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Username
Ｒｉｖｅｒｗｏｌｆ１０
Name
ღＳｐａｃｅღ
Gender
ｆｅｍａｌｅ
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Loyal, Caring, Gentle,
Curious, Playful,
Intelligent, and
very Social
Ⓛⓘⓚⓔⓢ
♥Doctor Who
♥Apples
♥Scent of fresh rain
♥Bunnies
♥Playing with Paw
♥Space
Ⓓⓘⓢⓛⓘⓚⓔⓢ
☠Creepy Crawlies
☠Tomatoes
☠Humid weather
☠Balloons
☠Romantic Movies
Loyal, Caring, Gentle,
Curious, Playful,
Intelligent, and
very Social
Ⓛⓘⓚⓔⓢ
♥Doctor Who
♥Apples
♥Scent of fresh rain
♥Bunnies
♥Playing with Paw
♥Space
Ⓓⓘⓢⓛⓘⓚⓔⓢ
☠Creepy Crawlies
☠Tomatoes
☠Humid weather
☠Balloons
☠Romantic Movies
Ⓕⓐⓥⓞⓡⓘⓣⓔ Ⓗⓞⓛⓘⓓⓐⓨ
Halloween
Ⓕⓐⓥⓞⓡⓘⓣⓔ Ⓦⓔⓐⓣⓗⓔⓡ
Rainy and cloudy skies
Ⓕⓐⓥⓞⓡⓘⓣⓔ Ⓢⓞⓝⓖ
Better Dig Two - The Band Perry
Ⓕⓐⓥⓞⓡⓘⓣⓔ Ⓖⓐⓜⓔ
Hide-and-Seek
Ⓕⓐⓥⓞⓡⓘⓣⓔ Ⓓⓔⓢⓢⓔⓡⓣ
Sugar Cookies
Ⓕⓐⓥⓞⓡⓘⓣⓔ Ⓑⓞⓞⓚ
A Dog's Life by Ann M Martin
Ⓕⓐⓥⓞⓡⓘⓣⓔ Ⓒⓞⓛⓞⓡ
Turquoise
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Jurassic Park
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"There is nothing to fear, but fear itself." -FDR
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November 18th
Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ
Scorpio
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November 18th
Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ
Scorpio
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Paw
Paw and Space
are absolute
best friends.
It is very
rare to
see them
apart from
each other
for long
periods of
time.
They are
practically
one of
mind and
find
themselves
saying
the same
thing at
the same time,
followed
by cheerful
laughter.
Paw and Space
are absolute
best friends.
It is very
rare to
see them
apart from
each other
for long
periods of
time.
They are
practically
one of
mind and
find
themselves
saying
the same
thing at
the same time,
followed
by cheerful
laughter.
Reyes
The relationship
between Space
and Reyes
is a laid
back one. The
two get along
well, but
aren't close
enough to
be considered
as best friends.
Still, they do
enjoy similar
things and
can carry a
decent
conversation
from time to
time.
The relationship
between Space
and Reyes
is a laid
back one. The
two get along
well, but
aren't close
enough to
be considered
as best friends.
Still, they do
enjoy similar
things and
can carry a
decent
conversation
from time to
time.
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Ｔｈｅ Ｒａｉｎ Ｓｔｏｒｍ
Lightning cracked, piercing the very soul of the sky as it shot past and electrified the falling droplets of water. The light left from the bolt of plasma illuminated the white mane of a blue Viscet as she dug in the ankle deep mud, shaking the rain from her face from time to time. Despite the cold and filth, a smile remained on her face as she carried on digging her small trench.
The Viscet jolted as thunder crashed and her very bones seemed to quake. She snorted and carried on with her mission, her white paws stained brown by the sopping mud. A quiet hum began to fill the air as the Viscet attempted to keep herself amused while digging. A light, bell-toned voice called out from a wide den forged between two crooked trees. "Are you sure you want to dig now? I can trade with you." Paw poked her head out from the den and watched Space with a slight frown.
"I'm fine! Besides, the rain is so refreshing!" Space rose from her hole and grinned at the other Viscet. "Why would I want to go inside now?"
Paw raised an eyebrow. "Because it's cold as ice and the thunder is loud?"
"Hah! I laugh at the thunder!" At that moment, thunder bashed through the clouds, making the blue Viscet jump with a squeak and stare at the sky.
Paw burst into laughter and fell over into the small mud puddle that rested outside of the den. Her laughter cut of and she quickly tried to scramble to her feet, before slipping and falling once more as Space laughed in the background.
"Ah come on! Give into the rain!"
"Space! This isn't funny, I'm covered in mud!"
"So am I!" Space dashed to Paw and helped her stand up before pulling her by the ear into the rain and prancing about the grumpy Viscet. "Look at the beauty of it all! Don't you just love the rain?"
"Sometimes." Paw watched as Space pranced about her excitedly. "Can I go back inside now?"
Space stopped and looked at her friend with a frown. "Yeah, sure..." Disheartened, the Viscet walked slowly back to her hole to finish the job. Halfway to the little pit, Paw crashed into her, knocking both into the muddy grass. Caught off guard, the Viscet stared at Paw before a grin spread across her face. With her tail, she splashed Paw with water in a puddle nearby and scrambled to her feet. "There you go! Now your embracing the rainy season!"
The two frolicked about excitedly, wrestling and racing in the cold rain. Not a care to be had about possible illness, or the pit that was now filling with the icy rain drops. Not a thought about tomorrow's responsibilities or the possiblity of a raging fire erupting from a lightning strike. All they cared about was enjoying the storm, and playing as though the were visclings once more.
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Ａｎ Ｉｎｔｅｒｖｉｅｗ Ｗｉｔｈ Ｓｐａｃｅ
Hello there Space! Thank you agreed to answer a few questions for us today. For our first question, we heard that your favorite movie www Jurassic Park. Can you tell us what your favorite part was?Of course! My favorite scene had to be when the T-Rex first shows up! It was so cool!
How long have you, Paw, and Reyes been friends?Paw and Reyes were friends before I met them. That was about.... a year ago?
What is your favorite type of music?Country. Something about it makes it pretty cool!
What is your favorite type of dog?Well that's an odd question! But I would have to say the mix breeds!
What do you like the most about Halloween?Candy. Candy everywhere.
What is your favorite part about a storm?The middle of a heavy storm when the rainfall is so bad that you can't see two feet in front of your nose.
What would you prefer, zombie or alien apocalypse?Zombie. At least they aren't smarter than me.
What would you call your relationship with Paw?Sisters, without a doubt.
So... about your theme song...It's awesome, right? Paw showed it to me and we just couldn't stop laughing! So it became my goofy little theme song!
Ah! So, how do you feel about balloons?Balloons are evil! I would rather take on a herd of zombies, dinosaurs, and aliens rather than having to touch one of those foul things again!
A herd of zombies, dinosaurs, and aliens?Erm... well, maybe that was an overstatement...
Don't worry Space, I understand completely. Unfortunately, that's all the time we have. Farewell everyone.See ya later!
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A New Pack
Bird song rang about the woods as leaves crunched beneath the blue viscets hind paws. A small brook babbled mindlessly to the left while a raccoon scurried of up ahead. Space took in a deep breath of the crisp air of morning and smiled. It was days like these that made being alone not so bad. The days where the woods were alive with life and spirit and there were no worries about storms, injuries, or starvation.
Space padded up to a tall apple tree with several large red fruits hanging from its branches. Her tail waved happily and she crouched, eyeing the fruit, before leaping up and chomping down onto it. Satisfaction filled her as she ate the apple whole and snagged another before walking along the familiar little path, apple juice running down her chin. Eventually, she began to hum with the birds that sang and flitted about in the trees. Her eyes locked onto a pudgy bluebird with a hearty and cheerful song. She smiled as she watched it flap leisurely in the sky.
A snap of a twig caught her attention and she whipped around, crouching lower to the ground with her tail high and arcing, waving slightly as she watched the location the crack came from. Her eyes narrowed and she slowly began to walk towards it. A twig snap could be anything. Last time, it was a black bear. Easy to scare of, but still startled her.
When she was only few feet away, she made a soft chirruping noise and watched the trees, waiting for some sign of movement. After a few agonizing moments, she turned and shook, trotting along the path once more. It was not long, however, until another twig cracked behind her. Faster and more aware this time, she whipped around and growled at a Viscet slightly taller than her with very, very pale periwinkle fur and blue paw prints dappled on her face and tail. The foreign Viscet raised herself slightly higher and flicked her ears up as she looked cautiously at Space. "Who are you?" Space eyed the new comer and waited for an answer. Before it came, a brown, black, grey, and white Viscet burst from the trees and skid to a stop before staring wide-eyed at her. Space jumped back and eyed them cautiously, the last encounter she had with her own species was not a pleasant one.
The pale one spoke up, caution thick in her voice. "I'm Paw, this is Reyes. Don't worry, we don't intend on hurting you."
Space hesitated, watching them for a few moment before springing up and relaxing completely. "Why didn't you just say so? Hah! You gave me quite the start there! My names Space."
The brown Viscet, Reyes, grinned happily. "Hello Space!"
"So, what are you two doing out here?"
"We were looking for food." Paw glanced about at the birds in the trees, a quiet longing in her eyes.
"Well, there's plenty of food here! You can stay if you would like, but I only have one rule: no eating the birds." Space waved her tail happily as she watched them. Perhaps today would be the day that she wasn't alone anymore. Loneliness can do things to you, it can even make you sick, and just being around these two was already making her feel so much more alive.
Reyes gave Paw a pleading look and waved her tail, keeping it low to the ground as her eyes seemed to double in size to mimic innocent pleading. Paw sighed softly and smiled at the brown Viscet. "Well, as long as it is not too much trouble for you."
"Yes! Reyes leapt into the air and pranced happily in a circle.
"Wonderful! Come this way, the den is just around the corner." The trio trotter along the path, and Space could not feel happier. No longer was she alone, no longer would she be left in the cold at night. She had a pack, one that would not only protect, but comfort her. She felt as though a gap in her heart had been filled, and that made her want to leap about and sing like a bird more than anything else.
The Balloon
The day Space first encountered a balloon seemed like a pleasant one. Birds sang as always, and the creek kept up with its cheerful babbling. One thing, however, was very different. A pale green balloon hovered over a log, it's string tied down to a loose branch.
Space padded along the familiar path, a bunch of berries held in her mouth for supper, when her eye was caught by the pale green object. Curious, she dropped the berries and approached the new object, circling it several times before nudging it twice. Confused, she lifted herself higher and cocked her head at it, pressing her nose against it several times before moving down and sniffing the string that bound it. Curious as to what would happen, Space rose up once more and nudged the balloon three times before pushing it far to the left and letting go. She cocked her head as it swayed right, then left, then right, then left again. On its way back to her, ballon burst with a loud sound that scared off the birds and made Space leap in the air before taking off back to the camp, yipping as though a pack of wolves were close on her tail.
The Bird
The rain storm has passed only a few minutes ago and a rainbow had begun to paint the sky. Wildlife returned from their dens and began to carry on their daily routines. Birds sang cheerfully, but the song was not the same. In the undergrowth of the woods, Space laid huddled up with her head bowed over a pudgy bluebird that had crashed heavily into a tree during the heavy down pour of rain. The bird lay in a twisted position with its wings fanned in odd directions and its head twisted awkwardly. Space remained quiet among the buzz of life, her eyes closed as she hovered over the bird she had adorned. Regret filled her as she remembered prancing in the rain, while this pour creature must have been in bitter agony. Scared, injured, dying...
Space opened her eyes and looked at Paw as she laid beside her and gazed at the bluebird. "I'm sorry..." Space closed her eyes again, her muzzle crinkling slightly as she tried to fight back tears. "It was quick though..."
"How would you know?" Her voice cracked and she sniffed before wiping a tear from her muzzle. "You weren't there."
"No... No I wasn't, but I know how this thing goes... It was happy when it passed on, flying quickly...it didn't feel a thing..."
At this point, Space could no longer hold it back. Tears rushed down her soft fur and she buried her muzzle in her paws as she wept. Paw comforted her the best she could as she mourned the loss of the cheerful bird. The forest seemed to quiet down, as though the birds themselves realized what had happened and we're now mourning as well.
They remained like that until midday, when Space decided it was time to bury the bluebird. Reyes dug a hole, and Paw rested the small body inside before covering it. At the end of it all, Space rested a small blue flower atop the tiny mound of dirt, and the three friends returned to their campsite. It was not long before Space saw the rain as a good thing once more, as the more it rained, the more flowers seemed to spring up stop the birds grave, and that gave her another reason to adore the icy droplets that fell when the clouds cried.
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Coding
Riverwolf10 and Howlingtothestars
Art
Digital Art;
Howlingtothestars
Traditional Art;
Sketch and partial lines by Howlingtothestars
Line and color by Riverwolf10
Coding
Riverwolf10 and Howlingtothestars
Art
Digital Art;
Howlingtothestars
Traditional Art;
Sketch and partial lines by Howlingtothestars
Line and color by Riverwolf10
