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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 22:31:10 GMT -5
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Edge to Blitz
The dog shook himself. This dog was not intimidated. He could make her intimidated if he wanted to, with a quick nip, but straightened up. There was no one to protect now, and she was not a threat. His cropped ears flicked forward as she spoke, and he analyzed her voice listening to the slightest sound of threat.
"My name is Edge. Nothing more, nothing less. I guess it is nice to meet you, Blitz." It had been a while since he had been with a dog, and wasn't attacking them, snarling and tearing at fur, locking his paws around his neck, and sinking his jaws in. All to protect his master. "Well maybe we should get going. If we work together, maybe we can get food faster." Raising his head to meet her eyes, he wrinkled his muzzle. "Mind you, I'm only working with you to get food because I haven't eaten in weeks." Blitz's eyes bugged out of her head comically, "In weeks? Well I've seen a lot, but I have defiantly never thought I'd see a zombie." She grinned down at him, trying to lighten the mood a little. Right now the air crackled with unease and suspicion. It would seem that Edge didn't trust her, and who could blame him. There were cannibals, murders, and pyschos wondering about. One could never be too careful in today's world.
Then, as if remembering that she had a job to attend to, Blitz put her pink tinted nose to the ground and tried to pick up a scent of any live prey. The distinct scent of bird was the easiest for her to latch onto; she had trailed birds for years with her Safeguard. However, birds were hard to catch if they weren't grounded so she focused on the faint scents of deer and squirrel. Immediantly she perked up, "I smell deer. I never smell deer around here." She let her feet carry her away in the direction of the scent. If there was a deer in the woods, that would mean a full meal for both of the dogs, and maybe any other canines that happened to be the area. Plus, it meant that prey was moving into the woodlands; a very comforting thought.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 14:32:40 GMT -5
@mongrel Hearing the dog was leaving, he growled. "every dog for himself!? I should've just left you in the pit, anyways." He turned, his long feathery tail lashing back and forth. He trotted off, heading for the main city, clearly not wanting to hunt for fear of injuring his leg anymore. He licked his leg, and then disappeared with a swish of his tail.
He was ready for some food, and doubted that much would be good for eating, since it had been weeks since the People had been alive. Heading for a place that smelled strongly of food, he sniffed the air. The doors opened upon his nearing, and he trotted in. Most of the foods near the front were spoiled, and smelled earthy, and were leafy. Yuck. Trust a Human to eat that kind of trash. Trotting farther back, he found a section of meat. Grabbing what felt foamy in his mouth, he tore at the plastic wrapping. Instantly a sour taste hit his nose, and he sputtered, spewing maggots from his mouth. He hacked, the larva spewing from his mouth. When the last had been discharged, he continued on his search.
Sniffing the air, he headed towards a cold-box, nosing it open. Inside, there were boxes, with pictures on them. One looked like a rooster he had fought, without spurs, and without the funny red webbing on their head. Grabbing it, he crunched on it, but it was frozen. He'd have to thaw it. Grabbing a couple more, he trotted contentedly out of the store, letting the doors shut on their own behind him.
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Sato whimpered, calling out louder. "I'm over here! Please help, I'm tied down and I don't have any water. Please bring water!" Fear made her voice pitch her tone squeaky and unsure. Panting from the exertion of calling so loud, her lungs felt as if the air she sucked in was burning her lungs to the core. She struggled to her feet, allowing herself the slightest ray of hope. Maybe she wouldn't die this time after all. She blinked happily, letting her dry lids moisten her dark eyes. Lad was stung, but forced himself to shake off Brimstone’s touchy exit. Brimstone wouldn’t desert, Lad thought. Though moderately intelligent, the lanky dog, given his insensitive way of thought, had not the mind needed to assume the abstract, develop new tastes and standpoints. The only thing he could get his head around was the direct answer, which, in this case, was that Brimstone would be driven to return regardless of what he thought of Lad. Lad charged spastically toward a distant line of trees, keeping a direct path to ensure that he would be able to return. Although he was a good runner, he had never had a good sense of direction, an outright hindrance among his many vague, undecided characteristics.
[BRIEF TIME-SKIP]
He skirted a cluster of decidous trees, their bare branches jutting forth like gossamer bones, and plunged into a denser throng of conifers. The thicker foliage, though still relatively sparse, at least in the sense that they were generously spaced, would provide him better concealment than the nude, brittle branches behind. He wondered suddenly how he even knew how to hunt. The closest he had ever come to hunting was when he had chased coyotes alongside a pack of greyhounds long ago. They had been good meat. But hunting seemed to come instinctually to him, seemed to break through a steep mound of earth at the bottom of his conscience. And though the bestial images, of blood, of flesh, that flashed in his mind were not as sharp, as defined as that of a terrier or a tracker, they were vivid enough, and that was good enough for him; his still nose, too dumb to sniff for indications of prey, to twitch about, signified that. It seemed that Lad’s kind was as close to a pet as one could get, domesticated in both appearance and, deep down, in mind. And though Lad had certainly grown ever feral over the course of his life, he was still far from being truly wild. He walked deeper into the forest, the roof of leaves obscuring the midday sun above.
[BRIEF TIME-SKIP]
He heard a stuttering sort of cry, like a sort of chitter, coming from a near league away. Aha! thought Lad with barbaric pleasure. Coyotes. But if one was calling to another, that meant they were in a pack, and as a pack they would be stronger. Did coyotes not gather in loose packs in the winter, hunting packs? Families were easy enough to kill—the only one who really put up a fight was the mother—but packs? I’ll just have to isolate one. He broke into a run and before he knew it, gamboge flanks milled about him. He grabbed a scruff and dragged it forcefully away, his bullet wound stretching with the effort. The others made no move to save their fellow, only standing by, baffled and dumb, as Lad gave the finishing bite in spite of the coyote’s jerky kicks. He dug in without even looking back at the remaining coyotes, wound raw and smarting. His tummy swollen anew with the warm food, Lad traced his previous route until he flanked the stop sign. He then plummeted into a dreamless slumber without even realizing it. His mind, a dark, hazy tunnel before, shut down completely.
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 14, 2016 15:58:57 GMT -5
"Hi! I'm here. Where should I jump in with Amber?)
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Post by lozi on Oct 14, 2016 16:40:21 GMT -5
Brimstone had thawed the chicken overnight, and now had a round stomach of the pale flesh. He had nestled under a tree, and wasn't even sure if he wanted to return to the snappy whippet. He was so ungrateful, and had left him to fend for himself. Every dog for themselves. That was ridiculous! If only there were a way... That was it! He had an idea, but would need Lad's help. Trotting back the way he came, he tried to pick up Lad's scent. The tang of coyote hit his nose. He wrinkled his muzzle. Canid eater. He growled, muttering under his breath. He dropped the chicken he had carried, for the next time he was hungry. No, he wasn't going to let Lad get his paws on it. Not if he had to get it himself.
Hurrying, he went off to find the smaller dog, and to propose his new idea.
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 14, 2016 16:48:29 GMT -5
Amber roamed the streets looking for dogs to help. She still wore her police uniform, including a bullet-proof tactical vest and a collar with the words K-9 officer and her name, address, and police department on it. "Any dog need help?" She called out, waiting for a response.
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Post by lozi on Oct 14, 2016 16:56:39 GMT -5
This is a call back post for everyone, active or not, because activity has been weak. @shootforthestars Hey, I see that April has been frozen by Hera's absence. Could you quote her last post, so I can answer with Parker?
Stormheart Brimstone (Aussie) is busy with @mongrel 's Lad, Jaxon (Borzoi) is with @blackbird 's Beau, Parker (Pit bull terrier) is with @shootforthestars 's Noble, Sato (Akita) is with Невыносимая коммунизм 's Cherry, Lubov, and Eva, Max (Airedale Terrier youth) is open, Becker (Basenji) is open, Rhapsody (French Bulldog) is open, and Edge (pitbull) is with @shootforthestars 's Blitz.
You can take your pick. ||
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 14, 2016 16:58:58 GMT -5
(Any you'd like, it doesn't matter. ☺ )
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 17:22:24 GMT -5
April cursed in agitation. Why was she so stupid? Oh course they would have smelled her; she was up wind of them and her scent was blowing straight towards them. Her ears flattened against her head when the female started to advance on her and then the male joined in. She cringed as they started to talk, edging away from the car and tensing her muscles. She didn't like this. There were too many unknown variables in this situation, too many possibilities for something to go wrong. She couldn't risk them hurting her pups if it came to a fight.
April swallowed thickly in response to the male's - no Parker's - voice change. He seemed much friendlier now and maybe even a little worried about her. Hunger was gnawing at her stomach because she hadn't eaten in over a day. Food was hard to locate in the city anymore and she wasn't in any condition to hunt for herself really. Before she could rethink her decision, she stepped out from behind the car slowly. It was becoming cumbersome to walk with her belly in the way but she attempted elegance.
She straightened her spine and raised her tail just a little to give a show of confidence. Her gaze raked across the Parker and the female dog, "What do you want?" It probably wasn't the best question given that they had just stated what they wanted, but it was the best she could do under the current stress.
(Sorry for not replying quicker guys! My family took me out shopping. :/) Here you go lozi. I won't be on tonight because I have to cheer at a football game. I can reply for the next 20 minutes though. )
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Post by lozi on Oct 14, 2016 17:33:59 GMT -5
Stormheart
Becker's lithe, agile body scampered down the alley street, searching for any edible substance. Nosing through trash, chasing street rats, she was trying to find anything that could count as food. When the small chirp hit her ears, she whipped around, chasing a small bird down the alley. It was scrawny, and she leapt upon it in a flurry of feathers. She pressed her forehead to the body, thanking the little bird for its life. Grabbing the body, she trotted down the alley, ready to feast on the little body.
When a call offering help echoed down the streets, her ears flattened with suspicion. Who was this dog? Approaching warily, she gripped the little body tighter. She would find the dog first, rather than meeting her later. "Who's there?"
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Post by lozi on Oct 14, 2016 17:43:35 GMT -5
@shootforthestars Parker had a pretty charming smile, for a bull terrier. He trotted over, greeting the mother-dog with an assuring lick. "Don't worry, I won't bite. Besides, I just ate!" He grinned even wider. "Well doll, my name's Parker, for starters. And if you don't mind me asking, was your master very generous, or are you expecting pups? Surely, if you are, you might need a little more help hunting, to feed the extra mouths, yeah?" He was pretty sure that she was expecting, because of the scent she gave off. It was sweeter, milkier, and he'd come across many a pregnant dame who gave off similar scents. He remembered the smell from his own mother, musky, but sweet, strong, and comforting.
He was attempting to be quite friendly, knowing that often times his breed was feared for their aggression.
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 14, 2016 18:10:51 GMT -5
Amber spotted the basenji and barked, "I am Officer Amber, from the K-9 unit of the city police. I am scouting the area for dogs needing assistance."
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Post by lozi on Oct 14, 2016 18:37:13 GMT -5
Amber spotted the basenji and barked, "I am Officer Amber, from the K-9 unit of the city police. I am scouting the area for dogs needing assistance." The basenji snorted. "Well Doll, there isn't any city police, since all the humans are gone, so you can drop the formalities. I'm Becker, but you can call me Becs, or Becca. I prefer the second, but, it's up to y- actually no, call me Becca. If not, I just might not respond." She winked, chuffing slightly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 18:44:30 GMT -5
Woodrow had been wandering for what seemed like centuries. He had detected other dogs earlier, causing his eager tail to lash frantically back and forth at the very notion of companionship. He had never fettered his gregariousness, for the idea had never occurred to him; he instead allowed it to bounce hither and thither unrestrained, and that was how he liked things.
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Post by lozi on Oct 14, 2016 18:51:27 GMT -5
@mongrel Rhapsody's bat-like ears waved around, picking up the slightest scent. She snorted warily, everything in the city was so big! Her paws ached, she had walked for days from what her People liked to call the " 'burbs" She didn't quite understand what that meant, but it normally pertained to houses that were more spread out. If she was lucky, maybe she could band together with other dogs, in order to survive. She knew that she could be pushed around, but for now, she just wanted to stay alive. Her stomach growled, alerting her nose that she'd better get to work, lest her fate wanted her fall to be from hunger, not travel.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 19:02:41 GMT -5
@mongrel Rhapsody's bat-like ears waved around, picking up the slightest scent. She snorted warily, everything in the city was so big! Her paws ached, she had walked for days from what her People liked to call the " 'burbs" She didn't quite understand what that meant, but it normally pertained to houses that were more spread out. If she was lucky, maybe she could band together with other dogs, in order to survive. She knew that she could be pushed around, but for now, she just wanted to stay alive. Her stomach growled, alerting her nose that she'd better get to work, lest her fate wanted her fall to be from hunger, not travel. Woodrow, too, detected a scent—of Rhapsody. He charged eagerly toward the source of the odor, robust muscles convulsing wildly underneath his shaggy pelt. He rammed into the other dog with a cry of glee, tumbling into a pile of limbs.
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Post by lozi on Oct 14, 2016 19:11:52 GMT -5
Rhapsody responded with a loud whine of terror, as a ball of fur tumbled into her. Her little paws pushed at the body, her stubby legs having a fair amount of power. Her needle-sharp teeth bit blindly at fur. Her adrenaline was at an all time high, and even with the rush of natural chemicals, the dog could tear her to bits, if he wanted. Her huge ear was stepped upon, the heavy paw smashing the tender cartilage. Pained laced through her skull, and she squealed loudly, "Ow, get off! You're hurting me! Stop!" She tried to worm out from under the dog, which was easier, her being bigger and heavier. She rolled over, pinning him, her ears practically glued to the nape of her neck. "What was that for?"
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Post by Невыносимая коммунизм on Oct 14, 2016 19:47:26 GMT -5
@mongrel Hearing the dog was leaving, he growled. "every dog for himself!? I should've just left you in the pit, anyways." He turned, his long feathery tail lashing back and forth. He trotted off, heading for the main city, clearly not wanting to hunt for fear of injuring his leg anymore. He licked his leg, and then disappeared with a swish of his tail.
He was ready for some food, and doubted that much would be good for eating, since it had been weeks since the People had been alive. Heading for a place that smelled strongly of food, he sniffed the air. The doors opened upon his nearing, and he trotted in. Most of the foods near the front were spoiled, and smelled earthy, and were leafy. Yuck. Trust a Human to eat that kind of trash. Trotting farther back, he found a section of meat. Grabbing what felt foamy in his mouth, he tore at the plastic wrapping. Instantly a sour taste hit his nose, and he sputtered, spewing maggots from his mouth. He hacked, the larva spewing from his mouth. When the last had been discharged, he continued on his search.
Sniffing the air, he headed towards a cold-box, nosing it open. Inside, there were boxes, with pictures on them. One looked like a rooster he had fought, without spurs, and without the funny red webbing on their head. Grabbing it, he crunched on it, but it was frozen. He'd have to thaw it. Grabbing a couple more, he trotted contentedly out of the store, letting the doors shut on their own behind him.
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Sato whimpered, calling out louder. "I'm over here! Please help, I'm tied down and I don't have any water. Please bring water!" Fear made her voice pitch her tone squeaky and unsure. Panting from the exertion of calling so loud, her lungs felt as if the air she sucked in was burning her lungs to the core. She struggled to her feet, allowing herself the slightest ray of hope. Maybe she wouldn't die this time after all. She blinked happily, letting her dry lids moisten her dark eyes. Evangelline // Lubov // Cherry
The streets // Nighttime?
The Shiba was the one who took action first; darting off to search for any untainted water. Lubov was the dog who chewed through the ropes; while the Hound was the dog who licked her coarse fur. Although unfamiliar with "street smarts," the dogs had the heart to take care of a complete stranger. Both an asset and a disadvantage in this strange new world. The russet female came quickly with what seemed to be a shallow dish; filled partially with rainwater. It was obvious that she had taken some for her own parched throat; yet it would be rude to drink all of it. As the ropes fell free; all three dogs stepped back from this strange new female. Who was she?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 20:49:04 GMT -5
@shootforthestars Parker had a pretty charming smile, for a bull terrier. He trotted over, greeting the mother-dog with an assuring lick. "Don't worry, I won't bite. Besides, I just ate!" He grinned even wider. "Well doll, my name's Parker, for starters. And if you don't mind me asking, was your master very generous, or are you expecting pups? Surely, if you are, you might need a little more help hunting, to feed the extra mouths, yeah?" He was pretty sure that she was expecting, because of the scent she gave off. It was sweeter, milkier, and he'd come across many a pregnant dame who gave off similar scents. He remembered the smell from his own mother, musky, but sweet, strong, and comforting.
He was attempting to be quite friendly, knowing that often times his breed was feared for their aggression. lozi April stood a little taller, wary of this dog. It wasn't that he was displaying any signs of aggression, but her motherly instincts told her to be on edge until she knew that his male could be absolutely trusted. When he gave her a lick, her lips pulled back but she refrained from snarling at him. Maybe it was because she was expecting or maybe it was because she lived in a horrible world, but even the assurance that wafted off of him seemed forced, "No I'm just fat."
April grinned thinly and blinked twice before saying in amusement, "Of course I'm expecting. No dog can be this big anymore without carrying pups." She sighed and looked around, some of the fight leaving her as she realized just how hungry she was and how rude she was being. Her nerves were fried and her excepting was not helping with her attitude, "I'm sorry Parker. I'm being horrible to you. I would appreciate any help you can give me with hunting since I can't help myself. And... my name is April, not doll." April glanced up at him, her shoulders sagging and her pelt heating up as her stomach rumbled loudly.
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 14, 2016 21:37:24 GMT -5
(Sorry! I was watching Warcraft )
Amber growled. "I still did my service, it's nice to meet you." The feminine paused before continuing, "Do you need help of any sort, it's not safe for dogs to be alone in the city, especially now that people have become those beasts."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2016 1:17:39 GMT -5
Rhapsody responded with a loud whine of terror, as a ball of fur tumbled into her. Her little paws pushed at the body, her stubby legs having a fair amount of power. Her needle-sharp teeth bit blindly at fur. Her adrenaline was at an all time high, and even with the rush of natural chemicals, the dog could tear her to bits, if he wanted. Her huge ear was stepped upon, the heavy paw smashing the tender cartilage. Pained laced through her skull, and she squealed loudly, "Ow, get off! You're hurting me! Stop!" She tried to worm out from under the dog, which was easier, her being bigger and heavier. She rolled over, pinning him, her ears practically glued to the nape of her neck. "What was that for?" "Uh . . . ?" woofed Woodrow, oblivious to the question, as he kicked at Rhapsody with his hare-like hind legs, cringing as his foot skidded carelessly on the tender flesh of a long, flabby ear and as the female cried out in pain. The world was a confusing blur—he had messed up! Squirming, he cannoned from underneath her, lightweight, wiry and weasel-like, after a tedious struggle in which he huffed and writhed regularly. After composing himself, he forced himself to forget their unfortunate acquaintanceship and advanced in a sly-looking yet good-intentioned prowl, sniffing the female's coat with interest. He jerked back, tensed and twitchy, every few moments, seemingly torn between fear and gregariousness. The pessimist within him advised him not to make contact with the long-eared dog—a setter or spaniel of some sort, by the looks of her—whereas his contrasting innocence urged him to engage in play, in spite of the potential dangers. He seemed dumb as a sheep as he stood before the other dog. Mysterious forces inside him conflicted continually, further confusing him. Frustratingly enough, the lass would have to pin him down once more in order to get a single competent word out of him. Woodrow stooped into a playful bow, coiled tail wagging, and burst into capering dance, never in one place for more than an instant. A miasma of frenzied gregariousness surrounded him like an overlarge quantity of dense, musky marsh gas. In the end, he had to give in to his outright craziness—what else could he do? The conventional dog behavior was insanity, according to his People, and he had proof: Had they not ridiculed him sardonically as he tore around the Cape Cod-style house, careened, even, at full speed, slandered his unrefined way of life in humor? Exactly. But he did not need validation of the law to prove that it was true, nor did he need philosophy, nor did he need moralization. Rather, he knew the law by default, and lived it without even thinking twice—without thinking of it at all. It was as though he had always evaluated the instinctual principles of doghood deep inside, principles known and acknowledged from birth, albeit subconsciously.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2016 1:49:46 GMT -5
Brimstone had thawed the chicken overnight, and now had a round stomach of the pale flesh. He had nestled under a tree, and wasn't even sure if he wanted to return to the snappy whippet. He was so ungrateful, and had left him to fend for himself. Every dog for themselves. That was ridiculous! If only there were a way... That was it! He had an idea, but would need Lad's help. Trotting back the way he came, he tried to pick up Lad's scent. The tang of coyote hit his nose. He wrinkled his muzzle. Canid eater. He growled, muttering under his breath. He dropped the chicken he had carried, for the next time he was hungry. No, he wasn't going to let Lad get his paws on it. Not if he had to get it himself.
Hurrying, he went off to find the smaller dog, and to propose his new idea. Lad was torn between slumber and wakefulness, stuck in horrifying limbo. He could subconsciously feel his legs thrashing as he struggled to awaken, a smothered sensation, but just barely. Footsteps neared. Brimstone. Lad's eyelids flitted apart. He could sense displeasure in the air, likely due to his unfortunate eating habits—Oh, like he's a real saint, thought Lad—but also the bright flash that came with an intriguing or otherwise exciting thought. Oh, sweet mother of carrion, thought Lad, but the lanky dog remained stationary. He would hear Brimstone out, whether or not it was an enjoyable experience. And it probably won't be. Still, Lad had come to enjoy the sheepdog mongrel's irate, irritable presence, albeit only slightly. One had to appreciate another's personality, though, thought Lad, to be considered truly cultured. And so Lad forced himself to accept the every up and down of Brimstone's theological contours, a milestone.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 15, 2016 12:25:22 GMT -5
Hey! so where should I jump in?)
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Post by lozi on Oct 15, 2016 12:43:42 GMT -5
@mongrel @blackbird Stormheart *MorningGlory* Невыносимая коммунизм @stormsnow @shootforthestars ☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ ATTENTION ALL WILDERNESS MEMBERS:
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Anyone who does not post to the link (exempt for Mongrel and I) will be purged from the Wilderness main page, and you will have to rejoin.
In order to keep this announcement visible to every member of the Wilderness, this thread will be closed for the next 24 hours. Please do not put this off!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2016 12:44:18 GMT -5
Hey! so where should I jump in?) It’s up to you. Given that the dogs are currently escaping their present situations, however, I recommend that.]]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2016 12:50:46 GMT -5
It’s up to you. Given that the dogs are currently escaping their present situations, however, I recommend that.]] My greatest apologies Mongrel, for the inconvenience, but I'm tired of all these inactive members. >.< I'm deleting anyone that doesn't go to the link in the announcements. Oh. That’s understandable, although I would have appreciated prior notification. This is just a bit . . . unprecedented.
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Post by lozi on Oct 15, 2016 12:52:33 GMT -5
I had sent you a PM... Did you not get it? I've had a virus on my computer and I don't think the technician fixed it all the way, cuz my computer's still screwing around with me. ||
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2016 12:56:02 GMT -5
I had sent you a PM... Did you not get it? I've had a virus on my computer and I don't think the technician fixed it all the way, cuz my computer's still screwing around with me. || No, I didn’t get any message.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2016 17:01:37 GMT -5
So is this open to post on again? XD)
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Post by lozi on Oct 16, 2016 17:07:19 GMT -5
yes. ||
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 16, 2016 17:09:34 GMT -5
I would post but I'm having writers' block so it would be pretty short)
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