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Post by INNOCENCE xx on Jun 25, 2011 11:33:32 GMT -5
TUCKER;; Wag, wag, the tail goes around.
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xx. SPLASH! SPLISH! KERRRPLUNK! A young basset hound flew into the creek, making loud noises all around him. His long pink tongue hung out of his jaws as he flopped around in the water. His tail wagged furiously showing the mood of the young lad. Once cooled off, he climbed out of the water and gave a hard shake.
xx. Unbalanced with such a hard shake on his three legs, he went slipping and sliding in the mud, face planting into the weeds beyond the creek. "Oooof!! I'm such a goof!" Shaking his head, he climbed back onto his legs, wobbling slightly and grumbling, then gaining his balance. Sighing he walked back to the water and dipped his muzzle into it, taking a nice long drink.
xx. Floppy ears pricked to some sort of noise in the distance. Perhaps someone from this.. pack.. he had joined not too long ago? His tail wagged faster and he lifted his head, letting his wide eyes scan the horizon for the approacher. "Hello there! I am tucker. Would you like to play with me?" He called out happily. He was very excited to see if he could play
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demonlover
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This is my scary demon face
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Post by demonlover on Jul 21, 2011 13:59:30 GMT -5
Black Demon had never encountered the likes of this before. Everywhere he stepped the ground mushed around his paws. What is this stuff? the large mutt wondered to himself. Having grown up on the streets of the city, he had never encountered mud before. He picked his feet up as high as he could, trying to avoid the gooey mess. He then noticed a creek flowing beside the mush. He jumped into it trying to get the mud off his long legs. He always loved to play in puddles as a pup, and as he grew up this love never left him. And really, what was this creek but a giant puddle? He splashed around barking happily for a bit before trotting off down the creek, remaining in the water so as to avoid the mud he so despised. He flicked his upright ear toward a voice some ways ahead of him, unsure if he had actually heard something. Then he heard it again, and this time the voice asked if he wanted to play! Black Demon approached the other dog, his long pink tongue lolling out of his wolflike muzzle. “Hi! I’m Black Demon! But you can just call me whatever you like.” he barked dropping into a play bow. “ And I’d love to play with you!”
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