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Post by SunFlash on Apr 18, 2005 17:20:22 GMT -5
OOC: Need to sharpen my talons in the RP department. Griff has also been kinda "dormant" lately. I'll get him back in gear.
BIC:
Griffin, a black and tan Doberman Pinscher, lay under the warm sun by San Fransisco bay. He, and his boy Jessie, were adapting well to the feral life of "stray-hood". The light-haired boy assembled scraps of wood across a small alleyway to create a shelter. "Sure beats sitting by the market, doesn't it boy?" He told his dog, then sitting at the dark canine's side. He has picked a few bits of cash from the populated city. The young lad was thinking about getting a small job, or requesting help in a way that allows him to keep Griffin.
Griffin himself longed to see San Fran. Toronto was similar, which attracted him to the city's inner beauty. Nudging one of his master's legs, he rose to his paws. He patted the dog between his cropped ears, and watched him leave.
Light on his feet, Griffin dodged the clouds of people sweeping around the sidewalks. He seeked refuge by going to the field by the bay. His docked short tail wagged while his nostrils took in the salty scent of the bay, and a brisk breeze chilled his slick coat and tossed his scarf. At that momment, he knew that he is wild, like the wind that swept the city.
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Post by wonderdog on Apr 16, 2008 6:56:03 GMT -5
OOC~I'll be the frist one to join you Sunflash if it ok with you. BIC~ Wonderdog walks up and sees that she is alone. Hem I wonder where everyone is??? she said to herself.
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Post by SunFlash on Apr 16, 2008 16:34:21 GMT -5
OOC: Yo, I made this post 3 years ago. Posts that are that old shouldn't be brought up again *locks*.
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