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Post by Gobeur 'n' Flynn on Jun 24, 2006 1:00:12 GMT -5
The young red dog pranced proudly into the meadow looking around importantly bright orbs shining out of his slightly domed head. As he floated gracefully along his long feathers billowed out around him. It was interesting in this strange hot place. Much stranger than his native, foggy Ireland. As it was the young Irish Setter couldn't decide which he like best. Fruit littered the ground filling the air witha tangy scent. Seeing a bird flutter up suddenly froma bush he naturally assumed his stance. Ready for a hunter to shoot it an dpraise him. Neither came and he shook his head. Foolish dog. There were no more who would praise him and feed him. Not after he had messed it up anyway.
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Post by Lady on Jun 24, 2006 17:54:06 GMT -5
Lady watched the red dog from a distance. He took an odd stance and she laughed a little. He did look kinda funny. She shook her head. "I need someone to talk to. He's as good as any other dog." She started to walk towards him. The dog got out of the stance and shook his head. He looked almost disapointed. "Maybe I can cheer him up!" Lady thought. She pranced over to him, then sat down behind him.
" Hi! My name is Lady. Whats yours?"
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Post by Gobeur 'n' Flynn on Jun 24, 2006 21:14:17 GMT -5
Starting as a young fae trotted up he shook out of his reveire(sp). Lady that was a fine name for a young dog. His meant red-haired son.
"Ach wee lass, Lady's a fyne name fo one lyke yoo. Me name is Flynn."
((Scottish dog!))
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Post by Lady on Jun 25, 2006 17:37:03 GMT -5
Lady smiled. Flynn that was nice name. She absolutly loved his accent. "Its nice to meet you. I like your name." Lady began to wonder where he came from that he had such an awesome accent. She decided just to wait and see. After all she wanted to prolonge this conversation it was her first in a long time.
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Post by Gobeur 'n' Flynn on Jun 25, 2006 18:57:36 GMT -5
Plopping down Flynn fell to the earth in a sort of free fall he found easier than lowering himself. Tassels flared out like wings in the air. His crown rested on his large paws decisevley. It was a show of trust that he was lying down in the presence of a strange fae. She had the strange accent that often accompanied an american dog.
"Thank ye lass. May ah be so buld as ta ask ye beed? Ah'm an irish Settah."
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Post by Lady on Jun 26, 2006 12:26:04 GMT -5
"Thank ye lass. May ah be so buld as te ask ye breed."
Lady sat down. Flynn was a sweet gentelman. An irish setter. She had seen one once. From a distance, but that was at a dog park. She looked at him very closly. He looked very handsome. Lady decided that she wanted to be friends him. "I am an Australian Cattle Dog or a Blue Heeler.Its the same thing but some people call it by a different name. Well, I come from around here some where. Where are you from?"
o.o.c. i will be gone untill July 18th. Its nice being able to talk to someone though. Talk to you then. Bye!
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