Fearless

[rhaxa]

" Idon'twannaeattheliverbitsmommyyyy....zz "

Yeah, wierd. Rhaxa was fast asleep, sprawled out on top of a gravestone, inscribed: Joesph Kruuger, 1865 - 1910 Dearly loved husband, father, and grandfather. One paw was tucked under her face, the other three dangling off the edge. In her slumber she stretched, and rolled to the left - toppling over the stone and falling flat on her face, making an " bbpff " sound as she hit.

" Morning World. " Rhax said drowzily while she scratched the side of her ear with a back paw. Her eyes were heavy and clogged up with goo from sleep, not a beautiful sight if anyone were to pass, which was unlikely at this ungodly hour. Tongue lashed out to slap a fresh layer of saliva on her chops, and she made her way up to the church to go scavenge for her breakfast. Excitable hybrid heard a rustle in the bushes, but decided to ignore it - it was only a graveyard afterall.

[job]

Job, having spent most her time within the world inside the cemetery itself, discovered how few visitors it received and how devilishly lonely she could be. However timid, the coydog managed to realize this in time, so her head wouldn't snap and her thoughts wander loosely.

Was there a visitor to the graveyard? Yes, it seemed there was.

While she wandered quickly, weaving in and out of the stones, a protective instinct rose within her, something causing her to stiffle a growl in Rhax's direction. Upon approach, she slowed down to a stroll and crept quietly from behind Joseph Kruuger's grave, but she saw nothing. Well, until she looked up towards the church where the guest was moving to.

Did she follow? Hell yes she did, like a moth to the flame, Job hurriedly followed after Rhax and, thinking she'd lose the canine, barked a clear 'HEY!' towards her, something more friendly than defensive.

Is she becoming posessive of the graveyard? Let us hope not.

[rhaxa]

Rhaxa turned quickly, her tail wagging furiously.
"HimynamesRhaxawhoareyou?Ineverthoughttheredbeanyotherdogshangingroundhere." She blurted quickly, sucking in air after and finishing with a huff. Mixed breed sat her butt on the ground, tongue hanging out her face in a pant. A hyper/frantic/happy expression was slapped across her face, she didn't really get the chance to talk to people, because they always scarper at the first hint of hyper-activity. Hybrid grinned, and waited.