08-19-2018, 01:49 AM
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Lips drew back from teeth in a look that meant no true threat, it seemed half a grin upon sharp muzzle, breath huffed through the teeth so like a chuckle. Ear twitched in response to the words, the only acknowledgement he would offer for there were no words of his own to give in response, instead he moved closer, a single step. Within tense posture seemed all that might be said, the urge to take on the lion a wave coursing through the slight frame of the stark white akita, another huffed breath escaping him, head giving a brief shake.
About thick neck the leather collar he had worn for much of his life shifted, loose fitting for it was too large upon him, the heavy fur beneath making it hard to gauge just how large his body truly was, make bigger for the fluff coating it. Upon the side the other might find a tag bearing the name – or at least a name to the canine himself – Deval if he so wished to get closer, to look upon the studded collar and allow teeth so close to his face. There was no fear in the tightness of muscle, just excitement, weight pushed forward before settling back, a little bounce as he waited, curious to see what the lion would do.
Lips drew back from teeth in a look that meant no true threat, it seemed half a grin upon sharp muzzle, breath huffed through the teeth so like a chuckle. Ear twitched in response to the words, the only acknowledgement he would offer for there were no words of his own to give in response, instead he moved closer, a single step. Within tense posture seemed all that might be said, the urge to take on the lion a wave coursing through the slight frame of the stark white akita, another huffed breath escaping him, head giving a brief shake.
About thick neck the leather collar he had worn for much of his life shifted, loose fitting for it was too large upon him, the heavy fur beneath making it hard to gauge just how large his body truly was, make bigger for the fluff coating it. Upon the side the other might find a tag bearing the name – or at least a name to the canine himself – Deval if he so wished to get closer, to look upon the studded collar and allow teeth so close to his face. There was no fear in the tightness of muscle, just excitement, weight pushed forward before settling back, a little bounce as he waited, curious to see what the lion would do.
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THOUGHT GASOLINE WAS ON MY CLOTHES
AKITA. TRAINEE OF THE ROSEBLOODS. TAGS..
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