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Post by WarPaint on Apr 11, 2018 17:00:16 GMT
This town was quiet and suited the bachelor. His nature was a persistent meanness that dominated over most of his life and interaction . The quiet was well quiet, not the anxiety inducing warble of others. His long legs carried him easily, swinging on autopilot on his destination to nowhere. When a breeze blew past him carrying a young lass with it.
He swirled quickly and watched as she raced after a rabbit. Her legs however could do her no justice and she fell short of the hare. He caught himself chuckling at her gusto as she shoved her head down the hole after her prize. He trotted over to her, something carried him away from his normal reserve, although not by much.
"Shame your legs weren't a tad longer. You would have caught that wily rabbit."He teased gently, his voice soft and harmonious and tinged with the staccato of the male. He cocked his head softly and let his Amber orbs peer over the stranger. A strangely bold move for him and something anyone would sense was...forward of him
---- Heyooo. Bringing ole Paint boy back out and his painful shyness. Feel free to god mod.
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 11, 2018 15:52:12 GMT
i wake at the first cringe of morning and my heart's already sinned
His snowy tarps easily caught the new brutes quips and the way his accent crawled over every pointed comment. Kor squinted his icy eyes in his typical imperial insolence. He waited for the other dog to finish his speech and made a point to yawn at his chastising. When the brute said he was only hustling over to check on the brown lumps Kor's jaw dropped. His blue eyes widened in astonishment . "To see if they need help... You can't be bloody serious. Those dirty brown beasts don't need your saving grace. " He snapped back. Rather incredulous that this dog considered those curs before his own kind.
"As for your lessons, save em Johnny boy. I was just having a bit of fun.."see that was the problem with Korvette, he learned when he pleased or at a dead crawl. It was his nature to be controlling and a overall bastard. Maybe if dear old mother had loved him he would...well nevermind he'd still be rotten.
He cocked his handsome head when he caught the tone of the stranger changing. Slipping into something distant he wasn't meant to understand. Squinting once more and tipping his head quizzically. "Oi, don't tell me you're getting all soft and tore up about these.. cow biscuits." The more he stared at the stranger the more he realized whatever haze of emotion overcoming wasn't purely from his harrasment of his precious bison.
" Bloodfire....shit...ok, if I promise to leave your damn heffalumps alone will ya quit getting teary eyed on me. Or I swear I'll toss ya in with the lot of them on the seven gods. I SWEAR it, Johnny Boy!" His statement had gained volume towards the end, emotion made him uncomfortable. His natural instinct was to just..avoid it. He cast a glance over his shoulder toward the bison bastards, they seemed uneasy with the two of them remaining near and Kor was sure Johnny boys emotions over there weren't assuring them any.
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 11, 2018 3:53:18 GMT
i wake at the first cringe of morning and my heart's already sinned
His breaths came in ragged torrents that made his ribs hurt worse than a shot in the ass. "Geez it's not like I actually bit that little..moving turd pile." He said aloud, not really talking to anyone but not really musing to himself either. He peaked an icy eye open to stare down the bison but in actuality he was making sure that vengeful mother wasn't on her way to give him round two. Deciding he was out of immediate danger, he closed his eyes once more only to be disturbed by the very southern drawl of a rednose.
Rolling to his bruised and battered underbelly, he snapped his head in the direction of the stranger. Peering down the length of his handsome, insolent muzzle. The stout build of a mottled mutt lumbered into his view and a coy smirk touched his black lips. Korvette was a stupid mixture of overcooked testosterone and machismo, the kind that did and said stupid shit for fun. "Oi, you gotta mouth that runs faster than your feet because I sure as hell didn't see you hustling to help any." Kor quipped back, he wasn't one to be chastised, especially when he made the dumb decision to be...naturally who he was. "And nobody said anything about those sweaty brown lumps down there hauling ass as quick as they did." He added. Honestly he hadn't expected them to move as fast they did and his bruised ribs were a testament.
TAG: @user | WORDS: ### | NOTES: HERE MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 10, 2018 23:15:50 GMT
i wake at the first cringe of morning and my heart's already sinned
Sinewy toes that looked like they had just wandered free of snow trotted forth. Ambling forward in a gate that reeked and oozed of excessive testosterone. Korvette had nothing to preoccupy him today, just a mild hunger and growing boredom egged him on. Graycott was different from his homeland, it was picturesque and pristine almost and incredibly boring. The nature of the prankster was challenged, the quiet of the sleepy towns and its surrounding praries left him alone with his thoughts. Something he wasn't keen on ever being introduced to for any extended period of time. His snow pelt reflected all the skeletons in his closet and he had just started getting good at out running them. His echoing mind had just begun to wander when a musky unfamiliar scent tinged his black nostrils.
He puckered his nose and drew in the aroma as deeply as he could. It was sincerely different from anything he had ever encountered. Excited at the prospect Korvette launched his body into a hearty lope, relishing the sensation of his muscles unfurling beneath his ivory pelt. Kor gave him self a shake mid-run and laughed foolishly to himself. Aye, maybe now he would begin to have some fun. The surrounding prairie around him had grown tall in the absence of humans tending it and he was forced to pump the brakes when the grass abruptly ended. Depositing him firmly on the edge of a bison herd; his forelegs dug deep into the soft earth leaving rows of skidmarks behind him.
Korvette's ice blue eyes drank in the scene before him. These hulking brown brutes grazed lazily, swishing their tails in lazy appreciation of the sunny days. "Now what in the seven hells are you..?" He tossed the question to the nearest beast. He rose to all four and shook out his pelt, flexing his paws that had begun to throb. Walking slowly around the herd, he noticed a few brown things were significantly smaller than the rest. "Oh..so these behemoth mountains of moving shit have babes..." He pondered out loud. Without a thought he drove straight into the heart of the herd, running like a bat out of hell. "Oh this is gonna be great fun." He thought to himself as he snapped at one of the bison calfs, turning only when a trumpet of anger sounded behind him. A mother bison in all of her glowering rage charged after him. She closed the distance between them with surprising gusto and a dull horn manged to snag Kor in the side. Effectively tossing him some way away from the calves. "Oh that..that's gonna hurt like hell later." Kor realized his mistake and withdrew himself, dodging angry feet and hot breath as he raced out of the herd. Resting only when he reached the top of a grassy knoll. Rolling to his side, he let the adrenaline wash over him like a bath. Sometimes he wondered if he had a death wish.
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 10, 2018 14:29:40 GMT
The year is 2050, through their own hand humans have nearly caused their own extinction. Their absence left the doorway open for canines to attain the mantle of dominant species. But stirrings of wolves regaining numbers and strength are becoming more than just a whisper and humans are being sighted in the hills more frequently. Will dogs remain the top species or will their come crumbling down. Perhaps live as a stray, or join a pack. Maybe even start your own if you've got the spine. -- TheSpine is a fresh new semi-realistic feral canine rpg. Plenty of boards for plot creation, low word count, staff availability, pack creation open, and half wolf characters welcome. Do you have TheSpine to survive..?
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