Where oceans bleed into the sky [Bullet]

[°Hawthorne]

Hawthorne

A smug grin clawed along the sides of the elegant
canines face, his two toned eyes drifting over the
pretty scenery before him. The grass was growing
a little on the unruly side, besides that small flaw
Hawthorne was happy to be in the place. It was a
lot like his old high class social order, well before the
virus that wiped man-kind out anyways. Hawthorne
shook his head a sigh busting past his lips as his
legs stretched out before him, urging him further along
his trek to nowhere.

Sadly the day was wasting away, and soon the sun
would make it's great escape. Temperatures were
falling, and winter was quickly sinking it's teeth in
on their grand city. Food was as equally becoming
hard to find. But something that troubled the dear
boy so, was that the hadn't any company int passing
weeks. Oh how one could grow desperately lonely!
Hawthorne's head snapped up, two-toned eyes quick
to look around, he could hear their light scurries near
by. Someone was watching him! Oh bugger, how
annoying. Couldn't this person find something better to
do with their time? Then again, it could be a pretty
female. Ah yes, such a thought made the male feel
more at ease with turning around and speaking out
into the open. "Who's out there?"


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- - [ Count ]: 229
- - [ Puppet ]: Hawthorne
- - [ Notes ]: I hate starters!
- - [ Tagged ]: Bullet

[Crazy Stupid Love]

Bullet's feet padded along the grass and his ears were pointed directly in front of him. He looked rather charming today and his short brown and black fur bristled in the wind. He sniffed the ground after coming to a sudden stop. He sniffed the air first and then sniffed the ground.

He started to growl and move forward. "A dog. Who else hot shot? He chuckled and proceeded forward to the dog. He sat right in front of him an cocked his head to the side. He sniffed the dog before saying "My name is Bullet. Alpha of the West Side Pack." He said bulking up his chest and smiling at the dog.

[°Hawthorne]

Hawthorne

Hawthorne cocked his head in curious nature, his coal
black lips slowly pulling apart. "Yes, of course a dog, of
course." Those pretty lips parted, giving a polite grin.
Manners of course! He had a somewhat nice little bit
of humor in Hawthorne's book. Leaving him to wonder
if this Bullet character might be worth a few extra looks
at. "My names Hawthorne, but a most people call me
lover boy." He grinned, as though it were some type of
joke. "But an Alpha my! What a sight, 's not everyday
you meet royalty I suppose." His voice licked the air with
it's sharp tongue, sarcasm; his method of play.

The winds icy teeth cut against the side of his body,
sending an army of small shivers down his back. The
winter weather- an awful wound to the pretty boy's
pride in knowing he couldn't survive on his own. He'd
need to join a pack much like his own canine cousins
had done. That didn't mean he wouldn't be picky- he
was of high class, and only wanted the best for his
self. "So, what brings you out and about?" A brow
arched in his direction, a smirk clipping up on the
corner of his lips.




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- - [ Count ]: 219
- - [ Puppet ]: Hawthorne
- - [ Notes ]: Getting a bit better!
- - [ Tagged ]: Bullet

[Crazy Stupid Love]

Bullet raised an eyebrow and chuckled. This, Hawthorne was a kid in his heart and Bullet was the same. "Oh, cocky, eh, lover dude. Okay Mr. loverboycreepo." He laughed and trotted around the dog in complete freedom and cockiness. Bullet wagged his tail a little bit but held in his bark that he was about to perform because this dog would think he would not be mature.

Bullet cleared his throat and smiled. His black and brown fur was hard to see, for the sun was setting and the clouds were in front of the orange sun. The sun was only partly visable and not easy to see but the color was outstanding. Anybody could see the beautiful orange and red sun from a mile away. Bullet's ears pointed towards Hawthorne and his fangs were out slightly.

[°Hawthorne]

Hawthorne

So far so good, this guy wasn't too shabby after all!
Maybe he'd found himself a bit of luck, yes. That surely
had to be what the was, good luck. Hawthorns pale
tongue ran over the coal lips, a toothy smile smeared
across his face at the other male. "Well, isn't it the
best way to be?" he teased. Bullet, from what
Hawthorne could tell was built very slimy- sleek. A
Doberman, another popular race among his old
high class.

His face fell, brows pulling together as he studied the
male. Those teeth, odd. The white male sat down
"So tell me more about this pack of yours." Ah, straight
forwards. He wanted answers to nothing really in
particular- just little details, anything to help him make
a clearer picture. Though Hawthorne didn't mind male
company he still found himself wishing at the moment
that Bullet wasn't who he'd just met. A male to be
more exact, but never the less he was respectful to
the guy.



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- - [ Count ]: 173
- - [ Puppet ]: Hawthorne
- - [ Notes ]: ...?
- - [ Tagged ]: Bullet

[Crazy Stupid Love]

Bullet watched the dog as well. The dog looked at him so Bullet looked back and the dog was a stunning black and white. Bullet have a grin with a fang toothed smile that had a bright white to it. Bullet's ears were perked up at the dog and the dog was cool. No need for caution or cockiness. Okay well maybe a little but Bullet was getting to like this dog

"Well, Lover boy. My pack is a big pack with good dogs and bad dogs and infected dogs and normal dogs. We range from all personalities and all types of breeds. We are a good, tough pack that is well known and we rule the streets." He raised his eyebrows and laughed.

[°Hawthorne]

Hawthorne

Hawthorne's duo-toned eyes were trained on the
other male, Bullet as he called himself. Those coal
kissers pulled back into a sure grin. "Kinda sounds
like my type of people." He chuckled. The large
husky stood himself up, shaking dirt from the plush
coat of his. Carefully he looked over the doberman.
His colors were placed with a precise hand, every
inch of Bullets body screamed pure breed. Another
reason for Hawthorne's ever growing fondness of
his company.

His tongue rolled in his mouth, working over the words
as they spilled out, warm and ever sure. "So, Bullet
how about I just tag along with you for awhile?" The
question was upfront, wanting to watch this pack so
he could further decide if he wanted to join it. After all
he already like the alpha, he had good Humor for the
most part- and seemed to be of better upper class.


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- - [ Count ]: 154
- - [ Puppet ]: Hawthorne
- - [ Notes ]: lalala la la la la la.
- - [ Tagged ]: Bullet

[Crazy Stupid Love]

BULLET, Alpha of West Side

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Bullet smiled and nodded. "Okay my good man. I'm starting to like you!" He let out a soft chuckle and trotted over towards hi territory. Time seemed to slow down and life was getting better for Bullet, as he recruited more and his pack grew stronger and better. He was getting more social and he wasn't as mean as before when he first started being alpha of his own pack. "Your invited into the pack. Do you want to join? What position would you want?" He smiled.

He liked offering positions, especially when the dog gets happy. It makes Bullet happy. His black fur shone in the sunset and his ears were tall and perked up with brown and black. Bullet puffed up his chest and smiled down at the dog, with a fang toothed grin and 2 white rows of teeth that meant death. When Bullet bit, it could be fatal or critical but either way it is a bad thing.

[°Hawthorne]

Hawthorne's eyes twisted among the streets around him.
Watching the various canines shift about, all probably
getting ready to bed down for the night. But how could they?
The night was obviously the best time of hour! "Gotta say,
your not so bad yourself there Bullet." A playful wink was
given, followed by a slow pointed smile.

Yep, he could see himself in the so called pack of Bullets.
The invitation was made note of in the back of his head,
wagging that curly plush tail of his slightly. "I might just
take you up on the offer." Laughter bubbled out of his
mouth, filling the air shortly. "I might join, not making
any promises here." His tone seemed somewhat sorry.
For the most part though Hawthorne knew better not
to set his words on doing things unless he was 100%
sure he'd go through with them.

The purebred tagged along at the males side, sure.
He was taller then Hawthorne but he was built thickly
a working dog- meant to pull heavy loads, and he
could easily do so. "Position? Lets keep it a surprise
for now yea? Until I get a better feel of this pack yours."



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- - [ Count ]: 201
- - [ Puppet ]: Hawthorne
- - [ Notes ]: Listen to iron maiden baby~
- - [ Tagged ]: Bullet

[Crazy Stupid Love]

Bullet gave a grin to the dog and a wink back. He liked when he made new friends and he knew when a friendship would last for a long time or not and he thought this one would last a long time in his eyes. Bullet smiled as he said it was a secret and laughed. "You have my trust on that, son." He nodded with a grin on his face.

[°Hawthorne]

[ ooc ]; end it here and start a new thread in West Side?

[Crazy Stupid Love]

OOC - Eh, End.

[°Hawthorne]

[ ooc ]; ok, but do you want me to start a new thread?

[Crazy Stupid Love]

OOC - Yes!