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Post by Isabella on Sept 2, 2008 21:22:55 GMT -5
Step… step… crunch… crunch… The sound of the crumbling of the leaves beneath her sugary paws. Bella – short for Isabella; was simply wandering out on her own. Where to? What for? Why? So many questions that could be yet… to remain unanswered. Oh what a pity it was. She didn’t care. The seemingly well-groomed Siberian husky was the abstract against the autumn feel, the colors or reds, oranges, bronze and gold’s. Iced eyes touched the sketch of the old gas station that rested only a few meters before her. A sigh drifted from her throat; shaking her head a little bit. Now, other than this old gas station, where in the hell was she? A moist black nose touched the touch-less air, trying to catch a scent of maybe another K-9 lurking around perhaps? Ah well, what ever. She didn’t catch one. A sigh loosened from her throat; tickling it slightly. A light breeze just barely touched the tips of the colorless coat of white. The flecks of black on the tips of her ears and a little bit on her cheeks gave her a rather… odd distinction compared to familiar Siberian huskies. Well, it was rare.
Whatever.
“… Hmn.”
Yet, another sigh tickled the back of her throat as her paws kissed the ground once more. Shoulders rolled in a shrug like manner, she continued walking, and feeling slightly nauseated from the smell of old gasoline. Not… a really pleasant scent to smell.
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Post by Äsþhålt [Asphalt] on Sept 3, 2008 0:41:13 GMT -5
♥ Silently, she trotted around alone. Very alone. It was so quiet... lonesome almost. Having it be this quiet was slightly awkward. She had been wandering for hours now. And her small puppy stomach was beginning to rumble. "Oh shush!" she hissed, looking down at it. It was so stubborn. When was the last time she had eaten a meal? Probably about 2 hours ago. She was too enerjetic, but there was no way she could help it. She was still a pup, so she needed to eat a lot to help herself grow... right? Most definitely. It just got annoying to her when her stomach growled every five seconds.
♥Cleo inhaled deeply, but all that filled her nose was the burning scent of gasoline. She coughed and sneezed several times, whimpering slightly. Wow it was strong. It literally burned her nose! She snorted, padding forward silently. Then, another scent filled her little nose. The scent of dog.
♥ Cleo dashed forward, but then realised how stupid this was of her. Cleo was only 13 months old, she'd be dead before she could even announce my name. That is, if they were bad. So instead, she approached cautiously now. Cleo yipped silently to let them know she was near. It was always better to do so, right? At least, from what she remebered of what her parents told her. She was fairly young when they had told her, but Cleo had a good memory. They didn't need to be here to tell her what to do anyways. They were in heaven. She could always hear their voices ringing in her ears... oh how she missed them...
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Words;; 281 Puppet;; Cleo Mood;; excited, cautious, hungry Comments;; Not my best post...
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