When Souma Can't Go Online and He Gets Bored On the Road
Jan 7, 2016 17:26:33 GMT -5
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Post by Souma on Jan 7, 2016 17:26:33 GMT -5
((.u. This is mainly because I HAVE to go on my Dr. Pepper retrieval missions with my mom. This, of course, is normally at 2:00 PM, or some times 3:00 PM. Not to mention my great grandmother likes to kidnap me and scare me with her driving. .u. Anywho, yus. This is when I can't go online. And here is Souma's Information. ))
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With a groan and a sigh, the young knight rolled around in the grass, drying off after a refreshing dip in the lake. He sighed softly, making sure to scratch every last itch that had appeared from some of the few loose patches of fur. With a bit of a groan, he rolled over onto his other side, then stood up, shaking off the blades of grass that had stuck to him, the chains around his neck rattling a tad loudly as he did so.
Once this was done, he looked around the territory, running his pierced and tattooed tongue against the ring in the left side of his bottom lip, actually trying not to get them stuck together. He was still quite new to the ranks, actually. He was a rookie among the other knights. However, he didn't seem to be full of himself; honestly, it was quite the opposite. He only had his self confidence when the feel of the hunt ran through his being, and he was going in for a kill...
Souma Maeda, or "Mama", as some of the pups liked to call him, was a small, feminine male, with his fawn pelt and crimson markings giving off a faint shine of cleanliness. His peach-blossom-pink eyes remained in a contracted slit, giving his usual unamused stare a bit more of a forbidding feel, despite his contradicting personality that earned him his nickname from the young ones.
Souma began traipsing back towards the pack's gathering place with his usual limping walk. With a faint tilt of his head, however, he paused momentarily, just in case a packmate was speaking. Interesting pack this is, actually. He thought with a faint smile as he spun clockwise before finally curling into the spot he had chosen at first sight, just to the far left of the flowered bush. Though, I must say, this is a bit of a lazy day, isn't it? he shook his head and lowered it onto his front paws slowly, moving the stud piercing on his tongue against the ring that was placed through his lip slowly and gently, making a faint noise of two metalic objects being rubbed together.
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((Short posts are short-))
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With a groan and a sigh, the young knight rolled around in the grass, drying off after a refreshing dip in the lake. He sighed softly, making sure to scratch every last itch that had appeared from some of the few loose patches of fur. With a bit of a groan, he rolled over onto his other side, then stood up, shaking off the blades of grass that had stuck to him, the chains around his neck rattling a tad loudly as he did so.
Once this was done, he looked around the territory, running his pierced and tattooed tongue against the ring in the left side of his bottom lip, actually trying not to get them stuck together. He was still quite new to the ranks, actually. He was a rookie among the other knights. However, he didn't seem to be full of himself; honestly, it was quite the opposite. He only had his self confidence when the feel of the hunt ran through his being, and he was going in for a kill...
Souma Maeda, or "Mama", as some of the pups liked to call him, was a small, feminine male, with his fawn pelt and crimson markings giving off a faint shine of cleanliness. His peach-blossom-pink eyes remained in a contracted slit, giving his usual unamused stare a bit more of a forbidding feel, despite his contradicting personality that earned him his nickname from the young ones.
Souma began traipsing back towards the pack's gathering place with his usual limping walk. With a faint tilt of his head, however, he paused momentarily, just in case a packmate was speaking. Interesting pack this is, actually. He thought with a faint smile as he spun clockwise before finally curling into the spot he had chosen at first sight, just to the far left of the flowered bush. Though, I must say, this is a bit of a lazy day, isn't it? he shook his head and lowered it onto his front paws slowly, moving the stud piercing on his tongue against the ring that was placed through his lip slowly and gently, making a faint noise of two metalic objects being rubbed together.
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((Short posts are short-))
