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Post by Feral on Apr 9, 2009 3:13:28 GMT -5
He wondered what was up with the big dog. First he went all Rambo on them then he just stared off into space. But he would not shatter the mood now that things had calmed. Chalking it up to just another weird encounter with another dog, Ghest would exhale. Giving a huff at the grandpa comment, he would feign annoyance. "Very funny." Setting himself in the warm sand he'd yawn broadly. What a night it had been...
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Post by Amon on Apr 10, 2009 11:12:23 GMT -5
Lovely was it to lay in the soft white sand and relax. All three dogs were in a row; Ghest the older hunting dog, Goldie the blue hybrid, and Mud the lost dog. It was after such an ordeal, calamity returned to the beach shore. On the warming sands, to the sound of a gently rolling ocean, the tender sound of water kissing the sands before returning, a rhythm a slow time.
The triumph of chaos leads to a sweet silence of the afterward. Placid breathing of taking all the peace and being together led Goldie and Muddy to fall asleep in the rising sun of dawn. The golden-red touches of the morning star caressed the sands and the greenery affectionately, giving life and warmth to all...
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Post by Feral on Apr 11, 2009 0:09:41 GMT -5
((Well. I can't think of much more to add. So I shall let this topic end here and pick up at a later time. :3))
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Post by Amon on Apr 11, 2009 11:38:15 GMT -5
(Fine with me! :3)
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