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song; every teardrop is a waterfall
gender; male
relationships; crushes on many females,
but single
sexuality; he is straight, but never knows if some day that might change
tags; Savion
at first feeling; super excited, pleased, hyper
soon feeling; super happy, pleased
with his find and how he remembered who the Samoyed is, curious
lastly feeling; super happy, a bit bad for Savion,
dominant, impatient

ｓ ｐ ｅ ｎ ｃ ｅ ｒ wagged his tail faster, nose lifted to the air as he continued to scent out the dog. Finally , it came into view- a Samoyed! Spencer remembered seeing a Samoyed was in the experiment... What was his name?!? Right, Savion!!!"Hi!!! Savion is your name, right?" He barked, eyes filled with energy and he pranced around the other dog. The big boxer's tongue lolled out of his mouth, and than he rolled it in, to sniff Savion's face, and than try to sniff his rump through his tucked tail. After he got a good whiff of his scent, Spencer lifted his head to it's normal spot, and sat down, seeming even taller. "I'm Spencer, in case you didn't know." Spence added on, tilting his head slightly. "But you can call me Spence, to be quick." T'was than that he noticed the dog was scared and submitting, and he lowered his head to the other dog's height, eyes soft. He thought about saying that it was fine, but then, when he though about it, it was better for him to have dominance... Spencer lifted his head again, tongue lolling out of his moiuth again as he waited for any reply. Then he began to squirm, hating sitting still.

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With wide brown eyes, he stared at Spencer. The boxer was large - larger than him, definitely. (But, then again, Savion's considered a bit small for his breed.) Positive energy was rolling off of him in torrents, crashing over Savion's unsteady frame and intimidating him beyond belief. How was he supposed to approach this happy, go-lucky dog?

Wracking his brain for a translation of his questions, Savion finally drew in a deeper breath and tried to steady himself. He managed to relax his tail, but his ears stayed glued to his head. With a thick accent, the Samoyed spoke in rugged English; "D-da, I am Savion. Hello?"

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song; every teardrop is a waterfall
gender; male
relationships; crushes on many females,
but single
sexuality; he is straight, but never knows if some day that might change
tags; Savion
at first feeling; mischievous, teasing
soon feeling; bored, impatient...
lastly feeling; happy, slightly amused.

ｓ ｐ ｅ ｎ ｃ ｅ ｒ couldn't help but chuckle slightly as the male just stared at him, smile turning into a smirk. He cocked his head the other way, tail-wagging slowing down slightly. His maw opened wide in an enormous yawn, and than Spencer stretched out his back, hoping Savion would reply soon. He could tell that Savion was nervous, scared, intimidated perhaps, and for that he gave the Samoyed a bit more time to reply, tempted as he was to continuously talk and ask questions. But finally, it had been too long- all Savion did was sheepishly stare. "Well?" Spence demanded, raising a brow as he wriggled slightly on his seat.

Finally, Savion took a deep breath, and looked thoughtful. The big male boxer watched as his tail slowly relaxed, and than looked at his ears- but they stayed put. Spencer cocked his head the other way slightly at his thick accent- very, very, very strong. Slightly hard to understand, but after a bit of thinking the big male knew what he had said. He chuckled, speed of his tail-wag gaining again. "Heh. Thought so. Uh, hi...? Just wondering, where do you come from?" He asked, standing up to wiggle and than sit back down again. But he couldn't help but to squirm.

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Again, Savion paused a moment, his brain converting the English into Russian. Finally, he spoke once more, eyes trailing to watch the boxer's continuous squirming. It was actually quite amusing to watch, and it made the Samoyed smile a little. "My home is Siberia." he said softly. Slowly, his ears came away from his skull. Spencer's light-hearted attitude was slowly defrosting Savion's fear.[size=85][/size]

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~Sorry, I never got to reading the posts before my first one... ^^' ~

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song; every teardrop is a waterfall
gender; male
relationships; crushes on many females,
but single
sexuality; he is straight, but never knows if some day that might change
at first feeling;
soon feeling;
lastly feeling;
tags; Savion

ｓ ｐ ｅ ｎ ｃ ｅ ｒ licked his maw happily, eyes bright. His smile grew as he saw the small smile show on Savion's snout, and wiggled a bit more. He had to stand up again, and walk around, energy bursting through his body as he wanted to bounce all around the Samoyed, yipping and barking. Savion finally replied to him, making Spence smile more now that the dog was actually talking. Sure it was rather quiet, but good enough. "Cool! I don't know where I'm from, all I know is that I wad born somewhere in Canada..." The big brute replied, prancing back and fourth. His tail wagged so fast that is was a blur when the dog's ears came forward- now, it wasn't fun to be feared or dominant... It felt too sophisticated and grown-up. "How long ago did you get here? Do you know any place to stay and or live? I just got here about a minute ago, so I only got here by following your scent..." The male woofed softly at him, ears perked forward.

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{{ Mostly, everyone's dogs are simply meeting each other/being let down from their harnesses and searching about their surroundings. At least, that's what I've seemed to gather o3o }}

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Savion thought about the questions, his eyes seeming far-off as he thought. He straightened himself up, the translation rough in his head. He watched Spencer, listening to his questions. To Savion, the boxer's mouth moved and out came rather oddly sounding words and strangely structured sentences. The best way he could put that would be 'foreign'. However, he did think it was a bit nice to listen to him speak. He had a nice voice - very bright, upbeat. Light-hearted. It made Savion's smile grow a little bit more.

Then, he realized Spencer was asking him questions. (He could tell by the rising in his voice towards the end of the sentences - it was something Savion picked up on and noted as a difference.) At the questions the Samoyed payed extra attention, deciphering the words and replacing them in his head until he understood the gist of what the dog was asking for.

"Moments ago," he stated gruffly, responding to the first question. The second was a bit harder. "I do not know. We..." he thought a bit, gathering his English together. "Should... Inquire? N-no... Search!" He yapped, beaming momentarily at his ability to correct himself. He wasn't sure what 'inquire' meant, anyways.

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song; every teardrop is a waterfall
gender; male
relationships; crushes on many females,
but single
sexuality; he is straight, but never knows if some day that might change
at first feeling; thinking of a song, distracted, happy.
soon feeling; embarrassed, but still happy
lastly feeling; excited, pleased, understanding of Savion's difficulty of
understanding English
tags; Savion

ｓ ｐ ｅ ｎ ｃ ｅ ｒ watched as he looked thoughtful again, and tilted his head slightly side-to-side as he thought about a song he liked. Spencer's smile faded slightly as he mouthed the words, and sat down, tail tapping the beat. His eyes moved side-to-side, and he moved his jaw around. And than he remembered that Savion was there, and blushed slightly. "Um, song I like." Spence said truthfully, eyes meeting the Samoyed's and than looking at his own paws. Spencer looked up, and cocked his head as Savion didn't reply. Maybe he didn't know much English...? The big boxer sneezed, tail slowly wagging, and waited for his reply. "Ah, I guess before me. But cool!" He barked at the Samoyed, smile growing again. And than Savion spoke again, And Spencer's ears tilted forward to hear.

The first one showed of his confusion, and the male waited for him to give a full reply. Moments later, he got exactly that. Spencer chuckled slightly at his first wording, Inquire, and nodded at 'Search'. "Yes! I don't think the is any like out here, so we might need to search for some supplies and make a house." The male said happily, and he stood up, beginning to bounce around like a young pup. He understood that he might get a late reply again, now very certain that this Samoyed didn't speak proper English and understand it perfectly. But hopefully, he would change that.

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Savion nodded in reply and followed behind the boxer. He kept pace rather easily, despite how energetic and quickly Spencer moved. The Samoyed wagged his tail the slightest bit, his ears lowering once more. This time, it was his seeking a comfortable position for them than having them flatten out of fear or submission. Their dominance seemed to have been established already, Savion pleased with taking the following role.

"Near water," he stated in his choppy English, glancing to Spencer. He felt rather bad that he was the cause for their disconnect in communication. "It should be near water, yes? A den?"

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song; every teardrop is a waterfall
gender; male
relationships; crushes on many females,
but single
sexuality; he is straight, but never knows if some day that might change
at first feeling;
soon feeling;
lastly feeling;
tags; Savion

ｓ ｐ ｅ ｎ ｃ ｅ ｒ proudly pranced along a path in the forest, tail high and smile wide. He looked back, happy to see Savion was keeping pace well behind him. "Up for a run?" The boxer asked, turning his head back to watch his surroundings for a good spot or good materials. His ears were perked, and his head tilted side-to-side as he hummed the song he was mouthing earlier. Spence's tongue than stuck out of his mouth as he opened his maw, dangling freely. Small drops of slobber fell, but he didn't care nor notice. He almost forgot that the small Samoyed was behind him, thinking about so many different things. I wonder who has the role of dominance? Does Savion really have troubles with understanding English? I wonder what province and city I came from... I know it's in Canada, but there... The boxer's thoughts went on and on, almost endless as he pondered about completely random thoughts. And than he heard Savion say something, breaking his thoughts. "Hmm? Oh, yes, near water would be good. Keep your ears open for the sound of rushing water, I find a river is always the most fresh." Spencer agreed, looking back at Savion again happily.

~Sorry for late reply... ^^' ~