[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 8pt; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]The mutilated Joseph let out a mumble. "S-s-sweeth-heart dance. In S-SolarClan. Mas-mas-masquerade c-contest. B-bring your g-girl!"
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 8pt; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]He jumped at her voice, which sent bolts of pain up and down his body. Jo's legs was no where near healed yet.
"Sweetheart Dance, masquerade contest, bring your girl!" he mumbled before rushing off.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 8pt; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]forgot the link lol
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 8pt; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]"Hi!" came the bullmastiff's wide, lopsided smile. Joseph explained what was going on: a sweetheart dance that was also a masquerade contest.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 8pt; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]Joseph explained, all the while he was eyeing a bloodstain very near to him. It was a Sweetheart Dance and also a masquerade contest. Bring your girl was what he finished with.
Then he padded off. "See you there?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 8pt; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]Joseph smiled at Danse. He's seen him before.
"Jo." he barked quietly. "You're invited to a Sweetheart Dance. It's also a masquerade contest. Bring your girl!" He ended with a wink and left.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 8pt; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]Joseph smiled. "I'm Joseph of SolarClan. You're invited to a sweetheart dance. Bring your girl!" With that he left.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 8pt; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]Joseph smiled his lopsided smile at Ghostytrickster. What an interesting name. "You're invited to a Sweetheart Dance that's also a masquerade contest. Bring your girl!" With that he left because Sweeti had no muse.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 8pt; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]He smiled awkwardly. He felt a bit light-headed as well. Air was thinner than usual. "You're invited to SolarClan's Sweetheart Dance." Joseph smiled. "It's also a masquerade contest. Bring your girl!"
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I like both of those ideas! Maybe the rats could start out as a small infestation and the Clan can't fight them off forever so they have to go to another Clan until the rodents leave. -
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 8pt; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]Joseph knew he wouldn't be allowed to accept stuff for a while now. He would work his way up there, though.
The mutilated bullmastiff padded up and smiled lopsidedly. "H-hello," he barked. "You'll have to w-wait for Z-Zeke."
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 8pt; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]"human"
joseph isn't gonna be talking in these, just for the convenience of realism [s]does that make sense? no? well too bad[hr][hr]
"Well, Jo. Looks like both of us got kicked out."Joseph stood a good twenty feet away from his previous, abusive owner. In his watery brown eyes were tidal waves of pure fear and hatred. With emotion was more dominant, he couldn't tell.
All Joseph knew was that he wanted to leave.
He couldn't. It felt like his legs were attached to the ground, and it felt as if all of his willpower had left him.
Suddenly, a low growl erupted from his chest and transformed into a snarl that was chock-full of anger. Joseph bunched his muscles and sprang at his owner, Cameryn.
Cam gasped as his 200-pound dog flung him to the ground. Joseph stood over his owner, milky white saliva-foam-stuff dripping from his lips.
Even though his jaw was mutilated, he could still bite like a shark.
Cam's heart raced as Joseph's muzzle got ever closer to his throat. It was almost like being attacked by a demon.
Jo would make sure his death was slow.
The bullmastiff felt some sick form of pride and pleasure as he attached his jaw to Cameryn's exposed tongue and shook it hard.
Cam screamed for mercy, but Joseph only heard "kill, kill, kill."
Joseph gave up on a slow death and turned around, digging his jaws and claws into his stomach. Flesh turned to muscle, muscle to fat, fat to intestines. Jo continued to claw at them.
He stopped only when Cam stopped moving. His eyes rolled back into his head, and blood dripped from every orifice.
Joseph drew in a sharp breath.
Did he just kill something? Out of want, not need?
He collapsed and began to hyperventilate. No, no, no. What was he turning into? Jo held back a few tears before they flowed like a faucet. The molosser lay in the fetal position and sobbed quietly until he was found.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 8pt; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]Joseph whipped around to face the cat, a rabid look in his eyes. "Who are you?!" he yelled, prowling forward, his hard muscles strained. "Why are you here?"
The bullmastiff sat and tried to slow his breathing. His stomach bubbled with anger and sadness and all sorts of emotions. The strongest was rage.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 8pt; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]Joseph padded over, smiling as if the 'incident' never happened. "Nice name," he barked softly, sitting close to her.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 8pt; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]"He's doing great, I think." Joseph barked softly, padding up to the group and eyeing the maned wolf curiously. "You're not stuttering. Your posture is magnificent."
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 8pt; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]busy with book illustrations, other characters, and family! im stuck as mobile so i don't trust myself to reply