Post by J.S on Oct 8, 2012 14:26:12 GMT -5
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<div style="width:419px; margin:10px auto; background-color:#F2F2F2; cellpadding:0px; cellspacing:0px; border:3px solid #000000; border:collapse:collapse; background-image:url('http://i50.tinypic.com/2hx9b7r.png'); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom; padding:0px 0px 570px 0px; text-align:justify; color:#000000; font-family:arial; font-size:12px; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:0px">Senre's bulky form took its time approaching the border, his form swaying left to right in a lazed manner. He didn't seem to be in any hurry, nor seeming to care that he was approached the drawn line of a established pack. He was just walking, enjoying the mild breeze that cut through his fur like scissors. His head hung low, icy blue eyes glowering out in dull relaxation.
As his large paws come to a halt, his head lifts to allow him a better view of the area, his neck craning from side to side before he pushed forward again. He would place himself just before the scent line, his maw lowering to take in the mixed scents of others who had passed by.
Had he come to join? Perhaps. Maybe not. Yet he also enjoyed the freedom he held for the moment, the willingness he felt to be nosy and poke about between the known packs before he would bother settle in one.
As his head bobbed up from the dirt he lifts a paw, squishing it down into the dirt just over the scent line. He was feeling challenging today, and the smallest things would come to amuse him. Lifting his paw his muzzle dipped down once again, tilting mildly to the left as he admired his handy work. An almost perfect paw print resting in the moist dirt, the thickness of his first toe pushing the rest of them out of per portion.
A light smirk set across his maw as he pressed his paw down again, rubbing away the mark completely this time. The muscles in his muzzle tensed as they flared up to show his pearly white k-9's. Then his jaw would stretch out into a yawn.
One would find me odd, sitting inches from a pack land and playing in the dirt. He didn't care. He had an agenda to keep and right now, he simply wanted to play a game of give and pull. Who would come to play with him?<p>
<center><font color=000000><b>Walk!</b></font> | <font color=6DB1C5><b>Talk!</b></font> | <font color=95979D><i>Think!</i></font> | Word Count: 339</center>
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<div style="width:419px; margin:10px auto; background-color:#F2F2F2; cellpadding:0px; cellspacing:0px; border:3px solid #000000; border:collapse:collapse; background-image:url('http://i50.tinypic.com/2hx9b7r.png'); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom; padding:0px 0px 570px 0px; text-align:justify; color:#000000; font-family:arial; font-size:12px; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:0px">Senre's bulky form took its time approaching the border, his form swaying left to right in a lazed manner. He didn't seem to be in any hurry, nor seeming to care that he was approached the drawn line of a established pack. He was just walking, enjoying the mild breeze that cut through his fur like scissors. His head hung low, icy blue eyes glowering out in dull relaxation.
As his large paws come to a halt, his head lifts to allow him a better view of the area, his neck craning from side to side before he pushed forward again. He would place himself just before the scent line, his maw lowering to take in the mixed scents of others who had passed by.
Had he come to join? Perhaps. Maybe not. Yet he also enjoyed the freedom he held for the moment, the willingness he felt to be nosy and poke about between the known packs before he would bother settle in one.
As his head bobbed up from the dirt he lifts a paw, squishing it down into the dirt just over the scent line. He was feeling challenging today, and the smallest things would come to amuse him. Lifting his paw his muzzle dipped down once again, tilting mildly to the left as he admired his handy work. An almost perfect paw print resting in the moist dirt, the thickness of his first toe pushing the rest of them out of per portion.
A light smirk set across his maw as he pressed his paw down again, rubbing away the mark completely this time. The muscles in his muzzle tensed as they flared up to show his pearly white k-9's. Then his jaw would stretch out into a yawn.
One would find me odd, sitting inches from a pack land and playing in the dirt. He didn't care. He had an agenda to keep and right now, he simply wanted to play a game of give and pull. Who would come to play with him?<p>
<center><font color=000000><b>Walk!</b></font> | <font color=6DB1C5><b>Talk!</b></font> | <font color=95979D><i>Think!</i></font> | Word Count: 339</center>
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