Post by skitch on Aug 13, 2005 10:37:57 GMT -5
Skitch's nose was pressed to the ground as she entered the 'skate park'. The sun was low in the sky now, only a few filtered rays glared through the low clouds; sunset.
Raising her maw, Skitch allowed her mismatched irised eyes to gaze about thoughtfully.
"What an odd place.. " she thought too herself as she gazed about with building anticipation, ears folding a little.
Raising her muzzle a little, Skitch sniffed at the breeze. There didn't seem to be other dogs around at this very moment, and it didn't seem as though she was trespassing on any serious pack-territory. Rocking back to sit on her haunches, Skitch contemplated making the Skate Park a tempoary haunt, perhaps just for the next few days, until she had things sorted. From a first glance, it seemed safe enough.
Again, her mismatched eyes cast a soft gaze over the strange concrete haven. It was obviously made by humans, no natural thing would form like this. Her head tilted a little, as she wondered what use humans would have for concrete mounds and ramps. Stooping a little, she moved to stretch her back out, her lithe, agile frame moving in the most graceful manner.
Yawning a little, she straightened her stance and padded forth. Stopping to sniff rather curiously, yet intensely at a small concrete mound, she found it to be covered in some form of writing. Her ears perked a little as she stared at the graffitti; naturally, she couldn't make out what it was saying.. but the strange shapes were amusing to look at. Only for a moment.
(< OOC: Sorry.. that definetely isn't my best. I'm not used to board RPing, I hope to get better. My apologies. >)
Raising her maw, Skitch allowed her mismatched irised eyes to gaze about thoughtfully.
"What an odd place.. " she thought too herself as she gazed about with building anticipation, ears folding a little.
Raising her muzzle a little, Skitch sniffed at the breeze. There didn't seem to be other dogs around at this very moment, and it didn't seem as though she was trespassing on any serious pack-territory. Rocking back to sit on her haunches, Skitch contemplated making the Skate Park a tempoary haunt, perhaps just for the next few days, until she had things sorted. From a first glance, it seemed safe enough.
Again, her mismatched eyes cast a soft gaze over the strange concrete haven. It was obviously made by humans, no natural thing would form like this. Her head tilted a little, as she wondered what use humans would have for concrete mounds and ramps. Stooping a little, she moved to stretch her back out, her lithe, agile frame moving in the most graceful manner.
Yawning a little, she straightened her stance and padded forth. Stopping to sniff rather curiously, yet intensely at a small concrete mound, she found it to be covered in some form of writing. Her ears perked a little as she stared at the graffitti; naturally, she couldn't make out what it was saying.. but the strange shapes were amusing to look at. Only for a moment.
(< OOC: Sorry.. that definetely isn't my best. I'm not used to board RPing, I hope to get better. My apologies. >)
But I'm afraid all my dogs are busy at the moment, and may be busy for some time. You /could/ go to the borders and Tyrant can accept you. But prehaps it'd be fun for one of the gang members to find you and accuse you of trespassing..