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An eiry aura followed this particular canine, even though he didn't exactly look eiry. Of course, he had scars cutting across his back, all over his legs, and across the cheek, but he was actually quiet exciting. Exciting meaning he was the most attractive canine you would ever set eyes on, but for some reason, Dogo didn't bring a nice feeling, if you weren't too blunt to see it. The Dogo argentina (yes, thats where his name came from) had a horrific history, but that was out of context. When he spotted the Palace, far from the demolished Amusement Park he had passed a while back, his interest perked. It looked perfectly inhabited, with the scent of cats (sadly) but also with the scent of prey. Dogo's choices were evened out, because he was quiet hungry, but also thought cats were a bunch of big-headed twats. The cats did, after all, where on the menu with the mice and whatever else he scetned out there, but he supposed they wouldn't appretiate him picking off their friends and family members. Deciding to act more charming than he usually was, the blood-lusting figure made way for the Palace Gates, shiny white (slightly blood-stained) teeth showing as he gaze a toothy-smile. "Hello?" He called with his rough voice, multi-colored eyes flickering about. |
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