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    lol I liked the title name. it's pretty good actually lol.


    anyway.


    btw just made up the name. besides the de la, I made up Crix {pronounced cree lol} cuz.. idk.. lolol.




    .:Raven de la Crix:.


    Breed
    Groenendael
    Family
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    lol there's not really much I want :l So.. yah. We'll start when you finish lol.


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    //lol yes I am reusing a character.



    so, how would you like to start?

    aw cute haha cx


    hm. I'll just start however. lol


    too lazy to repost pic right now :l


    ic;


    Hi. Raven here. That doesn't really matter right now.. let's go to the story.


    I woke to the sound of my delicious domestic, dog food. It was morning, and sun shined through the window, the warm sun casting its light on my bed in the corner of the living room. Ahh... Being domestic was fun. You could be lazy all you wanted. Never had to do too much for your food.



    After I ate I went outside to the garden. It wasn't too hot, too cold. I loved this weather. I lifted my head to the sky, the wind blowing through my thick, dark coat. Ahh... The fence was the only thing blocking me from the outside, forest world. I never knew what it was like out there.. Hm.. I pondered what it was like..



    ooc; sorry it's crappy gtg :l


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    My paws were tough, and could almost withstand anything. My coat was rough, and with the help of dirt, my once ivory fur had turned a dirty yellow color. Yep. Pretty gross. I jogged along the street, my overgrown claws clicking against the sidewalk. I walked past the fancy houses, the regular houses, the poor houses. You name it. I walk past pretty much everything.


    But one day, I was walking down a street, when a scent caught my nose. It was the scent of food. Dog kibble, to be precise. But there was a fence blocking my path. My stomach rumbled loudly, and my paws ached. I needed to get that food. Lucky for me, there was a small hole at the bottom of the fence, and it looked big enough for me to squeeze through. And with that, I came up with the elaborate plan to go under the fence and steal the dog kibble.


    I moved forward in a low jog, and with great stealth, attempted to slip through the hole. Great! I'm almost there! Just one more push- oh crap. I squirmed with my hind legs, and my front end pulled up. I was stuck. Panic pulsed through my body when I saw that there was a dog ahead of me, and I instantly backpedaled, which only created a louder noise.

    I loved the weather in the morning... Nice and cool.


    That's when a sound caught my attention. I whipped around, my fur bristling, my dark eyes glittering with a sudden rage. I only found that it was another dog. Obviously an outsider. And I couldn't help but stiffle a laugh. I padded over and spoke, "Looks like you're a little stuck." My beautiful ringing voice was hinted with the slightest British accent.



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    "Ya figure?" I growled, pinning my ears at the fae. She was very beautiful, yes, but there was something about her... "Mind helping me?" My thick Australian accent was entwined perfectly with my tongue, and I huffed loudly. //low muse..

    I rolled my eyes as he growled at me. "Calm." I grumbled back. I padded over and started digging through the dirt to make the hole bigger. "Never overestimate the hole.." I whispered, mainly to myself, but it was loud enough for this dog to hear. "Now try." I said after a while of digging.


    Same.. Plus I'm on my phone so I have to type out all the coding.. :/


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    Pulling forward, I was just able to squeeze out, and with a heavy breath, I rumbled. "Er, thanks." Now how was I going to get that dog food? "Can I have some of your dog kibble?" I asked with a guilty, almost an embarrassed look.




    Oh, that sucks. I'm on an iPad right now, but it still functions like the computer.

    I'm not gonna bother with coding until I get on my computer later :l



    I laughed. That's what he came here for? But man he stank like the dump. My humans would be so pissed if they found him inside. "I already ate what I received. But I could beg for more. Stay here." I spoke.


    I went inside and say by my empty food bowl. I whined loudly and scratched at my bowl, making a lot of racket. Finally my human came and gave me more food. This food was actually meaty and moist and very delicious. Once my human disappeared, I quickly nudged the bowl over to the doggy door and outside. I left it on the porch; the male had paws and he could come get it himself.


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    I approached the food bowl and practically dug my maw into it, nosing the bowl around so I had to move. I lapped at the kibble, and about 20 seconds later, I pushed the empty bowl away. "I was famished." I said smirking, then looking back to the femme. "You got a name?"



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    I watched him eat my domestic dog food and as I watched, sat down. My eyes darted over his dirty, matted pelt. He really needed a bath.. Yuck...


    Once he finished, and he asked me his question, I spoke, "No." I replied sarcastically, with a playful roll of my eyes. "Name's Raven. What about you?" I asked, not mentioning my full name.


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    "Nice to meet you Raven. The name's Isaac." I told her, ears starting to twitch.



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    I nodded slowly, crinkling my nose at his smell and his looks. "Mind if I bring you inside so my humans can give you a bath?" I asked, flicking my tail tip.


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    I blinked in astonishment. She wanted me to take a bath? "Um, sure?" I padded closer to her.



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    I smiled. "It'll feel good." I padded onto the porch and through the doggy door. I began to bark, signaling for my humans to come, and which they did. They had astonished and disgusted looks on their faces when they saw Isaac, and they immediately took him to take a bath..


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    Dropping my head, I gave in, letting the humans drag me into the tub. I felt pathetic. They dropped me into the tub and immediately began scrubbing, squeezing shampoo and conditioner into my fur. I looked around pitifully, my ears pinned against my skull. They turned the faucet off and grabbed a yellow towel -about the cool of my old fur, too. They took the towel and placed it on my body and started to vigorously rub it against my soaked hairs. I jumped out of the bath, and ran down the hall, and out the doggy door.


    I exited the house, and stood in front of Raven. I looked quite dashing, if I do say so myself. "Tada."



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    As he was gone, I wondered how it was going.. if he didn't like it, or if he hated it. Oh well. When he burst through the doggy doors a few minutes later, my eyes widened. Wow.. His pelt was so.. white! Stunning even! Now that was more like it. He was quite handsome, especially without all of that dirt covering him...


    I smiled at Isaac. "Wonderful." I spoke with a dash of satisfaction in my voice. Perking my ears I asked, "So.. what now? I mean.. you're a feral dog right?" Flicking my tail tip, I actually thought I wanted him to stay with me. What if he told me he would come back tomorrow and never did? Especially after that bath. I'm sure he didn't like it... What if he already had a mate? By his handsome looks it seemed as if he might... Crazy thoughts whizzed through my head and my stomach began to get butterflies as I got paranoid.


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    I rolled my eyes, a playful smile coming on my face. I nodded, "I am a feral dog. I've traveled all over the world... Well, not really, but ya know." I smirked, and for some reason, I wanted her to come with me. She was pretty, kind, funny... No, stop thinking like that. I glanced at my shiny coat. "Uh, thanks for the bath."


    Who am I kidding. I should just ask her to come with me. We could become mates, and we could travel the world... Oh wait. She probably already has a mate. Heh, plan failed, once again... "I should get going.."



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    My ears flattened and I had a look that was crest fallen. "Oh.. ok..." I said softly. I didn't know if I wanted to come. I really loved my humans, and they loved me. And I loved being lazy, not having to go out and feed myself, or have to worry about my pelt getting super dirty they way Isaac's had... I just.. didn't know..


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    And with that, I turned around and very carefully slid under the the fence, cautious not to get my pelt dirty. I jogged down the sidewalk, Raven stuck like glue in my mind.