06-19-2018, 12:11 AM
ZIMAVICH
[div style="text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 5pt lightgrey; color: black; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right; width: 500px;"]TANGLEWOOD — PROXY — RUSSIAN BEAR DOG[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]The was a new growling sound. It was low and gruff and [i]loud. Zimavich had noticed that with this form. The natural agression. The anger. The need to defend land. The need to attack invaders.
He stopped and sloppily licked his chops, panting as he trotted to her. ”Na..me.” He tested the word on his new mouth. Purple eyes stared and his brow furrowed, giving another small growl.
He stomped the ground. ”Tangle-wood.” The dog raised his paw to his chest. ”Zimavich.”
”Join.....?”