[Meeting] Drag Me To The Grave
04-12-2017, 09:20 AM
Already half a year old and it was obvious he was going to be big and yet he wasn't going to be bulky. He was already showing traces of taking after his mom in stature except for the puppy fat that still clung to him. He had yet to work any of that off yet, but even as it was he was mostly legs. Legs, paws, and large ears that were on constant swivel. They instantly picked up on the howl that came from his mom, but something was off about it. She normally sounded a lot happier than that. The downside was that he was late - super late. He'd been spending most of his time at the border, believing himself to be helping by patrolling (even though he had no earthly idea what he'd do if he'd actually run into somebody) and he wasn't anywhere near Faite when she'd called. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, only tripping over a few things, and arrived panting. He spotted his mom instantly, as well as his dad and other siblings, and then the bright colorful girl that he hadn't seen as of yet. Who was she and why was she cowering up next to mom. He edged closer, coming to the other side of Faite as he peered at her. "Hi I'm Rory, who are you?" Walk, "Talk" Think |
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