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[Gloxinia]

{{ Ah man, sorry for the late reply, and for how short it is. fhadskjl
I was waiting till things with this roleplay got settled ^^;

But guys, if you want, I can make another character to fill the place of one of the people who left. c: }}

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At the mentioning of a run, the Samoyed perked up considerably and looked to Spencer with wide, eager eyes. His tail swayed a bit and he leaped a bit forward, coming up right beside the boxer and even nudging him gently. His tongue lolled out of his mouth a bit and he gave Spencer a little doggy grin. "Run?" he asked quickly. "I love run!"

And, with that, he bounded a bit forward, his walk now taking the place of a trot. He padded in front of Spencer and looked over at him, nodding his head forward in the northern direction (Or at least he presumed it was northern. He had no idea, honestly). "Run to find water?"

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

((Has the Swallowed by the Sea dog Rped, or am I still waiting on them?))

Quote: Just try me and you'll see, I am not a part of your imagination.
Name: Echo
Age: 4 years, 6 months,
Gender: Fae
Breed: Beauceron
With: Denison
In My place.

Echo listened to Denison speak silently, her shoulders hunched slight, her tail hanging low. food and water, yes this is a good idea She thought about it silently before nodding her head, She shook her pelt out and slowly began follow the tan dog, who reminded her somewhat of a German Shepherd but not quite exactly right. He was a bit more leanly built then any shepherd she could remember. She shook her head to focus on their mission and began sniffing the air, hoping to catch the scent of a live animal or water. Her ears twisting and turning catching the sound of birds singing and fluttering in the trees above her head. She could sense small things scurrying in the bushes, but they were too fast to make be caught, she would expand more energy trying to catch one, then she would receive from eating them.

She lifted her head studying Denison in front of her again, he was like said before lean, but a very handsome dog, he obviously knew what he was doing.

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☣ ᴠɪᴠᴀ ʟᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ
☣ ᴍᴀʟᴇ
☣ sɪɴɢʟᴇ
☣ ᴛᴀɢs: Echo
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They had been walking for only a half an hour, and already Denison was tired of walking through this grass. He has to strain to hold his head above the tips of the golden grass, in an attempt to keep his dark eyes peeled for any sign of water or other animals. Mice and other small creatures scurried out of the way of his wide pawsteps. There were plenty, though the tiny animals would hardly sustain two large dogs. At least, not for extended periods of time. There wasn't enough meat there, and would only be a last resort. They needed a more reliable source of food.

Not to mention a water source. So far, he'd seen nothing in the expanse of grass. Not a speck of hope in this barren land. He knew they'd die of dehydration before starvation. Maybe by finding water, they'd also find prey, because all animals needed water to survive... He needed to focus. Periodically, he turned back to ensure Echo was still following him. He didn't want to be held responsible for her wandering off in this wilderness. Not that it would much of a loss to him.

On they marched, still with no results. Denison was quickly growing frustrated. Why couldn't he find anything? If he died out here, he was going to kill those stupid humans. Of course, that sounded much more logical to him in his head than it should have, but that was a minor detail. Still, the lean Belgian Malinois persevered, continuing their search for a place to live that could sustain two large dogs. There was a fact in the back of his mind, slowly eating at him even as he tried to push it away. He did not truly know how to hunt large game. He'd taught himself to catch small animals living in the city streets and nearby neighborhoods, mostly small animals such as rabbits and squirrels. But he had never had the opportunity to catch larger mammals. How exactly was this going to work out?

{ There are many spots open due to inactivity! Anybody is able to reserve a spot! }

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~Promise I will post soon!!! So sorry... Xc
Can I reserve 'Yellow'? c:~

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{ Yes, but from now on, I'd like everyone to PM me their reservations. }

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

Quote: Just try me and you'll see, I am not a part of your imagination.
Name: Echo
Age: 4 years, 6 months,
Gender: Fae
Breed: Beauceron
With: Denison
In My place.

Echo trotted along slowly behind Denison sniffing the air as well, her ears twisting about as she listened. She paused tilting her head back watching a few birds fly over head, she twisted her head sharply to the left listening intently her body tensing as she sniffed the air. "Denison," She called out quickly wagging her tail feeling a bit proud of herself for the moment as her mind wasn't going 300 miles a minute. "I smell water," She called over her shoulder and with out waiting for his response darted into the tall grass following a narrowing and winding path.
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☣ ᴠɪᴠᴀ ʟᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ
☣ ᴍᴀʟᴇ
☣ sɪɴɢʟᴇ
☣ ᴛᴀɢs: Echo
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Denison flinched at the sound of Echo's voice sounding clearly behind him. It took a minute for him to process her words, simply because he couldn't believe she had noticed the scent of water, exactly what they'd been searching for, before he had. How did I miss that? He pondered the thought a brief moment, taking a deep breath. He still didn't smell water. Could she have a better nose than I do? His tawny brow knitted together a bit in confusion and doubt. He had been a well-trained, top-of-the-line leader of the K-9 unit in the past. He had been born, raised, and specially trained to track and use his sharp sense of smell. And now here he was, being outdone by a strange spotted dog with the markings of a Rottweiler who didn't seem all there. How could this be?

His questions swirled around in his mind as he trotted after Echo, along a path, which seemed unusual, since they hadn't come across any of the sort their entire walk. It seemed odd to him, though there was probably a perfectly logical explanation. Denison's thoughts wandered as he followed the other dog down the narrow path. It winded back and forth in a seemingly random fashion. The tall grass surrounded them on either side, creating walls of sorts. The only thing he could see beside the grass walls was Echo's slowly wagging tail a few paces in front of him, leading him on toward water he still could not smell. Was there something wrong with his nose? Why couldn't he smell what she could?

[b a d . w o l f]

{{ Ah man, sorry for the late reply, and for how short it is. fhadskjl
I was waiting till things with this roleplay got settled ^^;

But guys, if you want, I can make another character to fill the place of one of the people who left. c: }}

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At the mentioning of a run, the Samoyed perked up considerably and looked to Spencer with wide, eager eyes. His tail swayed a bit and he leaped a bit forward, coming up right beside the boxer and even nudging him gently. His tongue lolled out of his mouth a bit and he gave Spencer a little doggy grin. "Run?" he asked quickly. "I love run!"

And, with that, he bounded a bit forward, his walk now taking the place of a trot. He padded in front of Spencer and looked over at him, nodding his head forward in the northern direction (Or at least he presumed it was northern. He had no idea, honestly). "Run to find water?"

Ｓ Ｐ Ｅ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ

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; happy, pleased, excited
soon feeling; happy, very very pleased, super excited, hyper
lastly feeling; very very very very hyper, very very very happy and excited
tags; Savion

ｓ ｐ ｅ ｎ ｃ ｅ ｒ chuckled at Savion, tail wagging quickly. He looked down at the dog, and wiggled a bit. Savion jumped forward and nudged him, making Spencer begin to prance. "Great!!!" He barked, getting eager. His fur began to stand on end as he got into a trot, just wanding to extend his boundless energy, running around crazily. Spencer let out a little 'Boff', as a half-bark that sounded a bit like a sneeze. Thinking of sneezing, Spencer had to sneeze from this excitement. At least this dog loved to run! "And yep, I said run. Sure, we can follow the sound of the river! I can hear that it's right up ahead. Try to keep up!" The boxer barked, having to wiggle his rump again. And with that, Spence leaned back slightly, and than sprinted forward, ears flowing back as his legs unfeld in his large strokes. His speed slowly got faster and faster, until the big brute's paws hardly even touched the ground he was running so fast- no, you could call it flying! He soared across the forest grounds, and let out an excited howl. Spencer's eyes closed- a bad descision, might I say- and he didn't even notice the sound of a rushing river. He bounded right into that river, and under the surface. It took a while to figure out what happened, but he realized as soon as a sharp rock scraped his rump. He let out a yelp, and lost all of his air, sucking in some. The brute swam up, choking on the water, and just managed to drag himself to the shore. Spencer vomited a bit, and coughed up some water and blood- but that he sat up happily, waiting for Savion.

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ｌｏｏｋ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｓｔａｒｓ，
ｌｏｏｋ ｈｏｗ ｔｈｅｙ ｓｈｉｎｅ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ，
ａｎｄ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｙｏｕ ｄｏ，
ｙｅａｈ， ｔｈｅｙ ｗｅｒｅ ａｌｌ ｙｅｌｌｏｗ．

ｉ ｃａｍｅ ａｌｏｎｇ，
ｉ ｗｒｏｔｅ ａ ｓｏｎｇ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ，
ａｎｄ ａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ ｙｏｕ ｄｏ，
ａｎｄ ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｃａｌｌｅｄ "ｙｅｌｌｏｗ"．

Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｂ Ａ Ｓ Ｉ Ｃ Ｓ

ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｎａｍｅ， ｄｏｇ
"Hello. My name is Hera, pleasure meeting you!"
"Yes, Hera speaks of the truth. Her name is Hera, and she has no other names."

ｓｏｕｎｄｓ ｌｉｋｅ ａ ｓｐｅｃｉａｌ ｎａｍｅ． ｄｏｅｓ ｉｔ ｈａｖｅ ａ ｍｅａｎｉｎｇ
"Well, um, I'm not exactly sure. It sounds like it does, though.
"Hera is the goddess of marriage and women. Not exactly representing of this pretty Husky here, but it truly works!"

ｓｏｒｒｙ ｔｏ ａｓｋ， ｂｕｔ ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ
"Well, that is a bit offensive... I am a female, otherwise known as a fae."
"Yes, she is female."

ｈｏｗ ａｂｏｕｔ ｙｏｕｒ ａｇｅ
"I am 3 years young. A young adult, indeed."
Yes, Hera is 3 years young, and as she said a young adult."

ｅｖｅｒｙ ｄｏｇ ｈａｓ ａ ｂｒｅｅｄ． ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒｓ， ｈｅｒａ
"Hm. Glad you asked! I am very certain that I am a Husky."
"Beautiful breed, hm?"

name;; Hera
gender;; female, fae
age;; 3 years
breed;; Husky

Ｄ Ｉ Ｇ Ｇ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｄ Ｅ Ｅ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ

ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｎｏｓｅ ｃｏｌｏｕｒ， ｙｏｕｎｇ ｈｕｓｋｙ
"Well, it is a bit of a brown-pink mixture."
"Ah, what a cute nose she has. It is almost always moist, making it shimmer in any light."

ｈｏｗ ａｂｏｕｔ ｙｏｕｒ ｅｙｅ ｃｏｌｏｕｒ
"My eyes are an icy-blue, but very silvery."
"Look into her eyes..."

ｙｏｕｒ ｐｅｌｔ ｍｕｓｔ ｈａｖｅ ｇｏｒｇｅｏｕｓ ｃｏｌｏｕｒｓ
"Aww, thank you!!! Although, I must admit, my pelt is rather plain... Like, very plain. It is a pure white, allowing me to blend into snow, and it has a few tints of a very light brown- I find it more beige, though."[/i][/size]

ｓｏｕｎｄｓ ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ ｈａｖｅ ａｎ ａｃｃｅｎｔ， ｂｕｔ ｉ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｑｕｉｔｅ ｆｉｇｕｒｅ ｉｔ ｏｕｔ
"Well, I only have a bit of a Canadian accent I guess... But I can't hear it."
"Yep."

ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｅｉｇｈｔ
"I think I'm 2 or 3 feet tall..."
"You are about 2 feet tall, Hera."

ｉｆ ｙｏｕ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｍｉｎｄ ｍｙ ａｓｋｉｎｇ， ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｗｅｉｇｈｔ
"Well... Um, I don't know..."
"Can't blame her. Dogs have no technology of their own. Akira is 98.6 pounds."

nose colour;; pink
eye colour;; icy-blue, rather silvery
pelt colour;; white with beige tints
accent;; canadian, to her sounds very normal
height;; 2 feet tall
weight;; 98.6 pounds

Ｋ Ｎ Ｏ Ｗ Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ Ｂ Ｅ Ｔ Ｔ Ｅ Ｒ

ｗｈａｔ'ｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ｌｉｋｅ， ｗｏｌｆ
"Well... I guess I can say it....?

personality;; loyal, bubbly, obedient, sweet, gentle, caring, dominant, rarely but sometimes flirty (when the time is right)
history;; long story...
theme song;; Ｙ Ｅ Ｌ Ｌ Ｏ Ｗ － ｓａｒａ ｂａｒｅｉｌｌｅｓ
assigned area and partner;; swamp, chester
strengths;; out-smartening, sometimes flirting, winning trust, being kind, forgiving and forgetting
weaknesses;; not the best at hunting, sometimes smiles when lying (very rare for her to, but when needed)

crush;; no crush
mate;; none
pups;; none
family;; none in the area, but she had parents and kin of course. And all dogs are related, aren't they...?

~WIP~

[Gloxinia]

{{ My form for Violet Hill will be up soon. ouo }}

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Savion had lost sight of Spencer rather quickly, but it wasn't as if the Samoyed minded. He ran at his own pace, which was surprisingly fast despite his frailer frame. His paws ghosted over the ground, kicking up dirt and leaves and snapping twigs. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth, blinking away the moisture in his eyes that was forming due to the wind blowing in his face.

He managed to finally catch up to Spencer, and when he did, he found the boxer regurgitating on the river bank. With wide eyes, Savion galloped down to his side and pressed his muzzle into the sopping fur on the base of Spencer's neck. When the dog finally stopped, he lifted his head and was smiling as if nothing had happened.

The Samoyed stared at him, brown eyes filled to the brim with worry. His mouth opened and closed, his brain struggling to form English words. All that really came out were stuttering noises that Spencer could probably guess were Russian.