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Post by carsten on Aug 5, 2010 3:22:32 GMT -5
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It was evening, the sun painting the sky orange. A myriad of different colors also painted the sky. It was faded, from pink to orange, a wonderful shade of lavender in the middle. It would be night soon and Striker would need to be heading back to the Pure Bloods' dens.
The other dogs seemed to be a bit on edge since Chase confessed his suspicions about what the wolves might be plotting. everyone trotted around in uneasy peace, an ambiance strongly felt. This didn't jive well with Striker's personality, so he left for a bit.
his guard was down, which wasn't very smart considering the possible circumstances. Striker didn't want to worry though, everyone did enough of that. He came to the beach often, never at night but he spent his days here, unless something else was asked of him. He would think but his thoughts weren't very severe.
He wondered about Chase how hopeless he was probably feeling. Everyone was hopeless and that bred panic. Things would fall apart soon but chase would hopefully cope with that.
He thought of better days, from when he was young. Everything seemed to simple then but complications were abound.
Striker sighed This is so depressing.
words hardly uttered by the bear dog.
Speaking Thoughts
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