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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 22:03:38 GMT -5
I know. I never said anything against it. The logical side of my mind says that it isn't possible for animals) Does that really matter??? I mean ... Really.))
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 28, 2016 22:06:01 GMT -5
Forget I said anything............)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 22:07:26 GMT -5
Forget I said anything............) (Nah. To each her own. You shouldn't care.)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 28, 2016 22:10:50 GMT -5
I don't care what other people do. I was simply saying that I don't understand how it works with animals. So I do care in the sense that I don't see it being possible. But I am a decent enough person to not stop others from rping things like that.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 22:16:42 GMT -5
I don't care what other people do. I was simply saying that I don't understand how it works with animals. So I do care in the sense that I don't see it being possible. But I am a decent enough person to not stop others from rping things like that.) No, I meant you shouldn't care about what I said.)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 28, 2016 22:18:21 GMT -5
oh. ok)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 16:53:25 GMT -5
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Post by lozi on Nov 29, 2016 17:52:28 GMT -5
Can people repost? I can't find the posts >.< ]]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 17:55:49 GMT -5
Lad standing over him, his skinny legs barely able to straddle his chest, Brimstone let out a content sigh. Leaning forward to Lad, he gave him a sloppy lick. He shut his eyes, leaning into his chest. Rolling the smaller dog over, he stood over him, hunching over him. Lad grinned slightly into Brimstone's sloppy kiss. He giggled softly as he tumbled over. The sighthound landed on his back with a sigh, tucking his paws against his chest rather cutely. His tail thumped against the tar below.
"That's more like it." The whippet stretched up to nuzzle Brimstone's neck, then dropped back down, smiling as he looked up at his lover.
"Proceed." The whippet cocked an ear innocently. lozi
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 17:56:54 GMT -5
You abandon me when I need you most loziJust in case you're wondering, there's no need for a timeskip at the moment because they're not going to be doing anything over PG-13 (I would hope).)) lozi
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 18:13:25 GMT -5
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 29, 2016 19:48:11 GMT -5
"If it makes you feel better, I can't hunt either. I'm too big," Pandora said, "but don't worry the test is simple. What are you good at? Which rank were you thinking of taking?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 21:09:45 GMT -5
( *MorningGlory* Do you need me to quote my Woodrow post for you? You said you wanted to RP with him.)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 29, 2016 22:02:54 GMT -5
Please)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 22:03:59 GMT -5
*MorningGlory*Woodrow had hovered around the room for the most part, groveling for fear of drawing too much attention. He wasn't a coward (or at least he thought so), but he would go any length to protect himself. He had never valued himself much, nor evaluated the possibility, but that was with People. With other dogs, it was different. He seemed to blend in with them like a camouflaged hunter to a woodland backdrop (not that he would ever be as supercilious or as noble as the others, whom he held in high regard at least subconsciously, but this prospect did not cross his mind). The terrier sighed a little through his mouth, the air singing a warm melody in the spaces between his teeth. He had never been a social butterfly, most dogs being larger than him, but he would love it if someone were around for him at that moment, the perfect someone. Someone who wouldn't smother him, try to protect him, like Harper, and someone who would give him space and give him respect, a standard that Rhapsody, although lovable, did not meet, and would not until she was hardened by this new wilderness—well, maybe it was for the better that she wasn't. Woodrow felt a rush of almost misery as he imagined his newfound friend so unlike herself—sedate. Unnatural. Artificial.Woodrow needed someone who would just . . . Well, he needed someone just right. Woodrow held back a memory of the People. Not just the one with whom he had once lived—not just Gladys. No, he thought of all of them collectively—their memory as a whole, their being a dead race, an eradicated one. He felt a crushing sensation that seemed to seep through the fibres of his bones, of his skin, of his innards, of his brains. He remembered an engraving he had seen long ago, on a walk with a foster Safeguarded: in loving memory of marah aldine bexley 1890-1930 died a hero The terrier's neck snapped up with a crackle. He felt an ethereal sensation, and with his ears he heard the sound of a tempest rushing past, the same sound one heard as they tore through the land in a run, slicing the air—everyone knew those sounds. How long had he sat there occupied?
Woodrow remembered the talk about ranks vaguely. He did not like it, he decided; he would tolerate it (as if he had a choice), but he would not like it. He would much rather live without such an elaborate complex to complicate the goings-on of his life.
Underlain were the boy's previous musings, of People, of ranks, and, more important, of a particular inscription he had once seen. But why should it bother him so much?
What he did not know was that the misery he had latently felt, the sudden, muted pain, was product of the sadness he had been feeling since the Epidemic, and, now that he thought about it, since he had killed the Beast. Woodrow felt a rush of grief and remorse. Why had they killed the poor thing? It had deserved life as much as them—even if it wasn't exactly alive anymore.
What bothered him was the harsh reality of death—not only of death, but of extinction. The extinction of Humanity. The People were lost to them, the only avenue through which they could make contact with their former companions the Beast. But this was not an adequate outlet. It was bad and promised only bad.
Woodrow wished, pleaded, that he could have seen Gladys in her last moments, shown her how much he appreciated her, how much he had loved to serve her and how much he had adored her. He had only wanted good for her, had earnestly wished her well.
His wish had not worked.
The dog blinked, the rims of his eyes brimming with tears, lost in grief. He had lost it, he had finally lost it.
He let it go. He cried.
He cried.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 29, 2016 22:23:56 GMT -5
I have no idea how to reply to that so I'm gonna do my best)
Liberty walked aimlessly through the building. She wasn't sure what to do with her time. With her human she'd been a support dog for a children's hospital and now she didn't know what to do
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 22:25:35 GMT -5
(He needs something to respond to for me to be able to RP.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 22:26:15 GMT -5
I have no idea how to reply to that so I'm gonna do my best) It was a sort of vent for him because I hadn't roleplayed him in a while.))
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 29, 2016 22:45:10 GMT -5
I didn't have anything to respond to in your post so....I don't know what you want me to do. that's literally the best I've got right now. I had a bad day and am not feeling very creative.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 22:48:01 GMT -5
(That's OK. Reply when you have a muse.)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 29, 2016 22:49:31 GMT -5
No please just reply with something because if I reply when I have muse I still won't be able to come up with anything for him to directly reply to. You know what? Just pretend she accidentally ran into him or something I don't care.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 23:25:48 GMT -5
Woodrow wanted to leave the room. Had to leave it. He wanted to be out of everyone's way, though he did not necessarily want to be alone. If alone, his feelings would only press down on him. He would be left alone to agonize over everything he'd recently done wrong.
The terrier made his first ambiguous steps, unsure what to do. The two leaders may have left the room, but he was afraid they would come back at any moment.
He dared run into the hall, swallowing a gasp as he collided with a much larger living being. He sat shock-still at Liberty's feet, unwilling to move—well, more like scared senseless. He wasn't even in touch with his feelings, instead entirely blank.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 29, 2016 23:29:26 GMT -5
He and Liberty are the same size lol)
Liberty jumped back as she bumped into the other dog. 'I'm so sorry!" she yelped frantically, "Are you ok? Please tell me I didn't hurt you! I'm such a klutz!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 23:33:43 GMT -5
Liberty jumped back as she bumped into the other dog. 'I'm so sorry!" she yelped frantically, "Are you ok? Please tell me I didn't hurt you! I'm such a klutz!" "Uh, it's okay," he said, the air from the gasp like a lump in his throat. He got up from where he had formerly been spread-eagled and messily composed himself, his tail hanging like a sliver in midair, not to high, not too low. It was a gesture of uncertainty, uncertainty of he didn't know what.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 23:35:10 GMT -5
He and Liberty are the same size lol) Oops. Well, he's a Maltese/Yorkie mix.)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 29, 2016 23:56:21 GMT -5
She's an italian greyhound. She's smaller than Lad. She may be slightly bigger than Woodrow but not that much)
"Are you ok?" Liberty asked again, "Why don't I get you a steak or something? To make up for it?" she asked, feeling terrible
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 8:47:52 GMT -5
"Are you ok?" Liberty asked again, "Why don't I get you a steak or something? To make up for it?" she asked, feeling terrible "No, no," Woodrow responded. He suddenly didn't want a friend—not a friend offering him things. "That won't be necessary." He didn't know what else to say, so he had to be contrived with this female.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 30, 2016 9:51:22 GMT -5
Liberty nodded slowly "um......ok..we'll..sorry..." she said quietly, unsure what to say or do
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 9:58:31 GMT -5
"Don't be," Woodrow reaffirmed hastily. He puckered his brow a little out of irritation, but his thick fur hid it mostly—save for the motion of his head, indicating his otherwise sequestered movement, though he wasn't aware.
He didn't want to make this female feel bad when she had just arrived. It would be wrong to drag her into this like that, though he definitely wasn't against dragging her into it in general. He'd love someone to latch on to.
"Let's go to the porch and chat," Woodrow said flatly. He wasn't looking forward to a conversation at the moment, but he'd probably ease into it at one point or another. He probably needed it anyway. But did she need it? He was still upset and trying hard not to lash out.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 30, 2016 10:16:31 GMT -5
"Um..sure...." Liberty said, feeling all sorts of confused. This dog looked ready to sure her ears off and had denied sharing a meal but wanted to talk? Why didnt she feel like he wanted to talk? The look in his eyes....
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