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Post by [s.s leather and dragons] on Mar 20, 2006 10:31:38 GMT -5
Ten little soldier boys went out to dine one choked his little self and then there were nine
Nine little soldier boys sat up very late one overslept himself and then there were eight
Eight little soldier boys traveling in devon one said he might stay there and then there were seven
Seven little soldiers boys chopping up sticks One chopped himself in halves and then there were six
Six little soldier boys playing with a hive a bumble bee stung one and then there were five
Five little soldier boys going in for law one got in for Chancery and then there were four
Four little soldier boys going out to sea A red herring swallowed one and then their were three
Three little soldier boys walking in a zoo a big bear hugged one, and then there were two
Two little soldier boys sitting in the sun one got all frizzled up and then there was one
One little soldier boy all by his lonesome he went and hanged himself
AND THEN THERE WERE NONE
A bloodied, mangled dog staggered into the junkyard. He was covered in blood, and his muscles trmebled, but his beautiful black eyes shone clamly, as he looked aorund. [/font][/color]
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Post by jazz on Mar 20, 2006 13:54:39 GMT -5
A skinny white and chestnut hound watched the injured dog from a distance. He had ventured away from his own pack to give the alphas some privacy and had come upon this junkyard much like the one he lived in. Being a shy dog he wanted to avoid meeting up with other canines, but this dog looked like he needed help. With a sigh the chestnut spotted dog made his way down the steep pile of cars and rubble. “Are you alright?” he called out with concern.
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Post by [s.s leather and dragons] on Mar 20, 2006 19:42:58 GMT -5
I am fine for the time being. [/i] the dog's voice was hoarse, and didstan. His body was cacked in blood, mud, and dust. He was a large muscular dog, and favored his right front paw. Do not let my bitter lies confuse you. I am not alright. Another dog told me that if I came here, and relayed a message to a dog called Rock, or somthing of the sort, I might be helped.[/i] He had an odd accent, and pronounced every word. Though he was panting, and his eyes were half closed, he did not smell of diases, only blood. The acrid scent of the liquid of life was not that of a dog's blood. It was a bittersweet scent, the smell of his own blood mixed with rat blood and another, unidentifiable animals blood. His sides heaved, and his wiry muscles trembled, but his ears were pricked, alert. And his eyes seemed calm and sane, if they were dizzied and half closed. [/center][/font][[/color]
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Post by jazz on Mar 21, 2006 9:10:38 GMT -5
The white and chestnut hound knew from the dogs appearence that he need help as soon as possible. "I'm Anubis, I think I know where you can get some help." Anubis studied the injured dog. "Can you walk a little further?" he asked hoping the poor dog would come with him, it was cruel to make this dog deliver a message before being helped, he was in no shape to be traveling.
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Post by [s.s leather and dragons] on Mar 21, 2006 14:25:17 GMT -5
I will walk to where ever they might help me. Whoever they may be, [/i] Came his response. He watched the other dog with unnerving steady black eyes. He slowly heaved his body upwards, mucsles flexing with exhastion. He looked worn out, from teh past, from the present, and from contempations of the furture. The blood that had once driven him to the edge of insanity, trickled lsugishly from hsi wounds. You will have my gratitude. I am Draco, ally,[/i] he said. His low, colorless rasp was grateful, but his eyes stayed blank. He took a step forawrd, wincing, but nodding. He was ready to go, where ever they may save him. And I skip in with a Haven't you people ever heard of closing the ------------- door No Its much better to face these kind of things with a sense of poise and rationality[/center][/color][/font]
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Post by jazz on Mar 21, 2006 14:36:51 GMT -5
“It’s this way.” Anubis said turning in the direction of his home. He walked slowly so the injured dog could keep up looking back every now and them to see that the other dog was okay.
OOC: come to junkyard A the post is called Harley I Want You
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Post by [s.s leather and dragons] on Mar 21, 2006 22:00:43 GMT -5
[He followed, I'm tired, so just think up alotta gory adjectives, and Cue: Dramatic exit]
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Post by Outspoken on Mar 31, 2006 21:05:53 GMT -5
Rock Hard came up and asked ''So another dog told you to come here.May i know the name of that dog and her or his code?''
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