And you're so unusual [open]
Characters: Furball and YOU.
Date/Time: November 19-20
Location: EVERYWHERE :D
Rating: GP, because c'mon, this is Furball we're talking about. Unless you have boobs and are pretty. Then it's PG.
Summary: Puppy's taking a walk. Care to join her?
Note: Please specify date, time and place of the meet in the subject line, so we wont get mixed up.
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The white wolf wagged her tail as she trotted along, her usual messenger bag around her neck. It jangled along as she went along her way.
She almost missed her owl friend, as he had been her constant companion for the past week, but a lot of people seemed to want to meet and play with her and even be friends. That relieved her loneliness quite a lot. Everyone in the sphere was friendly, and she did her best to keep up with them.
Furball only regretted not speaking to everyone she had seen write on the journals. She was... busy. With work. Guarding and herding the others on the farm, since they could be a rowdy bunch. Not falling asleep in the middle of reading their entries, no. It would have been very rude of her to do something like that, ignoring them for the shorter, more simple entries. She was just a little busy, that's all! After all, how many wolves do you know work on a farm with everyone else- and their strange human contraptions.
... Oh, wait. She didn't know that herself, did she? Oh well.
Nevermind- she'd focus on that later on. For now, maybe she could go off to find some food. She was getting very hungry already. Furball was craving for rice balls. And cake. Hopefully she could find what she wanted.
Date/Time: November 19-20
Location: EVERYWHERE :D
Rating: GP, because c'mon, this is Furball we're talking about. Unless you have boobs and are pretty. Then it's PG.
Summary: Puppy's taking a walk. Care to join her?
Note: Please specify date, time and place of the meet in the subject line, so we wont get mixed up.
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The white wolf wagged her tail as she trotted along, her usual messenger bag around her neck. It jangled along as she went along her way.
She almost missed her owl friend, as he had been her constant companion for the past week, but a lot of people seemed to want to meet and play with her and even be friends. That relieved her loneliness quite a lot. Everyone in the sphere was friendly, and she did her best to keep up with them.
Furball only regretted not speaking to everyone she had seen write on the journals. She was... busy. With work. Guarding and herding the others on the farm, since they could be a rowdy bunch. Not falling asleep in the middle of reading their entries, no. It would have been very rude of her to do something like that, ignoring them for the shorter, more simple entries. She was just a little busy, that's all! After all, how many wolves do you know work on a farm with everyone else- and their strange human contraptions.
... Oh, wait. She didn't know that herself, did she? Oh well.
Nevermind- she'd focus on that later on. For now, maybe she could go off to find some food. She was getting very hungry already. Furball was craving for rice balls. And cake. Hopefully she could find what she wanted.