Post by Wesley on Jul 23, 2006 13:55:33 GMT -5
.ooc. Sorry it took me so long. x.x
.ic.
Once again, Wesley was sleeping in. He liked sleeping because it made his mind wander off into a magical place where anything can happen, and no stress. There was an increase in members these past few days and Wesley had to be in more places than most times, and it was tiring. Tonight, he was dreaming that he and Echo were in a forest and Wesley could see. Though, he couldn’t imagine what Echo looked like so her appearance changed in every dream he had. Echo—when she spoke and he was awake, none of those appearances in his dreams seemed to fit her voice. Wesley knew that he was blind for good, but can’t a guy dream?
Though asleep, the alpha dog was still aware of everything going on. If a sound was loud enough he would hear it, and if a scent was strong enough he could smell it. Echo was quiet enough getting up and leaving that he didn’t acknowledge her not being there. Minutes passed, and Wesley was still sound asleep, almost ready to wake up. Lately, there was a stranger that was giving him things on his legs as he slept. Knowing who it was, but didn’t want to ruin the fun, the brown dog played along with this game and very much would like to give his mate something but so far he hasn’t found out yet what the right thing to give her was. She gave him something different every time, and Wes loved how diverse everything was to each other.
Curious, he knew the object was on his legs and he could smell the sweet scent of it but he wanted to wait a few more moments. Time passed and he opened his eyes slowly and turned his head toward the item. He smelled it, and it smelled wonderful. Smiling, he stared at it for a few seconds then took the stem in his mouth. Biting down a little, liquid came into his mouth but he bared it and turned to Echo. The juice inside of it tasted foul, but the other end of it seemed like it was the best thing in the world.
He tired to identify the scent. There was a small flower shop just down the road and the smell was very similar to what he was holding now. People passing by often said things like “Roses”, “Flowers”, “Tulip” and “Buttercup”. He didn’t understand what any of those were, but they had to be related to what his gift was.
“The stranger brought me something nice today, come look.” He smiled and sat up, sitting on his haunches and wagging his tail. He never knew what Echo’s expressions were, but he did know that she would be happy to see that he liked her present. He hoped that she would be able to describe the flower to him, Wes would very much like to know what it looked like.
.ic.
Once again, Wesley was sleeping in. He liked sleeping because it made his mind wander off into a magical place where anything can happen, and no stress. There was an increase in members these past few days and Wesley had to be in more places than most times, and it was tiring. Tonight, he was dreaming that he and Echo were in a forest and Wesley could see. Though, he couldn’t imagine what Echo looked like so her appearance changed in every dream he had. Echo—when she spoke and he was awake, none of those appearances in his dreams seemed to fit her voice. Wesley knew that he was blind for good, but can’t a guy dream?
Though asleep, the alpha dog was still aware of everything going on. If a sound was loud enough he would hear it, and if a scent was strong enough he could smell it. Echo was quiet enough getting up and leaving that he didn’t acknowledge her not being there. Minutes passed, and Wesley was still sound asleep, almost ready to wake up. Lately, there was a stranger that was giving him things on his legs as he slept. Knowing who it was, but didn’t want to ruin the fun, the brown dog played along with this game and very much would like to give his mate something but so far he hasn’t found out yet what the right thing to give her was. She gave him something different every time, and Wes loved how diverse everything was to each other.
Curious, he knew the object was on his legs and he could smell the sweet scent of it but he wanted to wait a few more moments. Time passed and he opened his eyes slowly and turned his head toward the item. He smelled it, and it smelled wonderful. Smiling, he stared at it for a few seconds then took the stem in his mouth. Biting down a little, liquid came into his mouth but he bared it and turned to Echo. The juice inside of it tasted foul, but the other end of it seemed like it was the best thing in the world.
He tired to identify the scent. There was a small flower shop just down the road and the smell was very similar to what he was holding now. People passing by often said things like “Roses”, “Flowers”, “Tulip” and “Buttercup”. He didn’t understand what any of those were, but they had to be related to what his gift was.
“The stranger brought me something nice today, come look.” He smiled and sat up, sitting on his haunches and wagging his tail. He never knew what Echo’s expressions were, but he did know that she would be happy to see that he liked her present. He hoped that she would be able to describe the flower to him, Wes would very much like to know what it looked like.
