●Łiķε Яσsεs aηd Slεερlεss ₦iǥҺŧs● {Φρεη}

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    {This will be private after the first person posts. I am looking for a young, street-savvy male pup that is preferrably quite cocky and arrogant when you first meet him, but gets more lovable as you get closer to him.}


    Silvery blue eyes stared around the darkness in fright. Where am I? She had been curled up on heated seat of her owner's truck when suddenly she was placed in a tattered box with a ragged blanket inside and tossed out into the cold, stormy night. She had then spent the night shivering and cowering away from everything in sight, and now the rain had finally stopped. Her eyes were dull and her golden fur was soaked and matted. And the young puppy was scared. Very scared.


    Terrified at what was to come.


    Gutter raced along the sidewalk, his small paws thudding on the pavement. His senses alert, he finally saw a box and smelled a female dog inside it. He padded over to it and stuck his muddy nose in. "What're you doin here, pup?" He asked, growling lowly. He puffed up his fur and made his muddy, gross self look big and aggressive. He had a gleam in his exhausted eyes. Though he was truly scared to death, he had to look tough and rough.

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    Ruth


    Ruth padded on the hard ground, his eyes filled with sorrow. He had lived out here for a few years ever since he got chased away from his old home. He put his head up. Dog? Why could he smell more dogs?