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Post by Lakota™ on Aug 14, 2008 14:47:29 GMT -5
 Ah, generally, he was a nasty little creature. Though he did have a little bit of a kinder side, even though he is the dark leader, he is still just one year and still learning what a cruel place the world can really be and the cruel soul he has to be. Though, it was not everyone who saw this side, only a few really did seem him be nice and that was it. Normally he was a mean dog and that was the way that he’d be. Even though a lot of the time he did seem clam and like he was nice, but when you got to know him. You’d find out what a dog he is. Ah, he was complicated and not very simple to understand, even if he was a year old and in this case, a puppy. He was still a leader and he knew how leaders act. His father was one and now he was, so this was not new territory for him at all. Which was a good thing, if he was new to being a leader and he was still a puppy, he didn’t think the others who where in this pack, or his pack would take a good liking to that, but oh well. He didn’t really care much. The funny thing that he always found out, was that others did not know he was the leader of the dark pack. Which was more funny when they found out how cruel and dark this little puppy was really.
His small puppy like figure walked around this place that he was on. No, he did not care to where he was. Harley went wherever he pleased and that was that. If he was one someone else’s land, it would be like. Stuff it, I don’t care. That was just how this young little puppy was. With how he was walking, you could just see that there was this little bit of pride that he had in him. Harley being a leader and all, that was just how he was. Seeing he was mostly above a lot of other canines that where out there. Though do not mistake him for only being a year old, he didn’t care what you thought about it. He was a leader and he had the hottest b.itch, or in his eyes as his mate. Cyanide. Oh how he was in love with her little Border Collie body, not that she was little, she was bigger than him and he did love her for it. So her size to his didn’t matter that much. Harley came to a halt now, and sat where he was standing, pushing his hunches to the ground in one strong movement, or as strong as his puppy body could manage. He was a boxer altogether, but he didn’t look like one. Though his size was boxer like, his face looked more Great Dane than anything. But oh well. It didn’t matter to him again. Now he waited, for someone else to come, or whatever, he didn’t mind being alone, but some other company would have been nice. Or something like that.
- Words: 0528
- Character: Harley.
- For: Anybody.
- Status: Finished.
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Post by Wolf who howls at the moon on Aug 14, 2008 14:59:33 GMT -5
Anevey knew he had a kind side and yet saw it once, when she was a pup. She knows enough to stay calm and out of trouble around him and he would ignore her. Anevey was not really scared of him but she wouldn't go near him. She was respectful of him as her leader and wanted nothing to do with the trouble makers in the pack. She went out of her way to stay out of trouble.
Slowly walking up to him she woofed a shy "Whats wrong?" And rolled over exposing her belly.
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Post by Lakota™ on Aug 14, 2008 15:08:33 GMT -5
Excuse me, but. I haven't finished this post yet xD, so yeah. Can you lay a dib on the post? So say you'll post after me. And your post isn't long enough too.
Thanks, and I'm sorry for the trouble. |
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Post by Wolf who howls at the moon on Aug 14, 2008 15:10:21 GMT -5
how long do they have to be???
oops sorry
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Post by Lakota™ on Aug 14, 2008 15:15:50 GMT -5
They have to be 200 words or more. And its alright. Don't worry about it. |
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Post by Lakota™ on Aug 14, 2008 16:56:41 GMT -5
Post finished. Anyone is free to reply |
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Post by »Cyanide on Aug 14, 2008 19:09:33 GMT -5
Cyanide headed back through the tunnel and emerged on the island. She inhaled deeply and smirked at the scent. She could smell other dogs that had come this way and traveled. Her ice blue orbs were locked a head of her, scanning around. Ears were lifted on either side of her head, acoustics cupping any faint noise that might come to them. Lower jaw dropped, salmon pink tongue lolling out and resting over her bottom two canines as she panted slightly. Blades and pelvis pulled the vixen forward. Paws hardly made a noise on the ground but they left perfect imprints behind.
Her tail was held up behind her, swaying from the motion of the gait. Above the sunlight had dipped behind a few clouds, briefly engulfing her in semi darkness. She thrived in darkness and decay. Her sense of humor was as cold as snow and ice. Cyanide was generally a sardonic creature, laughing at others pain and suffering. It gave her a thrill and rush to be able to make fun of those less fortunate than her. Hell, she ruled a pack. What power that held. She gave a pleasureable shiver as she moved and pressed her nose to the ground, picking up Harley's scent. Another smirk came across her face as she quickened her pace.
Harley was her co leader. Cyanide was mean and unforgiving and thats how she liked it. She would never change for anyone. Anyone who dared to force her, would meet their untimely death and probably really badly beaten up. Her nose quivered as she eventually spied the boxer and stopped beside him.
"Hey boyo. What do we have here? Fresh new meat?" Cyanide asked in a smooth and seductive tone as she slipped her haunches into a sitting position beside Harley, forelegs coming around to her chest keeping her upper body erect. She was looking at the other dog but moved her eyes back onto Harley. Her pink tongue rested over her back incisors as she waited for him to respond. She knew he would know that she wasn't meaning him as fresh new meat, it was the canine before them. |
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