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Post by siua on Aug 12, 2005 12:01:30 GMT -5
A ginger coated dog entered; hopefully followed by an Irish Red and white Setter. Tyrant wasnt here. He nodded to Reviere, head now lower in a sign of respect.
I found another dog in want of joining the gang..
Was muttered, still not giving a direct gaze at the female. That was disrespectful. He moved to his nest, sitting down. He would leave it to her now.
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Strider
Loner
Listen to the avatar!
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Post by Strider on Aug 12, 2005 20:17:55 GMT -5
OOC: Ok... where do I go?
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Post by .::Tyrant::. on Aug 13, 2005 2:40:53 GMT -5
ooc: You go to 'The rest of the gang~Trials' in The Deserted Woodland. ^____^
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Post by .::Tyrant::. on Aug 13, 2005 2:51:18 GMT -5
The Snappy Esterela Mountain dog looked up from her nest as Feraimo approached. Bayarn gave a soft grunt in greeting to the pharoah hound, whom he had not yet met, then rested his head on his paws and closed his eyes, slipping into a doze.
"Ok. I'll take it from here," Said Reverie, pleased that the dog was showing respect to her despite the fact that he had been recently promoted. That was good. He was catching on fast.
The female pulled herself to her paws, just as Riley came bounding down the hill, quivering with excitement, plume swaying madly. As soon as the Irish Red and White Setter laid eyes on Reverie, he sank into a crouch nd crawled forward, still shaking with anticipation.
Reverie cocked and eyebrow as the male reached up and licked her respectfully on the chin, although a small smile did play upon her lips. "What's you name, dog?" She asked.
"Riley, Maam. Riley Fynn. I wish to join the gang taht you serve." The younger male replied, dark eyes gleaming.
Reverie nodded slowly, coffee occuli scanning the eager male. Lean. Lithe. Quick. Perhaps a hunter? She thought, then, Doesn't seem to hace the brain of a scout. She chuckled as her gaze met Riley's hopeful eyes, which was a rare occurance for Reverie.
"Alright, mutt. Make youirself comfortable. You can wait for Tyrant to return and see what he says." She said, curling into a ball once more. Riley flopped into a lying position, lying spread-eagled over the dry earth, a series of loud thumps issuing from near his rear as his tail smacked against the ground time and time again.
ooc: -huggles Riley-
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Post by siua on Aug 13, 2005 4:53:59 GMT -5
Feraimo sighed, and lay on his side. A grunt. Thats all he got? He did nothing more now, just wonder if maybe he done the job wrong? His head lifted slightly to gaze around, before lowering it again. He doubted that he would get any friends. Was it better when he was an outsider? A sigh emitted from his vocals once more, yet a quiet one that the others wouldnt hear. He thought a gang would be great, many dogs to talk to, and such. But, right now this didnt seem like the best thing in the world. He felt like he was captive, unable to escape. After a while, he got to a stand, and moved out of the den to sit at the entrance, so he could see the stars above. So much for a good life... Was thought. His old owner had wished him a Good Life, yet it didnt seem to come true. |
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Post by .::Tyrant::. on Aug 13, 2005 8:34:48 GMT -5
The sweet-natured setter's auds were erect, dark eyes darting eagerly round the clearing, absorbing every detail of his maybe, hopefulley, future home. His gaze, after swooping over the thorn bushes that perhced atop the crest of the slopes to every side of him, finally landed on a small gap in the scrub, where Feraimo sat. Riley cocked his head, tongue lolling from parted jaws as the sun beat down upone his back. He looks down. The male thought, a puzzled expression flitting across his gentle features.
"Hello, sir. Thanks for leading me here." He said, crawling over to the pharoah hound and bowing his head respectfully. A smile shaped his lips and his plume took up wagging, as if he himself seeming happy would, in turn, cheer up Feraimo.
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Post by siua on Aug 13, 2005 9:21:04 GMT -5
Seeing the other aproach, Feraimos head shot round to look at Riley. He heard his words, and nodded slightly. A small smile was painted on his lips, though he was still in thought. He nodded his thanks, and again looked up at the sky. Yet, he felt bad not saying anything to the Setter and just staying quiet.. His muzzle parted, to talk. The tone in which it was said was normals, with a tint of happyness.
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Thankyou, Riley. Call me Feraimo. I'm not the one you should be respecting... But I'm so glad you joined the gang.
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View was turning around. Maybe he would go patrolling? He would ponder about life in the process.. But, life was always strange. It produced so many questions not able to be answered. |
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Post by .::Tyrant::. on Aug 13, 2005 14:18:30 GMT -5
Riley smiled and nodded, plume increasing its speed, if that was possile. "Ok si.... Feraimo. And I'm glad I am getting the oppurtunity to join, thanks to you. I just hope your Lord thinks I good enough to join." His tone was confident, but not cocky. He had been waiting for the oppurtunity to join a gang for a whole year. He simply /couldn't/ be turned down now.
"What rank are you, Feraimo?" The question slipped from his lips and he gazed up at the Pharoah hound; he was still crouching in a submissive stance.
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Post by siua on Aug 13, 2005 14:22:51 GMT -5
Scout
It was said in a simple tone, as he turned to look at the setter once more. A grin was now on his lips, though reveiling sharp fangs. Eyes glared around the area. It was a lovely place. Yet sometimes he still wished to be in human hands, loved and cared for.
I'm the Lord will accept you. |
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Post by .::Tyrant::. on Aug 13, 2005 14:50:29 GMT -5
ooc: Me need to go now I think. Sorreh. Probably see you tomorrow. -huggles- Buh bye Suia!
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Post by siua on Aug 13, 2005 14:54:58 GMT -5
[Aww! -huggles back- Bye!!!!!!!! -runs around-]
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Post by .::Tyrant::. on Oct 12, 2005 11:27:26 GMT -5
ooc: Awwwww... -feels bad- I never replied to this..... =[ Sorry, Suia. I'm gonna lock this thread now.... but yeah. -hugs Suia-
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