07-24-2018, 01:26 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]The coydog perked up at that, brown eyes brightening a bit. That was mighty fine of her, wasn't it? Hell, it was better reception than he'd get sometimes back home, though to be fair, his reputation didn't exactly encourage likeability. Whenever he showed up, everyone always assumed he was on a contract. Sometimes they weren't wrong, but still, a little courtesy could go a long way. Mojave smiled loosely at finding it here, and then nodded when Atbash gave her explanation. She was the one calling the shots in this town, huh? Good to know the boss was pleasant company, which was more than enough of a reason for Mojave to obey when she flicked her tail. Hot chocolate? What the hell was that? Was it a warmed up bar of chocolate? He'd never had anything like that. Back in the desert, it was a bit difficult to get his paws on anything that wasn't a cactus, like the one he was scooting along in the snow. [color=#5b1410]"'Fraid I've never had that, Atbash."
The mix gave a pause, duster no longer bobbing against the motion of his back legs. There was a coupla other folks popping by to say hello, one of them a towering fellow, with white eyes that must've been blind, except he felt prickles like critters walking across his skin when he gave them a direct glance. He'd have to stay on his toes, just in case. [color=#5b1410]"Uh...pardon? That was a real bad sickness, wasn't it? Are we playin' trivia?" The way the wolf said it was like an introduction, except that couldn't be a name, now. Could it? He didn't have much room to talk, being Dust Of The Mojave, but Bubonicplague was a bit sinister. Mojave reckoned that'd fit. [color=#5b1410]"Is it my turn? Dust Bowl." The coydog gave his cactus another small push, whiskey gaze turning over to a feline, who only seemed to have eyes for Mojave's buddy.
[color=#5b1410]"Prob'ly not, but it couldn't hurt to try. I can get plenty use out of it even if it does die." The one thing they could do in the desert was use a cactus.
The mix gave a pause, duster no longer bobbing against the motion of his back legs. There was a coupla other folks popping by to say hello, one of them a towering fellow, with white eyes that must've been blind, except he felt prickles like critters walking across his skin when he gave them a direct glance. He'd have to stay on his toes, just in case. [color=#5b1410]"Uh...pardon? That was a real bad sickness, wasn't it? Are we playin' trivia?" The way the wolf said it was like an introduction, except that couldn't be a name, now. Could it? He didn't have much room to talk, being Dust Of The Mojave, but Bubonicplague was a bit sinister. Mojave reckoned that'd fit. [color=#5b1410]"Is it my turn? Dust Bowl." The coydog gave his cactus another small push, whiskey gaze turning over to a feline, who only seemed to have eyes for Mojave's buddy.
[color=#5b1410]"Prob'ly not, but it couldn't hurt to try. I can get plenty use out of it even if it does die." The one thing they could do in the desert was use a cactus.
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I AM FLESH AND I AM BONE
[div style="width:323px;font-size:7.35pt;line-height:1.3;color:black;font-family:times;margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-top:-4px;text-align:justify"]DUST OF THE MOJAVE // COYDOG MIX // 3 YEARS // BOUNTY HUNTER