"Could it be?"-stray dog roleplay-Accepting/OPEN

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(Alright.)

The fae, feeling restless, and not able to sleep, she blinked open deep blue eyes, and stood up slowly, her ears pinned back. She slowly walked out of the den, shaking out her fur, before heading towards the exit of camp.

Tess slowly skirted the edge of the forest, knowing a trail to get to the city. You could get some pretty good tasting scraps of meat- if you were lucky. Or if you knew where to go. The fae skirted around the edges, baring her teeth at and humans that glanced at her.
She kept walking, lifting her maw for any scent.

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Duncan

A massive yawn escaped from Duncan's maw and he looked over his shoulder. There, coming up the rise towards him was a fae, far off in the distance. Other dogs? This was news to him. But, instead, he tried to play it cool. The Doberman cross slowed his pace so that the other dog may catch up with him, or possibly start a conversation.

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The fur on her shoulders began to bristle. She was never fond of new dogs. She stopped, fixing her gaze on him, studying him carefully. Then she spoke. "Who you might you be?" She asked, nonchalantly, but her fur on her shoulders was still high.

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Duncan

"Ah, mademoiselle. I do not believe I have seen you in these parts," The black dog said, quite ignoring the question. He halted as well and came to one side of the female, looking her up and down. "As for who I am, my name is Duncan. Fellow lady-friend everywhere. And who might this dame be that I lay eyes upon?" Duncan gave a killer grin as he lay the flirting quite thick.

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She tensed herself. The fae flicked her tail, suppressing a growl when he came to the side of her. She turned her skeek head to face him. "Well, misère, I do not take kindly to such flattery." For such flattery is not my type.
"Well, Duncan.." She paused, her tail flicking, as something flashed in her eyes. "Do you really want to know? Are you so tempted as to know?" She asked, the sly grin forming upon her maw.

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Duncan

Obviously oblivious, the Doberman gave something of a toothy grin and raised his head. His floppy ears came to one side as he inclined his head to the left.
"I don't see why not." Duncan woofed. "It's always interesting to know those who can resist my charms,"

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She flicked her ears, tilting her head forward. "It's Tess." She said simply. "And your charms? " She snorted with amusement, as her tail wagged. "I don't fall for the such, Lad." She barked.

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Duncan

"Ah," Duncan said sarcastically. "But that's what they all say at first!" As if he did not have a care in the world the canine sat where he stood and lifted his hind leg to scratch at his left ear. "So, where does Tess come from?" The Doberman cross asked with interest.

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She widened her eyes in mock surprise. "I'm not one for love. Never have been, never will be." The merle fae stated simply. She glanced at him, before turning back, as she slowly sat down. "The streets." The Catahoula flicked an ear.

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Duncan

"Phhff," The Doberman responded vaguely as he lowered his hind leg. "What kind of story is that? The streets could mean anywhere. Where were you born? Where are you now?" He paused to inspect a hamburger wrapper, seemingly empty. He nosed it for a moment before sitting straight again. "What's Tess's favourite meal? What breed of dog does she fancy?" A grin. "The usual stuff."