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  • ENJOY THE SHOW {HUMAN AU EVENT}

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    the seventeen year old boy strode in, wearing his regular torn jeans and tight black t-shirt. his hair was a caramel brown, and his eyes were still the amazing slate color. he honestly had no idea where to go first, and tried to spot some friends.

    #freckleskoe

  • TELL ME {P, JOHN}

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    Can I call you Gin? he questioned, blinking very calmly. There were some rogues causing trouble on the border. Shall we deal with them?

    #freckleskoe

  • TELL ME {P, JOHN}

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    he trotted towards the border, stumbling upon a few ungrateful dogs. the leader was an oddly mutated bear dog, with two Great Danes behind him. john let out a snarl, but they simply smirked. you could easily tell he was about to risk his life fighting these idiots if it meant honor to his clan.

    #freckleskoe

  • ENJOY THE SHOW {HUMAN AU EVENT}

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    smirking, he shrugged. Sure, dude. What ride? finally someone noticed him. it couldn't be that hard right? with his tan skin, spiky brown hair, and dark slate eyes? not even mentioning the fact he was in old faded jeans on one of the hottest days of the year.

    #freckleskoe

  • TELL ME {P, JOHN}

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    john gave a smirk in reply, his eyes seeming to say gotcha. the two Great Danes roared with laughter, and the bear dog crossed the border. Thats cute. I bet your bite is as pitiful as your bark. it snapped, and john's muscles tensed further. he seemed to be waiting for a signal from the river guard, dark slate eyes meeting his for approval.

    #freckleskoe

  • TELL ME {P, JOHN}

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    and he was off. muscular legs pumped steadily, propelling the large German shepherd at the first of the twin Great Danes. it was a bit smaller than the other. he barreled into it's side with incredible force, completely knocking it off its feet from surprise. he quickly latched onto the paw, and he felt teeth in his shoulder. letting out a cold blooded snarl, he began ferociously tearing at the smaller Dane, not caring about the larger one at the moment. seeing the fear in its eyes, he let go and it went tearing off back towards it's home. now for the larger canine. john was already bleeding quite heavily, with a blow to the head and a deep gash on his shoulder. the dog pinned him for a split second before john very quickly rabbit kicked the creature off with his back legs. they tore at each other for a moment, before john rammed its chest. he tackled the larger animal, jaws snapping every which way to try and get a hold of it. after a minute or so, his jaws locked on the muzzle, and he began jerking his head like a pitbull would in this situation. he looked half dead, but his fighting spirit was strong.

    #freckleskoe