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Post by *[L]ovely* on Aug 24, 2008 22:04:53 GMT -5
Fawn colored paws silently trotted through the research facility Hm.. Nice and quiet, Good! sounded a voice in Glitch's head, the large brute sat looking over the room. The nocked over tables and papers strewn across the floor. The great brute sighed and looked at the darkened walls a song that he had herd somewhere played in his head, and he started to hum the tune. His obvious anti-social life seeped through every aspect of his existence like mud between your pads. The room crackled as it settled in the cold air of autumn. Glitch got up and silently padded behind the table, a mass amount of papers lay strewn there. He laid down on them and closed his eyes, an instant sleep washed over him like a silver blanket of nightmares.
His large paw twitched as he slept. His fawn colored paws moved swiftly through the forest his paws pounding on the cold hard dirt, he was running from and invisible fiend an explosive yelp flew from his tongue as he tripped over a cypress knee, he stumbled and rolled through the forest. Spinning everything was spinning to him. the spinning finally stopped and he was pinned to the dirt of the forest floor by other Fawn colored paws. Glitch looked up only to see himself snarling and snapping at him. He squealed like a small pup and wriggled under his own grasp. His dream ended abruptly when he shot up, ears erect he could smell another dog.
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Post by {Dragonfly} on Sept 9, 2008 18:21:57 GMT -5
A rather young female walked through the old building, inhaling all the scents, old and new. This place had always seemed so dark and sad, teeming with memories of another dog's pain. She hated to be there, but she was tired, and she needed rest. She wandered through the halls, not looking for anything in particular. Maybe a bed, but she didn't really think she's be so lucky as to find one in this dump. She continued through the halls, until an odd scent entered tickled her nose. It was familiar, another dog, but this place was so full of that smell she didn't notice it at first. She knew it was another living dog, not just the memory of what used to be. She turned right without even bothering to stop and make sure the smell was in fact what she thought it was. She didn't want to chance a fight; she was too tired, and would surely loose. The space she crawled into was cramped, but comfortable. She fell asleep in no time at all, still half awake in case the smell got closer. If the dog was looking for a fight, she wanted a good chance to get away.
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