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Apr 6, 2006 7:14:54 GMT -5
Post by demon on Apr 6, 2006 7:14:54 GMT -5
A large shadow appears, and a soft muzzle turns the corner, demons eyes were fixed on the market, he was hungry. He growled softly to himself and begins to sneak out of the ally and behind a stall. He smells fish, though not his favourite food being a stray he couldnt be picky. He got his moment, as the owner moves forward to serve a costomer, he slips through a gap over to a crate and grabs a large fish. As he made his escape the Market stall owner noticed and chased him down the street, Demon slips down a ally, slipped under a gap in the fence and ran off to enjoy his meal.
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Apr 6, 2006 15:30:32 GMT -5
Post by lemonlime on Apr 6, 2006 15:30:32 GMT -5
Faith had just recently meet three nice females and two pups. Being on the streets wasnt as bad as she thought. Yet she still would rather be sitting at home preparing for a show the next day or training. But that wasnt the case now. Now here life was on the streets just her and the wild freedom. She sighed and continued her prance down the market street
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Apr 7, 2006 4:41:52 GMT -5
Post by demon on Apr 7, 2006 4:41:52 GMT -5
Demon eyes flicker as he catches a glimsp of the female, his jaw opens, as his mind began to drift. He shuts it quickly, as not to seem threatening and got to his feet, he lifted his nose and sniffed deeply.
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Apr 7, 2006 6:50:16 GMT -5
Post by lemonlime on Apr 7, 2006 6:50:16 GMT -5
As Faith continued to prance , as she did while in shows, she noticed a large male as he stood up. Faith just sideways glanced at him and came to a hault. As she stood there, she held her head high was well as her tail. She then slowly turned her head to him and said in a snobbish way "And you might be?"
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Apr 7, 2006 6:59:41 GMT -5
Post by demon on Apr 7, 2006 6:59:41 GMT -5
The Alsation growled, "I am demon, and you must be a stuck up mare" he said darkly, he couldnt help but bear his large fangs, stuck up dogs bought out rage in him.
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Apr 8, 2006 10:55:34 GMT -5
Post by lemonlime on Apr 8, 2006 10:55:34 GMT -5
Faith rolled her eyes and said "No not stuck up. Just brave I guess. As I am ... was ... a show dog" She said once again bravely yet in a timid voice. She was starting not to like her life on the streets anymore. This dog was the type of dog she had heard in stories. Those horrid stories
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Apr 8, 2006 16:04:19 GMT -5
Post by demon on Apr 8, 2006 16:04:19 GMT -5
Demon hated dogs that had had a good life, pain struck through him at the mension of any love or kindness, as the years of fighting had worn away his heart ans soul.
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Apr 8, 2006 16:09:36 GMT -5
Post by lemonlime on Apr 8, 2006 16:09:36 GMT -5
Faith got nervous as he began to grow angry. She backed away and said "Well, ugh, I gotta, ugh, run ... bye" she then turned to run
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Apr 8, 2006 16:11:40 GMT -5
Post by demon on Apr 8, 2006 16:11:40 GMT -5
The Alsation glared and beared his teeth, and went back to his food.
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Apr 8, 2006 21:15:04 GMT -5
Post by lemonlime on Apr 8, 2006 21:15:04 GMT -5
Faith looked one time over her shoulder to look at the demon dog before she dissapeared into the shadows.
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