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Post by flower on Oct 1, 2008 18:46:14 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Tallara slowly walked into the wolf rock, her head held low. Most days, she was not in such a horrible mood, but today she felt sad and gloomy. She had gone through many masters, but she could not understand why. She did not disobey anyone, and she listened to everything they told her to do. Is it because she did not do it well enough or they just didn't like her? Either way Tallara was in depression mode and she wished someone would help her get out of it, but she doubted that any master would help her do that. She walked over to a small bush and stood next to it. She did not feel like talking to anyone at the moment for she might snap and she hated to snap at other wolves. [/glow]
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Post by »Ιmαgε on Oct 2, 2008 4:58:52 GMT -5
**POST COMING**
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Post by † Kadaver † on Oct 4, 2008 20:09:03 GMT -5
If it's Xenith, can I post here too, Immy?
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Post by »Ιmαgε on Nov 12, 2008 15:15:12 GMT -5
Mmm, I was gonna use Rouge. xDD
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Post by »Ιmαgε on Nov 12, 2008 15:35:05 GMT -5
Rouge Sound the bugle now. . .
A dim sundown filled a tawny coat but the soul inside was cold, alone. The male was fit and strong. He had been at his peak of power only two weeks before. Heir to a pack that was loyal in all aspects. Stripped of his power, Rouge was nothing. Just a selfish, cocky brute who thought he was good enough for everything the easy way.
Rouge's pads stumbled aimlessly across the evening soiree. It was strangly silent, the masters watching him as he gazed lifelessly across the scenery before him. It was true that he was a slave by Shanook of the infamous Benstripe Woods, but Rouge had slunk away during his mid-morning chores, his insides raging at the work he was being made to do. It just wasn't fair! He had been insturcted to pull a load of rocks into a formation of some random object for that. . .that. . .Forget it. Rouge's inner mind whispered to himself,
[UNFINISHED]
At least before I die.
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