Meeting Mr James* Whitelupine: A large blue great dane made his way a crossed the yard, his ears back in annoyance, he hadn't gotten much done since he'd join Vernice but he was determined to do SOMETHING of substance before getting in good with the boss, over the past couple weeks he'd gotten in close with, oh what was the useless bastard's name? Fail? RIGHT perfect name for him. James let out a huff as he lay down beneath a tree, his half folded ears perking forward in boredom.Meeting Mr James by Rubbalite
* Rubbalite: The blue piebald capo walked along the territory, feeling a bit of self content. Skelter had just dumped that bull terrier into the road kill drop off sight not too long ago and the evidence was still strained red on her scarred muzzle. She licked the end of her nose as she moved along, only slowing her pace down when she saw another dog laying beneath a tree. A dane by the looks of it. She stopped and studied the large male from a far amount of distance, but wasn't really trying to hide.
Stalkin' Your Pack* Esaki: Lick, lick, lick. The young dogs legs were splayed out behind him, laying on his belly as he groomed a patch of off-white fur. Lick after lick, he'd aim to keep that coat of his as clean as possible. It was hard being a mostly white dog in such a dirty place. A snort and his tongue would shift a few inches over to awkwardly lick on his shoulder. Though he seemed busy....or content grooming himself even...his eyes would open to slits as his ears swiveled to and fro. He was listening...watching...keeping alert. Cautious? Perhaps. Smart? Undoubtedly. Curling up he'd lay on his side and lick at his left rear foot before picking his head up and pacing on the steps of an abandoned building. He was...aching for something to do by now. Geesh.Stalkin' Your Pack by Rubbalite
* dragonmissy: Claudia's face was starting to scab up from the bite she had recieve on the side of her face. She got it as clean as she could thanks to water and Harley's licks. She would shake her head as the flys noticed
I am a young adult living in the land of 10,000 lakes & 10,000,000 mosquitoes. You can either call me Brett or Rubbalite, they are both names that I commonly go by all the time.|
I currently work at a gas station (for now) & I'm usually there a lot because of that.