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Post by bandit on Sept 24, 2006 18:42:03 GMT -5
It was morning, the sun was bright and a tan wolf was sitting on the beach. She had no clue who she was, but knew her name was Bandit. She always wondered, "Who am I? What Am I?" Those certain questions came to mind all the time. Especially, sense everyone rejected her. She has been trying to make it into the Synl pack, sense she was a hybrid and fit the requirements. She was a little shy, but she would stand up for herself. She always felt alone, trapped, and rejected. She was a Timber wolf x Doberman, but why did her own kind reject her?
She sat there watching the sunrise, and the ocean animals roam the beach. She smiled and sat there just watching.
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Post by tioga on Sept 24, 2006 21:05:59 GMT -5
Dex let the ocean air blow through his brown pelt. He had always enjoyed the beach, he took a deep breath and let the cool air relax him as he sat down. He was alone and a loner, being part wolf, it was hard to find a pack that would accept him. He missed his mother's guidence and her love, he had nothing to remind him of her, except for the tattered dusty blue bandanna he wore around his neck.
He smiled at the good times she had with her while he was alive, and frouned at the bad times. He missed her, but he would have to move on. He watched as a crab scooted along the sand in front of him, and looked back at the ocean. He closed his eyes as the wind blew into his face and pushed his bangs back. He took another deep breath, he caught wind of another dog in the area, and saw a female wolf sitting on the sand over looking the ocean as he was. I wonder who she is, Dex thought to himself. He trotted over close to were she was, he walked up behind her, Hi, my name's Dex. Who are you?
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Post by bandit on Sept 24, 2006 21:08:12 GMT -5
Bandit jumped up and looked at Dex. "My name is Bandit. She stood her ground, but did not know what to make up of this wolf. She was confused at seeing this dog or wolf. She didn't know what to make of it. She scanned this dog, but still got just plan confusion. She waited for a reply. Figured, oh boy, another rejection. That was he biggest fear of all, one word, Rejection.
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