saizo
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Post by saizo on Mar 29, 2010 16:42:54 GMT -5
Caramon a mainly white,with a rusty color and black on his pelt. Rust colored shades on white parts of pelt,on his muzzle,paws,and ears. Slightly dark green eyes,the red rust color of muzzle,ears and paws get darker as it goes down.
The rusty looking male walked silently towards the abandoned farm house that seemed to not be used for years. Dust covered the door and the roof and the floor of the farm house.
Camon took care not to be attacked without his knowing about it.His dark colored pelt helped him blend into the darkness of the night and of the abandoned farm house. The land looked fresh and ready to use, and yet no one had been here in years. The male sniffed the air,a moist old scent went past his scent glands as he did this.
The rutsy canine placed his paw on the door,a cold chill washed over him, and yet he forced the door to open.Dust filled his nostrails forcing him to sneeze.
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ahuraking
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Look Alive Sunshine.
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Post by ahuraking on Oct 1, 2010 16:49:58 GMT -5
((Is this still open?))
Darkness began to approach her as the paranoid doberman made a made dash through the darkening woods. Twilight was already in motion as she padded quickly through rough terrain, disturbing the silence with the harsh patter of her paws, the faint jingle from her plastic color, and the continuous chorus of whining. But she couldn't help it, for she was deathly afraid of the dark...
This world of Japan was incredibly dangerous for a skittish dog like her, full of lustful warlords, fiendish murderers, killer bears, and monstrous experiments that can grow to the size of a full grown monster. The outer world seen to be much scarier than the horrid laboratory she escape from, by sheer chance. She may be a lab animal, she she dose not have the abnormal strength and size of one, just the panic-stricken paranoia of one. Death and decay seem to have taken over the world as it did during her stay at the labs. Even though many are willing to tell stories about the heroic Ginga Legends, she still can't seem to find peace here, even though there are some who are right and just. She had to hide now, hide from the cruel world before it gets too dark.
The lean female came upon a small abandon farm, perhaps several decades old from the looks of it. Her heart nearly skipped a beat at joy seem to faintly excite her as she near the place at a softer pace. Finally, she has found shelter, a place to hide out from the world... for now
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saizo
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Post by saizo on Oct 14, 2010 16:40:44 GMT -5
(Yes its still open)
Caramon had entered the farm house and found a nice soft patch of hay in the far left corner of the building. It was easier to see if there would be any enemies coming. The sound of another padding up towards the farm house automatically alerted the male. Getting to his paws slowly, yet keeping himself crouched down low in case of an attack. There was nothing he hated more than to be attacked at night when his body required rest.
Waiting for the canine to appear, nothing but readiness filled his thoughts. Mr.Rusty's muscles flexed and tensed as he kept his position. How much longer could the silence go on?
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Karinne
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ಠ_ಠ No...Just no.
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Post by Karinne on Jan 23, 2011 1:43:01 GMT -5
Karinne's paws drummed on the moist earth, as she sprinted after a bird. She had chased it right out of her territory, and though she wasn't hungry, a meal was always nice. Using her retractable claws she pivoted and zigzagged after the surprisingly fast bird. Moisture made her fur stick uncomfortably, and she was starting to slow. As she slowed, she large building yawn in front of her. It was probably a barn or shed, carelessly abandoned by humans. Her sensitive nose could still pick up their stale scent.
Another scent flowed to her nostrils. Dog. One must have been bunking down to avoid the chilly night weather inside. Soft feed could be heard plodding not far off. Karinne was known to be a prankster. Crouching low, she crawled downwind of the approaching canine and up to a window. As soon as the other dog walked in, sh would pounce through the window, snarling like a bear! Their faces would be hilarious! She squealed inside at the thought of the tremendous fun. A slick scent hit her nose, bear? she took another sniff but the scent was gone. Bunching her muscles she readied herself to spring...
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