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Post by Mystic on Sept 21, 2009 19:34:45 GMT -5
Ink could always smell them, but he never saw them.
He could pick up the scents of other dogs, cats, foxes, and wolves. But he rarely saw anything larger than a rabbit. (Aside from Brooke, of course.) He glanced back at the house on the hill. Brooke was his two-leg, and his only friend. She was what two-legs called a 'writer.' And every summer they came out to this remote little place so she could be alone, write, and hike out in the wilderness.
Ink had heard stories of wolves. They were like his ancestors: wild. They weren't calm beings that you could talk with. They fought for food, land, and mates. They couldn't be bought or reasoned with. Wolves were just...wild. And elusive, apparently. Ink continued to wander through the high grass stopping only occasionally to sniff the air.
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Post by Phantom on Nov 26, 2009 23:03:42 GMT -5
"Who are you?"
The alert, curious voice pitched from above, on the tip of a sharp rock. The figure atop the rock was not wolf. Or at least... not full wolf. He was obviously at least part dog, with a fluffy tail curled up against his back, a compact body with a full ribcage and small ears. The half-wolf leapt down to where Ink was, ice-blue eyes sharp. There was an odd look to his eyes... it betrayed that something was obviously very, very wrong with this dog. Like he wasn't... all there.
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Post by Mystic on Nov 26, 2009 23:08:40 GMT -5
((Late reply much? XD))
Ink jumped as the wolf...dog...thing spoke. He looked up at him, standing on the rock like a king. Out of instinct, Ink's tail went between his legs. "My name is Ink. Yourself?" He'd heard animals in these parts had weird names. Not like the Princesses and Spots he knew in the city. Out here there were names like Graystream or Azalea or Zane. Strange names.
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Post by Phantom on Nov 26, 2009 23:25:27 GMT -5
He grinned. "Halacline." Weird enough. But his fluffy tail wagged and he dropped to his forepaws, playfully letting out a bark. "Wanna play?" He offered, dodging from side to side playfully, ears pricked. He was pretty adorable, really.
((Sorry! XD I didn't know who to reply with.))
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Post by Mystic on Nov 26, 2009 23:41:12 GMT -5
((Lol!))
Ink tilted his head to one side. It was a dog, but it wasn't at the same time. But, it seemed innocent enough. Ink had played with tons of dogs back in the city. He barked in response and began to wag his tail. "Sure!"
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Post by Phantom on Nov 26, 2009 23:44:10 GMT -5
The other part-dog quickly aimed to pounce Ink, tail wagging. He was just being playful, though. Not threatening in the slightest. It seemed that his dog blood was dominant over what wolf blood he had. It would mean that he wouldn't kill Ink, at least. Or at least... it seemed that way.
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Post by Mystic on Nov 26, 2009 23:57:20 GMT -5
Ink didn't know the meaning of caution. So why should he exert it? He met Halacite's pounce and let out a playful bark. It was just like back at the city, when he took Brooke for a walk! Ink playfully nipped at Halacite. He seemed like a dog, for the most part. Did that mean there were other dogs around here as well? Where had they come from, since no hmans lived here?
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Post by Phantom on Nov 27, 2009 0:22:26 GMT -5
Hala laughed, prancing back somewhat and dancing to one side, curled tail wagging. This was fun! He didn't have fun all that often. And it was rare he ever saw another even close to dog. And wolves were rarely any fun. Ink had a friend in mind in that opinion.
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Post by Mystic on Nov 27, 2009 14:44:36 GMT -5
Ink barked and crouched down in front of Hala, his tail wagging. He looked a bit like one dog Ink knew very well. She was the 'wildest' dog in the whole city. And that wasn't very wild at all. She occasionally dreamt of hunting a deer or something, and that was about it.
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Post by Phantom on Nov 27, 2009 15:31:09 GMT -5
Sounded like Hala's mother. But nothing in Ink's wildest dreams could fathom his father.Hala let out a playful woof and rolled onto his back, tail wagging, just purely playful. It wasn't so much a sign of submission as a sign of trust.
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Post by Mystic on Nov 27, 2009 15:34:54 GMT -5
Ink barked and pawed playfully at Halacite's exposed belly. Where he came from, exposing your belly was always a sign of friendship. Most of the dogs he knew weren't very violent, and if they were they had sense enough to not start fights. So he'd never seen a dog lie in submission before.
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Post by Phantom on Nov 27, 2009 16:43:56 GMT -5
Hala playfully aimed to bite Ink's paw, just a light nip, harmless. His curled tail wagged feircely, and it was obvious he was quite enjoying himself. But something still seemed odd about him. Something... bad.
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Post by Mystic on Nov 27, 2009 16:54:11 GMT -5
Ink let out a playful yelp and nipped at Hala's ear. He noticed that something just wasn't right. But he shoved it aside for the moment. Dogs just didn't listen to silly little things like instinct. So Ink continued to bark playfully, tail wagging.
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