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[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/23wo300.jpg] Blake didn’t really recall what happened next, the full moon blocked his memory so it all seemed like a blur to the brown and red merle male. First he took note of the annoying femme. She used the word ‘bully’ too much; it was like the only word the little pest could use to describe the twins. Blake rolled his liquid amber eyes and gave a slight chuckle to show his amusement in the pesky female. "Thank you miss, I find the word ‘bully’ a compliment although you might want to expand your vocabulary some. I find that word getting quite old." Blake mentioned, raising his eyebrows to give her a handsome look. Sadly, no one ever found him as handsome. Most canines mentioned Tara’s beauty. She was a strikingly gorgeous girl, with the feathery fur and pretty colors. All males soon fell for her except for Blake himself for that would just be weird. That also chopped his self-confidence down like a lumberjack would chop down a tree with his axe. It sent jealousy running through the male’s mind and that was the center of his madness towards his sister. He was able to keep that anger down and hiding it away from his twin, hidden in his mental prison. Blake sent a glance at the pup’s mum with a look of sorrow. Yes, he enjoyed this little game of cat and mouse but he knew the pain of separation. Tara and Blake felt that when they were ripped away from their parents and their pack. The memory sent a throbbing in his head and Blake tried to shake it off. The mother desperately called for her pup but he did not listen. Blake wondered if the little nipper looked into Tara’s eyes. They were full of mystery and very attractive, actually Blake’s were also but only during the full moon. It was something that they had received from their mum’s side of the family. Tara now had the cute little one on her side. Joy seemed to flutter around in Blake. Would Tara return the pup to his mother after a little game or did she plan to take him with her? It would be fun to teach the pup some of their great techniques. Blake trotted over beside his Aussie sis with powerful strides and neatly sat down on his merle patterned haunches. His gazed drifted between the femmes other than his sister. This seemed to be going nowhere besides the fact they had someone else’s pup. Little did Blake know that before he went to sit with his twin that the very pretty Great Dane/Mastiff/Finnish Spitz mix had asked him a question. His busy subconscious had discarded the fact that she had asked him rather than any of the other canines in the room. First Tara had a wounded shoulder, second the git had a bitten ankle and puppy teeth can hurt besides the size, and finally the mother female was just dissed by her pup as some might say. Why would the Finnish Spitz ask him? Maybe it has his panicking looking state. That was due to the rising moon. It would be up in the sky soon and by then the twins might just rip all of these strangers to pieces. Great, this is just how Blake wanted the evening to end… not! His jaws were clamped together tightly and Blake didn’t realize it but his eyes could show all of his emotions that corresponded with what he was thinking. Automatically, Blake switched to his poker face mode now "Oi, shouldn't we be leaving now sis?"” Blake kept a wary eye on the door. The Shepherd wouldn’t be surprised at all if another dog came crashing into the room. It was like all of the silly little town’s residents were attracted to wherever the twins were at. The original purpose of coming here worked its way out of Blake’s mind after this whole conversation. He even ignored the rumbling of his empty stomach like an annoying aching. Silly things like this happened all the time. Now, Blake sat there, wondering about what the future would bring for all these wonderful females, the annoying female, and the male pup. OOC; Sorry for the horrible post. I found myself without muse for a very long time.

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/1zbqx35.jpg] Tara was annoyed. She hated this husky looking dog who kelt bothering her, it was driving her patience! That stupid mutt didn't know what kind of trouble she was getting into by messing with them, no idea at all. Tara snarled as she watched her brother limp back to where he had been sitting beside the other lass. She was very quiet, but she took no sides as far as Tara could tell. Amused, yes. Serious, not really. Tara rolled her eyes at the young femme Aussie. She had no idea what fun was. As for the little bloke whom the sheltie was calling 'Spencer', she only grinned and chuckled slyly. This puppy actually liked her, and Tara liked that. Most boys were, however, attracted to the Aussie bitch. But then again, most women were attracted to Blake. They were just picture perfect.  "Aww, now, baby Spencer, why don't you like your mummy, dear? She has taken good care of you, no? Ahh, but here you say I'm more fun? Dah, what a cute little bloke you are!" Tara awed at the fluff ball that had torn skin in the other female's legs. Well, Blake was right about that. she needed to find something other to use than the word 'bully.' And quite frankly, she didn't give a damn what she called her, bully might even be considered a compliment to Tara and Blake. Her long, feathery fur blew gently in the chilly wind, ears laid back on her skull as she gave the other dog a threatening look. She stood up and her cut down her shoulder slowly stopped dripping and clotted, like all blood cells do. the smell was still fresh, she could still smell that oozing scent on her tongue, and Tara licked her lips.  Tara flickered her gaze to up to Blake. She could tell he was becoming irritated and agitated, she figured they should better leave soon or else there would be some damage done. Her moon mode hadn't quite come out yet, her cells were doing a good job of keeping it closed until the time it was to come out. Tara knew it was too late to try to push it back farther, so she let it push on it's borders until it cake final.  Tara was a beast.  Everyone who messed with them should know it by then, it was something good to know before coming in contact with the twins. Background checks were always nice. In fact. Some places required them. Ha, wasn't that funny? Tara mused, her mouth fumbling over unspoken words that she needed to spit out. She was going to test Blake's limits today, she was having to much fun.  "What are you taking about Blake? We are having to much fun, right little boy? Mm?" Tara blinked at Blake so he got the message. He knew what it meant. Tara didn't have to explain any more to him.  It was go time.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/SilentCallings/MollyTableForVran.jpg] [atrb=cellPadding,10,true][scrolly:h(252),w(172),sy] "Speech." Molly grunted at Blake's reply."Excuse me,sir,but this does not concern you.You aren't my teacher,and I think I can control my own vocabulary.So you see,I am only concerned about this here little one.As you can see,little Spencer's mother is clearly afraid.Now,I personally haven't encountered anything bad with your sister,but she has quite the irregular reputatation.I'm sure your sister is not bad at all.I can see that now.I was just uncomfortable."Molly really couldn't see that now,but she would just wait and watch.f these two acted up,Molly would fix that.Maybe,if Molly could befriend this bully,she could see that this dog was only fierce and protective like she was.But Molly would not use her fierceness for bullying.Bullying was wrong,and it did not benifit anyone in any way! So Molly quietly watched the two grown dogs and the one adorable puppy play together rather akwardly,carefully observing them so they would not act up. OOC:Sorry this is bad. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/SilentCallings/SpencerTableForWoofMiddle.png] Spencer looked at his mum than back at the gorgeous Tara that he had just met, she was stunning, striking possibly, and there was just that aura that made Spencer just fall in love with her, because Tara was different, his mother was just too boring and plain. “Because, you are so pretty, and fun, but my mum is normal and boring.” the small pup piped, looking merely at his girlfriend with contempt. It was clear to him that he was pretty sure he had made the right decision in choosing Tara over Jaime, the over dosed adreneline amount flowing off of the aussie was simply amazing to the pup, and he couldn’t wait to see the energy in action, outside, in daylight, in play. Basically, the sheltie mix puppy was looking for someone different, to have a little fun with, and Tara, was is, now all he had to do was get his over protective mother to get out of his fur, and this other dog, who had the small amount of words in her cranium and looked particularly confused, instead of pained, at his bite, to shut up already. All the pup wanted was to be alone,, with Tara that is, and as he glanced over at his mother, saw tears streaming down her sable pelt, he knew that the best thing to do would be just to go with his mother, and forget about Tara, but it was merely impossible, for he, was in love with this evil canine, and there was no turning away from that, it just happened, and now the thought was stuck in his mind, stuck in his heart. Grasciously, his cotton candy, pink tongue repeatitly ran over the luscius silk pelt on the femme’s maw, his eyes never leaving her. For some rare reason, her eyes were like magnets, sparking in the light, he only ever wished that his eyes did that, but he would most likely never know, considering he couldnt look into his own eyes.. “Look, lady, you should really just turn around and walk away, because your constant gabbing is annoying, me and my pertiful girlfriend, Tara. So just turn around, and leave fluffy butt!” He shouted to her, growling in between words and then turning back to Tara “Don’t worry baby, i’ll protect you” the pup said puffing out his chest as much as he possibly could without hurting himself, then when his mother spoke he turned his head towards her but completely ignored her as she said “Spencer, apologize this instant, that was mean, young man!” His mother was such a strict little grouch and he hoped one day he would be larger than his mother so he could beat the nagger up. Since she nagged way too much, he loved his mother but he just really wished she would let him have fun.

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[atrb=background,http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/SilentCallings/NataliaTable2Middle.png] ** Natalia worriedly watched the handsome brute beside her, dipping her muzzle to touch his shoulder lightly, not wanting to press to hardly in the case that he would act aggressively, for despite how her father and siblings looked, she wasn’t as muscled nor as tall as they were, and thus she wasn’t quite as equipped for fighting as most canines were, though her pride would never allow her to depend on someone else for protection, never, she would rather die than to allow someone to go out and battle someone for her, it just made her look like she was some pawn in a board game, weak and useless. Her semi-floppy lobes perked forward when he called for his sister, inquiring her as to if they should head on, and the Great Dane/Finnish Spitz/Mastiff mix felt a chill run down her spine, as if her subconscious knew that this duo wasn’t quite as stable as the rest of these canines during some sort of event, but she just couldn’t put her finger on it, and she glanced out the shattered window, aureate irises darting around, searching for any clues, but all that greeted her was the silvery moon, at its fullest phase, but that couldn’t be driving them to such lengths, could it? Her voids then wandered over to the pup that was pressing itself against Tara, which she assumed was the beautiful dame’s name considering that was what the child chirped out, and she actually looked at the mother with some sympathy, wanting to go over and give some comfort, these feelings having been inherited from her kind and caring mother, but she held back from doing so, since she didn’t want to get harmed for doing anything wrong, after all, it was pretty obvious that everyone in this room was unpredictable, some with their vocabulary, others with their actions, such as when the little boy lashed out at the stranger, sinking his tiny yet sharp teeth into her ankle. The seductress let out a chiming giggle at the kid’s adorable statement, bringing on a macho appearance for himself, and that was when the Australian Shepherd that had curled around the Akita mix responded to her sibling’s question, and the dame swallowed thickly, seeing what had transpired between the two, but not able to understand what was being relayed between them, much like how she and Casanova were able to speak without words, but it never worked when she tried to read the messages others made, she guessed it was unique to each pair of dogs. The native’s mind zipped over various topics quickly, trying to decide whether or not she should leave, disappear like a phantom in a horror movie, for the mist that was skimming across the paneled flooring this moment was adding to the eerie mood, though luckily for her, she really didn’t provoke the dominant Brits here, so if anything, she would probably be the one leaving with the fewest amount of injuries if any. The Collie mix then ranted at the fellow beside her, and Nata let out a huff, fur prickling slightly for she didn’t appreciate it that the fact that the female used one word too often, when in truth, she was being one as well, by reacting negatively and fighting, so technically hypocrisy was floating around in this air, one that made a thick wall between two sides, and the yearling was sitting on the fence, right in between, not taking any sides, for that was how a ‘war’ would start, but she was leaning to the left, where the siblings were, for the reason that she did have a fancy for the male, and perhaps she would meet him again for a fling or two, just the way she lived her life, for males were too pushy to have anything permanent, always thinking that they owned the girl, and that always rubbed the Spitz mix the wrong way, she was her own person, and expected to be treated as such, not as an object. Her optics then locked once more on the sister, who seemed to be like a puppeteer to the copper and ashen male, her molten gaze hypnotic, and the younger female could see how she would have control over most, it was all in the eyes. Amount: 734 Words. Notes: , I'm a fluffasaur XD Muse: Amazing<3 Tune: Unwell ~ Matchbox Twenty Tags: Silvy with Blake; Tundra with Tara; Vrancha with Molly; Woof with Spencer & Jaime; OPEN;

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/1zbqx35.jpg] Tara's actions - Tara Speaks - The Beast Speaks - His mummy was boring, was she? Tara chuckled grimly, watching the active scene around her. There was Blake, muttering and keeping quiet while sitting next to another Aussie femme, Tara picked up to be very quiet indeed, not talk came out of her little mouth. She had a very strong litter smell around her, and Tara guessed she was possibly still living with her litter mates.. and her parents. Tara listened for the other mutt's reply. She reminded Tara of a milkshake, cookies 'n creame? Yes, or something that tasted quite like Butterbeer back in England- that was always quite tasty. Tara licked her lips quietly and watching her in curiosity. "Concern you? Concern us? Well well well, I see someone needs to set their priorities straight. If I am not mistaken, it was the one and only you who waqs constantly calling us 'bullies'. It is not our fault you need to expand that vocablulary mind up there. Apparently not every brick is finding it's place!" Tara scoffed in clear disgust, rolling her eyes away from the dusty colored female and back to Jamie. She was the only one who was not constantly spitting out harsh words to Tara and Blake--only to her son, Tara captured as Spencer. He wasn't quite there yet, Tara could tell the little fluffy buns was not completely aware of the danger he could get into with the twins. They were very unpredictable creatures, some actions could be aware of and others not, they were quite exotic in their own ways. Of course, they belonged to no one so exotic pets would not matter, would it? Tara appreciated the care that this mother took of not acting so harshly upon things, otherwise, she could tell it could get dirty just as soon as it could stop. Tara and Blake were trained fighters, not in muscle, however, in jaw and skill. Precisely the right angle of the tooth could harm any, you did not need power and force to hurt the enemy. Planning. It was something Tara could so without thinking for a moment. It was already in her brain, no thinking required, for it was muscle memory for this young dame. Tara could only not help herself, a crackling, beautiful superano notes left her vocal cords in a sinister laugh as Spencer spoke, his protection was oh so much. Of course Tara could rip it up in one second, but she'd rather watch and play along for now. "My my my, someone has been put in their rightful place. Oi! Don't you think, Blake?" Tara chuckled mildly, her deeming eyes falling over on Blake's place, and she took in his stone still appearance, Tara's eyes went golden red and ears immediately pushed back, the fur becoming stiff and muscles tensing. "Blake! You pathetic git,-- snap out of eet."

[/color] Tara hissed, her eyes locking on with his as she tried to pull herself out of the evil dominance trance. The last few words slipped out of her shiny teeth like sssake words, hisssing right out of her voice box. The glare of hers only last a minute, but deadly silence was between them and Tara felt it coming....

Tara felt the end of herself. She could feel the sunlight fading and blackness, pure, evil black pouring into her soul. The immense pressure and power she felt was unending, and she jerked her head to the open window and starred out into the darkening sunset. She could feel her body tensing up and cracking all loose muscles and bones, the itching sensation to just open those mighty jaws and snatch everything she could feel and touch. Tara was moving like a robot, her dainty paws now stained with her own blood, blood of the seeping shoulder wound. Thankfully the blood had clotted and was forming a scab, and Tara took deep breaths in and out. Her chest thudding and heart drumming in her ears, the sickening thought of her sitting, letting these mongrels get away from her grasp...
And suddenly it happened. Just as she had been babied, Tara lept out of Spencer's hold and literally jumped over the puppy, foam forming in her jaws and ears directly back, eyes not able to find sunlight anywhere. It iced up her soul, her heart her mind. Tara whirled around to the black and mushed white femme, snarling and snapping. She lowered her neck and pressed up against the wall, finding some kind of momentum. She stalked slowly, eyes glaring down the delicate body of the canine she wished to snap in half.

Then, without any warning she turned back around so fast wind lept right by her into the Aussie female's face, her small, muscular body of a larger, taller breed inhaled in Tara's dark eyes, she hated this female. Why? No reason. She was not affectionate to those who curled around her brother, her brother was hers! Tara felt a sickening thing at the lump of her stomach, growing and growing. Jealousy? Why? Tara had no reason to be jealous of this mix, Tara was a rare, exotic beast. As was her brother. "You, nasty little creature of- ohh, you want to play with us? You cannot reign over my brother from hell, darling. It would be an act of.. well... suicide." it bellowed daring the pure femme to cross Tara's lines, and suddenly it became black.

Notes:
HEHEHEHEHE Sorry for the delay. <3 After I finished this post I realsed it was actually Silver's turn... SO SHE CAN GO NEXT. >D




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[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/23wo300.jpg] "Tara..... T-t-." Blake hunched over, his body rippling with pain. Every change causes a new feeling and Blake would rather have the icy frozen one as last time. He tried to reach out to his sister, her transformation hd already begun and to stop them all from being killed, Blake had to do something. He locked eyes with Tara, watching the evil glint in her golden red eyes. Her words became fuzzy sounds as well as the other noises that echoed trough the room. Blake couldn't help but let a deep rumbling growl deep from his voice box. Fire shot through his veins and the canine felt like he was about to burn up. The merle Aussie felt himself begin to crumble on the inside. The strong wall of resistance that fought against the attacks of the full moon began to crumble like the greatest ancient civilizations of time that faded into darkness like Blake himself. A dark shadow spread through his body, taking root in his soul that was icy as a blizzard. He forced himself to look out the window. Purple shades faded to black as the night began its reign. The full moon shone in glorious bright light. Blake stood up, his amber eyes reflecting like scarlet blood in the milky moonlight. His powerful muscles rippled under his silky merle coat. Everyone around him seemed like prey now except for Tara, who was facing the same dilemma. He stalked forward, smooth as a snake. His eyes darted around the room looking for the weakest link. Sane Blake would be able to keep cool but now, they were dealing with the demon king. He was aware of Tara, foaming at the mouth, going after the canines. He decided to stay back, snapping his vicious jaws with white teeth thrashing. The floor creaked under his paws as the handsome male stalked around the scene, waiting for Tara's order. The beast wasn't aware of feeling emotions. Each full moon had a different effect and on this one he acted like a mindless creature prowling for its next meal. OOC; Sorry for the horrible post. I found myself without muse for a very long time.

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[Vrancho]

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[atrb=background,http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/SilentCallings/SpencerTableForWoofMiddle.png] **Spencer was idly cuddled into the luscious silky fur that covered the Australian shepherd female, when she basically retreated from his grasps, escaping his hold and placing her lean figure near her brother, foaming at the mouth in a way only rabid animals did. Cocking his head and squinting his eyes, he saw the beauty from beneath, the rocky side from within was coming out, and honestly, he was liking it. “Woah, girl you are shmexy.” The pup said, giving his head a little slide with every word he uttered to his girlfriend. Deciding to keep away from her, just to avoid her frothed saliva form getting on his neat and tidy fur that his mother had just recently cleaned, but now he noticed his mother, really for the first time since he had laid his large auburn pupils on the stunning female called Tara, Jaime was crying, warm, salty tears were streaking her gorgeous face, “Oh mummy, don’t cry.” He said, nuzzling her, a bit terrified at the red gleam in Blake and Tara’s eyes that were scanning over them like puppy chow, “Um, mum, can we leave now, I’m tired and hungry.” The pup said, hairs on his back prickling as the pair across the room seemed to grow as the moon rose, further and further into the pitch black night. **Jaime watched as the two seemed to change out of their disguises into their normal, evil clothing, foaming at the mouth, fire red eyes, and truly their muscles were enlarging by the second, which finally seemed to make Spencer see what Tara really was, the devil. “Yes dear, we will leave soon.” She whispered to him before turning her cranium to face the border collie mix beside her, “I don’t think their sick…” Was all she could manage to say before turning to the exit and trying to plan an escape with no problems, or harm to either her, or Spence who was currently trembling in utter fear. “Oh my, its getting dark… we gotta get going, Spencer is late for bed time.” The mother muttered casually heading for the door out, hoping no further conversation would be done, also, that they would not be joined on their trek home. Looking down at her son’s vibrant, tired eyes, and knowing that there was no way he could make the trip on such little bit of fuel that his body contained, he was too drained to continue, which meant the sheltie was going to have to carry him home, her puppy that was nearly half her size already.

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[atrb=background,http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/SilentCallings/NataliaTable2Middle.png] ** The red merle vixen was the mere audience to this transformation of the beautiful twins into raging beasts, frothing at the maw, some of the spittle dripping down on to the floor, and if someone were to walk in at this moment, not having known what this was, they probably would have assumed the duo had rabies, for that’s what the symptoms appeared as, though the girl knew that was far from it, probably some sort of mental relation with the moon and it’s phases, almost like the fables of werewolves that those humans were fascinated by, able to be read in the stores around town, the oldest books having at least one paragraph describing the mythical animals, and at this second it sure did have an abundance of similarities. Maybe she was supposed to be feeling fear since she was in possible danger at the hands of these two, along with the other innocents in the room, but her heart wasn’t pacing faster because of terror, it was rather out of the excitement of not knowing what was going to happen, she liked the thrill of death’s presence, and the point that she was playing around with her life strings. ** Her golden irises locked on to the tri-hued form of the silken woman as she pelted herself against the wall, standing there with formulated snarls entering the air from her vocals, and the Great Dane/Mastiff/Finnish Spitz mix watched with interest, this was not something you got to see every day, and it was absolutely awing to see how dogs could just snap because of the silvery embrace of the full moon, to which she felt the male beside her stiffen, as if he were just a statue, the only facts telling her that he was still alive being that of his even breathing, to which she glanced up at his handsome features, stoic and emotionless, deep resin voids sort of lost in the distance, a bit clouded over to show that he was in some kind of trance, and apparently his now vicious sister saw this as well, commanding him to bring himself out of the lull, to which he began having a pattern of convulsions, as if he were going through a seizure, and to this her semi-folded lobes flattened against her skull at now knowing how painful this looked, as if electricity were winding its way through his frame. ** After half a minute he was back, as if nothing had happened, walking fine and everything, though with a more demonic aura over him, and he waltzed over to his pretty sibling, staying behind her as his jaws unhinged and lunged around, able to tear at anyone’s flesh if they wandered close enough to him, which was something this dame wasn’t going to risk doing, her thick pelage wasn’t the defensive against sharp dentary, more so just for looks and sustaining temperature than anything, thanks to the genes from her ex-show dog mother, hailing from the tundra of Russia. The atmosphere in the dusty establishment instantly got colder, and a shiver ran down her spine in preparation of what was to come, to which she heard the worried soprano notes of the Husky/Collie mix, the one that Tara didn’t start off on a good foot with, asking the brute if he was fine, which was what Nata would have done, if this were at another place, another time, for she wasn’t sure if speaking to the warped littermates would be the best choice right now, unless they were provoked to with a question or a statement, whatever like that. ** Then the American heard the notion of the mother and her child beginning to leave, to which the yearling dipped her chin in a sort of good luck-type of farewell, and that was when she felt steamy breath near her face, to which she turned her skull bluntly to stare into the dominant queen’s guise, pools unblinking as she heard the now raspy turn of her coloratura chords enter the space between them, to which she mulled over them, the fae confronting her over how she was with the male, to which Natalia quirked a brow, not offended by what the other said, nor provoked, and she didn’t even feel the need to speak, for what was there to say? Defend herself and say that she wasn’t some nasty tramp? Pfft, that would be a lie, and if there was one thing, this mix was painfully honest with her words, hurtful or not, and so she accepted the fact that she was some promiscuous creature that slept with the opposite gender whenever she felt like it. She heard the dare within the syllables, as if encouraging her to say something stupid and anger the other girl, but she remained silent for a while with that uncaring glint in her pools, though beneath all of that was the raw interest of these strangers. Her aureate pools lifted a bit to glance at the brother, laying on him for a couple of moments before retracting back to the figuratively speaking alphess of this event, and she chose to finally answer that threat of sorts that the Aussie made, heard as, “Don’t’ fret, sweetheart, you can have your brother all to yourself, I won’t touch another woman’s guy, family or not.”. Amount: 911 Words. Notes: So sorry this took forever, darlings<3 This thread is really interesting ^-^ Muse: Awesome :'D Tune: Whiskey In Hell ~ Anarbor Tags: Tundra with Tara; Silvy with Blake; Vrancha with Molly; Woof with Jaime & Spencer; OPEN;

Prim was bounding through the undergrowth, making quite a racket. But over the noise of her romping, she heard the sounds of adults bickering, but she dismissed it. Miri had told her to always mind her own business. Prim bounded along happily until she ran into another pup. She got up and shook her head. "Oh, sorry!" She squeaked. "I'm Primrose