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Post by YESTERDAY on Feb 19, 2012 0:59:23 GMT -5
 「 AVIATOR 」「 someday, I'll be the girl you see in the sky 」 The swamp wasn't exactly a place you would want to be in. The air smelled awful. As if some evil witch doctor had been inventing spells there for centuries. Whether that was true or not, it still made Aviator uncomfortable by burning her nostrils and making her eyes water. Not to mention the feeling of being watched followed the pup with every step she took, every breath she took. And she wasn't at all curious to find out what it was, even if her curiosity was the only thing driving her further into the stench.
She finally came to an area where the old oaks ceised to exist and, instead of spider infested wood, he female found herself staring into what seemed to be a reflection of her. It wasn't easy to tell, though. Though the girl hadn't noticed she had picked up a few hitch hikers. Her fur was matted with fresh mud, her eyes wide with paranoia. She couldn't seem to keep her focus even more now than ever. At first glance anyone would be convinced she had been driven mad, though that was far from the truth.
Aviator does • Aviator thinks • Aviator speaks
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「 NOTES 」 「 WORD-COUNT 」 190
「 TAGS 」 Picture Perfect
「 MUSE 」 So, so.
「 COMMENTS 」 first post using my iPod app. Hope this goes well :D
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Post by `arrow« on Feb 21, 2012 0:29:15 GMT -5
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Picture Perfect stood at the edge of the swamp. The very edges of his front paws where dipped into the muck that made up the disgusting landscape. His golden brown eyes eyed the muck with distaste. He wasn't even sure why he was here. Of all the places he could be, he was here. In the nastiest of them all. No one in their right mind would come here! he though to himself as he stood there, contemplating on whether or not to brave the swamp.
After a few more minutes, he took his first step into the muck. Grimacing at the feeling, he kept walking forward. Soon the entire length of each leg was coated into the sticky mud. The longer hairs on his belly where dripping with the dark water. His long tail was held high in the air though and was perfectly clean. After a while, his tongue started to loll out of the side of his mouth. Even though it was fall, the air was still warm and quite muggy. He was almost glad his lower half was covered in the cooler mud.
Picture walked out of the densely packed trees into a more open area and almost ran smack dab into another dog. She was covered in various swamp things. Why hello there miss. he spoke to the female before him. He eyed her, trying to see past all the muck.
Notes: that was, I don't even know what that was.
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Post by YESTERDAY on Feb 21, 2012 0:58:47 GMT -5
「 AVIATOR 」「 someday, I'll be the girl you see in the sky 」 The male was hard to distinguish from the mush that had to be from the swamp. Though she was in no shape to judge, Aviator wasn't too pleased by this. Despite some canines, no matter how hot it got, she was convinced she would not be giving up an inch of her body to that awful pond of waste. "Why hello there miss." the words were spoken before Aviator was ready for them. However, she found he voice to be slightly comforting. It drew her from her state of paranoia as she took a moment to study the male once more.
"Looks like you decided to take a swim..? No matter, there's not much else to do to escape the heat..." She gave a slight smile, though she had the sticky feeling that that may have come out wrong. The female turned her head to survey the landscape once more. Still no sign of danger, even if the thought was constantly provoking her.
"Oh, I'm sorry. That probably sounded incredibly rude..." Aviator turned back to face he shepherd. She was trying hard to give a warm smile, but the enviornment seemed to be playing with her head, "Sorry the swamp is playing games wih me... The name's Aviator. Call me whatever you'd like, though. I'm not the picky type.
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「 NOTES 」 「 WORD-COUNT 」 217
「 TAGS 」 Picture Perfect
「 MUSE 」 So, so.
「 COMMENTS 」 Kinda sucks :D
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Post by `arrow« on Feb 22, 2012 0:38:32 GMT -5
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Pictured looked away from the female before him and down at himself. He made a grimace face and lifted his right foreleg up. Disgusting. he murmured quietly to himself. He shook the leg and was able to knock off a little more then half the muck. He then repeated the process on this other three limbs. At least its only my legs. he thought to himself as he turned his attention back to the aussie before him.
He chuckled as she spoke to him. I swim would have been nice. That...that was more of a trek through hell itself. I will not be doing that again any time soon. He returned her smile with one in kind. It reached all the way up to his bright eyes and shone with sincerity. His head cocked to the side as she looked around.
There is no need to think of your words as rude. I found them to be anything but. His head moved back to an upright position as she continued to talk to him. Well met Aviator. Like the humans that fly through the sky? Smashing. The name is Picture Perfect. But please, call me Picture. He then gave a slight bow, even sweeping his right leg out and over his left.
Notes: he started a slightly southern gentleman then sorta went british? i don't even know
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Post by YESTERDAY on Feb 22, 2012 1:07:31 GMT -5
「 AVIATOR 」「 someday, I'll be the girl you see in the sky 」 Aviator chuckled to herself, 'Or I could call you Perfect. Seems fitting.' She nodded, taking note of the way he used 'smashing' to describe her unique name. "Well, I hope you don't mind me calling you Perfect. It only fits since you've survived a 'trek through hell'. And because I like the way you used 'smashing' to describe my name." she bowed her head as well, though it wasn't as formal or showy as Perfect's was.
She looked down at her own fur, trying to recognize the usually clean pattern of her fur. There seemed to be little trace of said pattern, though. "Hate to say it, but I am a die hard Amelia Airheart, if you catch my drift. I'd take to the clouds any day."
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「 NOTES 」 「 WORD-COUNT 」 ---
「 TAGS 」 Picture Perfect
「 MUSE 」 So, so.
「 COMMENTS 」 Sucks again :D
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Post by `arrow« on Mar 3, 2012 1:33:03 GMT -5
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Picture swept out from his bow to the lady before him. He smiled and chuckled after Aviator made her comment. Careful. Don't want to give my ego a chance to inflate to much. he spoke with a teasing smile. Not to be to forward, but I could see us being the best of mates. His tongue lolled out once more and his eyes twinkled. What say you, miss canine of the sky?
I do catch your drift. Picture said with a smile. The sky is such a fabulous place. I wouldn't mind myself maybe spending a few moments in the clouds. See how the birds see life. His fluffy tail started to wag as he watched the female.
Notes: sorry it took so long D: and I think he shall stay somewhat british. and every so often be a southerner. yes xD
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Post by YESTERDAY on Mar 5, 2012 0:30:36 GMT -5
「 AVIATOR 」「 someday, I'll be the girl you see in the sky 」 Aviator, being the optimistic she had always been, could also see herself being close to Perfect. She wasn't sure how or in what way, though. She smiled, "Perfect it is, then. And don't feel too flattered. I'll show you what perfection is really like."
Aviator could think of no other way to show perception to Perfect than to have him accomplish his dreams. Or even get over his fears. The only question left for her to unlock was figuring out his dreams and fears in the first place. So far he seemed to be a bit of an open book to her, but then again she was the biggest open book there was, so she wasn't in a position to judge him.
She cleared her throat, shaking once more to get the memory from the slime covered Perfect from her head. For good measure she glanced over her shoulder, just to be certain she didn't have anything that would possibly follow her home. It would be as annoying as the flees during summertime. She could just feel the burning itch of a flee bite running up her spine.
"So, Perfect, why don't we get out of here? Maybe find a place where we can actually look ourselves? We could either meet up later after a quick rince-you know, for the goo-then meet somewhere a little less.... Off?"
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「 NOTES 」 「 WORD-COUNT 」 ---
「 TAGS 」 Picture Perfect
「 MUSE 」 So, so.
「 COMMENTS 」 Hope you don't mind me closing off this thread. I don't know when I'll be more active, but since I can post with my iPod I did. 
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