02-26-2021, 11:22 AM
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[sup]© tikki[/sup]I DON'T CARE WHO I MIGHT HURT ALONG THE WAY, I'M FUCKING SINKING
The days here were progressing slowly. He still hadn't forced himself to mingle with anyone. It just...felt odd. Sure this was supposed to be his new home and all that but his homesickness gnawed at his belly. He wasn't one for change line that and so suddenly. The choice having been one sided but he was here and he needed to get used to it. He was stewing in his own negativity but perhaps soon he would see the positives in this place. Like the cliffs. He really liked those and the bird hunting up there was phenomenal. Still he just wished he could have had a few more days to get ready, to say goodbye to people he once knew and the house. This one here was a bit better given that he had his own room now but still. Putting on a neutral expression the borzoi was leaving the house when he heard a call. Blinking he turned his long snouted head in that direction and looked at the woman.
A personal announcements? He tilted his head a bit as it went on and well he was rather surprised. He had just assumed that the other was just that, a female. His eyes narrowed a bit and he found that this didn't change much for him. He had never seen them as anything else but being comfortable in one's own skin was important. He was told this before. Lightly he looked down at his paws, the black markings that carved through the silverish white. Right right. It made him think and gave him a reason to pause. Sitting down he rubbed a paw against his own leg before just giving a nod. There was not anything to disagree with. This was logical.
A personal announcements? He tilted his head a bit as it went on and well he was rather surprised. He had just assumed that the other was just that, a female. His eyes narrowed a bit and he found that this didn't change much for him. He had never seen them as anything else but being comfortable in one's own skin was important. He was told this before. Lightly he looked down at his paws, the black markings that carved through the silverish white. Right right. It made him think and gave him a reason to pause. Sitting down he rubbed a paw against his own leg before just giving a nod. There was not anything to disagree with. This was logical.
SAUVIGNON - 11 MONTHS - PALM GLADES