thomussssss. « Thread Started on Jul 16, 2008, 9:47pm »
My name is Thomas, nice and clean. Peanut and I are seventeen. I have roleplayed here and there. And I will be on when I care.
The site was given by my twin. Yes yes yes, we really are kin. Lore doesn't really like &&admin edit;;. And &&admin edit;; is not given credit.
Please don't use his gaytard face. Or you will not join this place. For you Lore, is a special thing. A roleplay sample is what I bring:
A look of curiosity flashed over his emotionless features for a split second before his face returned to its stony outlook as the make looked up at the isolated railroad tracks that seems to go for miles. The place was deserted -- that much he could see. But...there was a scent. The scent of another dog, far but close enough to retrieve a scent. Hopefully it would leave, for Tucker wanted to claim the abandoned railroad tracks as his own personal playground. Or perhaps even claim the territory as his own. Being his age, he had not learned to smell the area before stepping upon it, and he had not developed the sense of other dogs owning it themselves. Still, he shook the idea from his head before it clouded his judgment, making him reckless. Another thought crossed his mind, but as quick as it had entered, he shot it down. No, it had not occurred to him that a stranger couldn't just barge in on another's territory. Or how that could be possibly lethal. This mutt wasn’t smart enough to not intrude, after all he was only a pup. He didn't realized that it could get himself killed. A breeze swirled around him, carrying dust from the old tracks. Wonder where the humans are... he thought, shaking his head.
His bravery quivered for a minute before he finally walked onto the tracks, placing one paw before another carefully – balance was something he lacked. A disgruntled grunt came from his throat as Tucker thought of the trouble it was since he was alone...but it's been a good thing, too, in a few ways. He shook his head as if shaking the thoughts from his mind... and it worked, for the moment. With that, Tucker left out a disoriented bark, hoping he had been loud enough for other dogs to hear. It sounded more that a squeal of a small duckling, or a cat straining its voice to meow. Tucker called out again, weaker this time. The sound was so small and insignificant, and would probably misdirect others if they heard him. A low grunt rippled low in his throat at the sound from overworking his weak voice box.
His initial plan was to come off as friendly and harmless to anyone or anything that approached him. It was a shame that he was set on such edge. A flicker wing fluttered across his snout. It had started the pup, making him lose his footing and fall between the railroad bars. A multi-colored butterfly continued to circle Tucker – as if taunting him for some fun.
Tucker clipped his teeth together to scare off the tiny flying creature. It seemed that every move he made amplified the creature’s movements. He refused to show her fear, though. He then made a resolution – to sneak up upon the butterfly and catch it between his jaws; then that would show how brave he really was. Again and again, Tucker chased and jumped for the bug as he weaved in and out of the railroad tacks, occasionally falling once or twice. When had the he become so clumsy, he wondered, baring his teeth menacingly at the beady-eyed pest, another growl ripping through what was once silence. His ears were flattened and his body instinctively crouched low to the ground, as if to protect his furry underbelly. His squeaky bark was barely audible, making him appear small and weak. It was then the butterfly fluttered away, leaving him alone again, or so he thought.
Now he was in plain sight of another dog much like himself. The other appeared to be female, only judging by the scent she let off. Timidly, Tucker tumbled back between the railing. Maybe she didn’t see him, maybe she did. Whichever the case may be, the last thing he wanted was to appear as a threat.
Very soft mumbles could be heard by Tucker. It was apparent the other canine was attempting to speak towards him. But without luck, the poor pup couldn’t understand a word being said. This caused him to tilt his head in a very confused way. His left ear folded down upon itself as he made his movement in a very causal manner. Rising from his hiding position, he took a step towards the other before him – careful not to find himself between the railing once more. His lightly padded paw made it easy for him to glide across the tracks with careful steps. He was now closer to the strange dog, and he head still remained tilted.
Maybe this new canine wasn’t so bad? It was hard to tell. It had been long since he had encountered another stray much like himself. The young male was wondering whether or not he should just go and find some shelter or settle in this new place, leaving the other there alone. Obsidian eyes glazed over as the dog, and it appeared the male was debating the ideal with himself. It wasn't all that strange that he asked himself for an opinion, though it was really just wondering which decision was best. Yet, with another shake of his head which flowed down his back to the tip of his tail, Tucker let the idea go. This new stray grabbed his attention, and appeared the same as him, as if molded in to a single picture that held uniqueness to it's features. It was cool, but Tucker couldn’t truly ask for no more than what was already presented to him. He was lucky to have even found this stray, seeing as it appeared in better shape than some other dogs on the street. And for that, Tucker was happy. He was not alone anymore.
I want to say hello The thought was sincere as if his quick tongue had placed a sharp edge at every word. It hadn't passed his lips though, such thoughts were reserved for himself and possibly anyone he decided fit to listen or for that matter.. understand. It remained like that for a few seconds, nothing but the steady rhythm of the wind in the trees, and the sound of his and her breathing accompanying them on this beginning journey. The scenery was passing faster and faster, but slowly things were beginning to stop.
The young male didn't falter one single bit as he approached up to the large stray before him, gait clumsy but fluid as he displayed some traits that betrayed his street life. Immediately, his gaze traveled around the large expanse of the land and laid down judgment on anything that appeared under his scrutinizing gaze – much like the butterfly that escaped. Tucker was always getting sidetracked at any flash of movement, for sight was enhanced with the loss of hearing. It appeared pretty much deserted, though dust covered some of the tracks, adding on more to the eerie aura it was giving off. Yet, the male did not tremble and run off at the sight. No, a small grin was slowly spreading across his face, he was not alone. I am glad you are here.. His thoughts told him. Though, he wished to tell her with his voice. But the fear of being left behind because of his defect was greater than most. This was why he was timid. This was why Tucker was who he was.
Tucker gave the canine a look once over, not wishing to miss any little feature. The puppy waited for further instruction and came to admire every appearance about this other dog. A female, he told himself. Tucker lowered his ears upon the back of his head. A soft whining stumbled through his throat. This is where he would begin to get scared. Scared of rejection. Most females her age would pass by a defective mutt like Tucker, why would she be any different? Tucker was starting to get low and smooth, a slight whine added to his speech made Tucker show his intimidation of her. It was his natural personality shining through, the better side of it that is. It was with those few whines that he claimed the railing as his own as his back legs slid through the tracks – front paws holding on. Yes, this was who Tucker was. A timid mutt without a voice to uphold and the fear of rejection on his side. Hopefully his fun wouldn’t in here, for Tucker’s sake at least.
i love you! anndddddd. lore will decide if you join or not, so i won't be biased because your my brother. but, nice sample. you had a few grammar errors, so careful on that. but i like your word choices. normal dog role plays have over used words that make my eyes bled. glad you could pay attention in english class. /huggles. xD
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