Post by Mugen on Aug 31, 2009 23:18:05 GMT -5
((Hope you don't mind rping with my newest charrie =3))
The dark colored poodle had no idea exactly where she was, except for on the coast of the water. I have no idea where I'm going. Juliet had only been in this country for almost a year and still had not figured out what to do. From what she's seen if you're not a house dog you're either a fighting dog or running around in some pack. Although both required some fighting and the rumors of living in a pack didn't sound all too appealing to her either. She had met a few dogs on the way her, her paws taking her wherever they may, and some spoke good while others spoke the bad.
"I can't keep wandering though" she said to herself while walking along the coast. Since she had been here she had yet to meet another dog or human for that matter. The weather was getting pretty bad, a couple drops of rain hitting her on her head. Better get to shelter while I can. Juliet started to run and the rain started to get worse. There was supposed to be an abandoned ship from what the dogs had said before coming to this area. "There!" She ran onto the ship and into a room where she could wait out the storm that was coming. Thunder clanged in the sky with lightning flashing. She huddled in the room, watching it all from the open door, sighing. It was times like this she wished she hadn't left the circus life. "I hate storms. I hate being alone..." Juliet was once a beloved pet. Cherished and spoiled...now she was trying to live the life of a street dog. "A pack sounds good right about now..."
((sorry, bad starting thread >_o but I wanted to get this going))
The dark colored poodle had no idea exactly where she was, except for on the coast of the water. I have no idea where I'm going. Juliet had only been in this country for almost a year and still had not figured out what to do. From what she's seen if you're not a house dog you're either a fighting dog or running around in some pack. Although both required some fighting and the rumors of living in a pack didn't sound all too appealing to her either. She had met a few dogs on the way her, her paws taking her wherever they may, and some spoke good while others spoke the bad.
"I can't keep wandering though" she said to herself while walking along the coast. Since she had been here she had yet to meet another dog or human for that matter. The weather was getting pretty bad, a couple drops of rain hitting her on her head. Better get to shelter while I can. Juliet started to run and the rain started to get worse. There was supposed to be an abandoned ship from what the dogs had said before coming to this area. "There!" She ran onto the ship and into a room where she could wait out the storm that was coming. Thunder clanged in the sky with lightning flashing. She huddled in the room, watching it all from the open door, sighing. It was times like this she wished she hadn't left the circus life. "I hate storms. I hate being alone..." Juliet was once a beloved pet. Cherished and spoiled...now she was trying to live the life of a street dog. "A pack sounds good right about now..."
((sorry, bad starting thread >_o but I wanted to get this going))
; >.> -bad person goes to dark corner of shame- ......