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Post by Squeeji on May 29, 2007 9:52:18 GMT -5
It had been a long time since Hank had ran into the human village. The once small pup was starting to get a little bit bigger, and was too brave to leave unless he had something to show for his bravery. He'd been called a chicken for being scared of the humans. Well...he couldn't remember who had said it...but he knew he wasn't a chicken. And he'd definitely prove he wasn't one.
Even though he was so scared he could hardly think. Every day he was gone he forgot a little more about his brother and pop...or where they were even if he wanted to run home. He was so much younger then...and that was so long ago.
Hank traipsed around the border of the village, he wasn't sure that the humans wouldn't do something bad to him. So he watched them. This wasn't a game he liked anymore. He was lonely and hungry...and scared. He was sick of adventures especially when he didn't have anyone to share them with. He growled and waited until dark.
At least then the humans were gone and he could eat their garbage...
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Post by tormand24532 on May 29, 2007 21:43:36 GMT -5
A german Sherpard named Zilgin. Wonder the street. Looking for food and exciment. He heared something at the coner. Its was a dog. "Who are you?" He saided not trying to sarce the pup. He strare at the pup.
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Post by Donn on May 30, 2007 3:06:12 GMT -5
Most unfortunately for the German Shepard, at that moment a Scottish Terrier walked out in front of Hank, minding his own business. Junior didn't even notice the pup, but his head snapped up at the question. He thought it had been directed at him, which of course it hadn't. The terrier was in a predictably foul mood, and didn't like this canine's tone. It also didn't help that Junior was a bit deaf. "What the bloody blazes dooes it mean to youu, laddy!?" he retorted hotly. "Mind you're own bloody business!" His thick Scottish accent making the words somehow seem even more forceful. Junior was not one to be intimidated by anyone, even when he thought mistakenly he had been addressed, when he actually hadn't.
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Post by tormand24532 on May 30, 2007 9:47:09 GMT -5
Zilgin heared the rude remake "Watch who you're talking to." Zilgin said poitely. He looked at the pup digging in the trash. Then Ziglin step out all the way reveling a Scar on his muzzle and his size.
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Post by Squeeji on Jun 1, 2007 10:15:22 GMT -5
The sound of the two males made the dumpster diving pup almost leap out of his skin. Hank shrunk back, a scrap of something in his mouth with with a weak little growl.
He eyed them with his blues eyes carefully, one was scary and tough looking, big, with a wicked scar on his face. The other was tiny but looked meaner than a rabid squirrel. He stared at both of them, being so boisterous to one another, frozen in time, hackles raised, he was wild after all...he didn't know what these human pets would do to him for intruding on their territory.
He was dumbstrikeningly silent in their presence.
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Post by tormand24532 on Jun 1, 2007 10:46:53 GMT -5
Zilgin turned to know the pup was staring at him. "Who are you young one?" He sayed in a honorable voice. Zilgin a non - pet looked at the puppy then sat.
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Post by Donn on Jun 1, 2007 16:48:57 GMT -5
"EH?!" Junior was getting really annoyed and confused, and turned around to see Hank. He frowned, and moved forward a bit to get a closer look. "Eh? 'Oo're you, pup?" he asked a little quieter. He had some patience with pups, but not much more than he did adults. The pup was being very quiet. "Coome on, 'Oo arre you? Sit oop straight, and don't slouch, m'boy. Well?" Junior didn't approve of pups who didn't look attentive when an older dog was speaking to them. He was very old fashioned about his ideas, and believed in the 'Don't speak unless spoken to' idea. He had spoken to the pup, so he couldn't see why the child was being so silent still.
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Post by Squeeji on Jun 11, 2007 9:34:49 GMT -5
The pup tried to stand up straight, and hold his tail up. But he was scared super scared. And his ears tilted back in anxiety...He gulped, but there wasn't exactly anywhere he could run, or hide. Hank licked his nose with quick nervous darts of his pink tongue and whimpered.
"I...I...I'm Henry sir. My pop and brother call me Hank. " His blue eyes darted around, not so much in fear but to look for a cunning get away, he was already falling into his old habits of daydreaming...
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Post by Wesley on Jun 24, 2007 16:34:05 GMT -5
Wesley watched as the three other dogs talked amongst themselves, a small smile creeping across his face. For some reason he found the small scottish terrior so entertaining and yet slightly frightning at the same time. Of course, Wes was sure of his self, and his position in this village, so he trotted up to the small bickering group.
"Why, what have we here?" his sightless gaze turned to the pup, smelling the trash around his body and close to his mouth. "A pup who must scavenge for food, an easily upset terrior, and a strangely quiet and stiff sheperd. Welcome to Hallow Village, how can I help you during your stay?" he said politely and curtly. He would have chuckled later of how he sounded much like a human host. Perhaps living here was rubbing off on him.
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Post by Donn on Jul 1, 2007 7:31:23 GMT -5
"Well, WHO THE BLOODY 'ELL D'YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" Junior roared, forcibly spitting, growling, howling and yelling, somehow all at the same time. "I am trying to 'ave a bloody conversation, with you interruptin'! Who said you could talk to me in the firs' place?! Get outta my sight, laddy, Or I'll wipe that stoopid smile off ya face ya wee maggot!" Junior didn't have the time, patience or dispositon for guide dogs, friendly residents, welcoming committees or whatever the hell this newcomer was. Junior wanted him gone. It was hard enough talking to two strangers at once without a third person butting in.
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