the right lighting but the view was easily lost. She sighed. Her stomach was beginning to growl and pangs of hunger ripped at her sides. Slowly and without much grace she drew herself to her paws, wobbling and shaking against her own volition.
Keeping her nose sunk to the ground, the starving cur rooted around. Drawing deep breaths that filled her ribs out painfully. She scratched listlessly until she was lucky enough to unearth a handful of grubs. She ate slowly , if she gorged herself it often gave her severe bloating.
Not caring to stand for to long, she collapsed in a heap beside her grubs . And haphazardly shuffled them before her. She was set to finish her meal of insects when a twig snapping caused her audits to flicker nervously. In instant submission she tucked her nose between her paws and cast her oblivious eyes to the ground.
"Who..who's there?" she asked meekly, her soft voice hardly carrying away from her starved frame. "I don't have much." She said even quieter. In her experience it was always best to just submit and take your bruises than to argue. Arguing left you blind and starving and at the whim of strangers.
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