[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]The canine offers little resistance to the push, irritated glance replaced all too soon by a neutral analysis of his new surroundings. The heat oppresses him, makes his legs feel weak and so he has to sit down heavily after all of this travel- his lush black forests of old replaced with this orange nothingness. It's not too foreign in that case, as he knows a void of his own intimately by now. "Hm." Is all he offers in response.
It doesn't take a Philadelphia lawyer to figure out that he's not all present. From his slow reactions to his listless stare and apparent apathy at this new situation, it's a sound assumption to believe he would make quite the useless slave. However, he looks physically sound and experienced and the fact that he did make the trip without being dragged through the sand says something. It's because there is one driving force for him left at least and he trusts his gods to bless him with a visit. But can his gods find their way through such an empty sky? Maybe not until night time, when all are blanketed under the same sky and they can gallop around the constellations. Then, he will see his brother again.
Sven is lost in the thought, enamored even, but his empty look returns when stomach pain drags him to this dust bowl. As much rot drifts in these sands, he wishes the plants weren't so greedy with their nutrients because he has no clue where to find food he can chew to death. Well if he can't find it then, "Fruma, feed me." It's the only real sentence he's said yet; voice a gutteral, accented growl yet a sound with little emotion. What good is a slave starved and dehydrayed. It matters little to him at his present state of mind, but it would be a shame for this tall dog here to waste the trip. His parents would still have their exchange at least.
It doesn't take a Philadelphia lawyer to figure out that he's not all present. From his slow reactions to his listless stare and apparent apathy at this new situation, it's a sound assumption to believe he would make quite the useless slave. However, he looks physically sound and experienced and the fact that he did make the trip without being dragged through the sand says something. It's because there is one driving force for him left at least and he trusts his gods to bless him with a visit. But can his gods find their way through such an empty sky? Maybe not until night time, when all are blanketed under the same sky and they can gallop around the constellations. Then, he will see his brother again.
Sven is lost in the thought, enamored even, but his empty look returns when stomach pain drags him to this dust bowl. As much rot drifts in these sands, he wishes the plants weren't so greedy with their nutrients because he has no clue where to find food he can chew to death. Well if he can't find it then, "Fruma, feed me." It's the only real sentence he's said yet; voice a gutteral, accented growl yet a sound with little emotion. What good is a slave starved and dehydrayed. It matters little to him at his present state of mind, but it would be a shame for this tall dog here to waste the trip. His parents would still have their exchange at least.
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✦ you leave me buried in an unmarked grave ✦
sven - male - medium canine - king's twin - mod. threat
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sven - male - medium canine - king's twin - mod. threat
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