Oliver
TRAVELING STRANGER
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People have never thought of dieing for Him, because they haven't been living for Him.
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Post by Oliver on Aug 25, 2010 18:58:47 GMT -5
A black and white figure looed around the corner of a brick wall. Watching nothing. The figure moved around the corner. It was easly identified as a cat. Black and white in color, but it was different than normal. It was very complicated even for a cats pelt. It was inticate about all the bones in a cats body. He came out to an open part where the wind blows. It was cool. [/font]  |
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Post by CAST.AWAY;; on Aug 26, 2010 7:07:46 GMT -5
a small, delicate shape moved over the horizon of the shadows, searching for something. but whatever she was looking for wasn't there. sadly, she was searching for something that was no longer there. she was partially insane, unsure of herself. she had no idea who she was at times, no idea where she was either. but she caught the whiff of another cat and approached him eagerly. "sir? you look like you need some fresh-kill. or can i groom your pelt?" she was totally oblivious to his markings, more intent on watching his ghostly burning eyes. she waited, tail twitching, ears perked in a straining motion. she did this with every cat she saw.
her own pelt was covered in burrs and dirt, matted and looking very disgusting. her eyes were wild, unknown. they were a beautiful pale blue, blazed with a ridge of dark. but with their wild, ghostly hue they looked to painful to look at. she was crazy, her own ginger pelt was bristling, starting at unknown things. she flexed her sharp claws into the undergrowth and waited as patiently for his response as she could. with the wind billowing in her originally soft fur, she really did look terrifying.. [/size][/font] |
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Oliver
TRAVELING STRANGER
}}Praise{0} Fresh-kill{20}
People have never thought of dieing for Him, because they haven't been living for Him.
Posts: 9
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Post by Oliver on Aug 28, 2010 1:40:30 GMT -5
Bones looked over at the sound of another voice. 'Food? I don't need any. And nor do I need to have my pelt groomed.' He thought before answering. "Not to be roude miss, but it looks like you may need it more than I." [/b] The cold gray gaze shifted, but not far. He wasn't at all worried about this other cat, whomever it is. His main goal was to find his brother not another cat. [/blockquote][/left][/font] OOC: Sorry I can't be on this late so I ran out of time to post more |
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