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Temperature: 95 degrees Weather: Sunny with little cloud Admins: Artichoke Dobby Paco	The Plot The farmer dissapeared and left us canines to choose, are you a Wild Wolf, a Forest Fox, or a Domestic Dog? Have you been converted? Choose your destiny, it will depend on your survival.	Dogs: Foxy Jasmine Foxes: Aqua Vix Wolves: Kole Meso Bittersweet Which will you Choose?

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The House To Myself
« Thread Started on Sept 3, 2006, 11:26pm »

Auds shifted picking up the noises surrounding the moving dark body of a pup, slinking around the house past sunset. The old floor boards creaked beneath her small weight. Cobwebs hung from every available spot and dust had settled on every surface. Many small paw prints were left in the thick coat of dust that covered the floor. Rats scurried out of harms way, avoiding the stare of the small fea. She grinned wickedly at the vermin's wise decision. Foxy padded up the steep steps, leading to the second floor of the old farm. Holes were everywhere as the wooden house was rotting away, and close to collapsing. Her foot slipped a another hole formed in the steps. Wood worm was all over the place, crawling into every possible gap, eating away at the once fine oak building. She young spaniel lifted her foot from the gap, and continued her climb to the very top of the house.

The second floor reeked of death, murder and rotting flesh. Here was were the body had once lain and rotted away. Until it's sudden disappearance a few short months ago. The wolves, supposedly, had smelt the meat from miles away, and ripped it to shreds in moments. Who knows if the story was true though. Foxy didn't for sure. She ad been born after the death of her so called 'owner'. Dried blood still lay, thickly coated on the floor. Like crimson paint, it had started to crust and break apart as pressure was applied to the large area where it had been left. Small pieces of rotting skin and un - edible organs still lay, cluttering the floor and stinking the house out.

Foxy passed the gross display of death, and climbed a second and final set of stairs towards the darkened attic. Or 'Her bedroom' as she proffered to call it. The crescent moon shone through the small dusty window, making the some what scary object cast frightening shadows on the floor. Foxy glanced round and reassured herself that no other was present. She wandered over to a large, shredded cushion and torn blanket, and curled herself up inside them. Her black beady eyes watched through the darkness of the attic. They drooped several times then finally closed fully, and Foxy drifted off onto a deep grim filled sleep.

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