Welcome to Seven Lives. We are an active street dog roleplay that allows wolves, foxes, coyotes and even dire wolves! We have a low word count of 100. We are rated PG-13. We hope you take the time to look around and decide to join us!.
SEVEN LIVES was created by PARANORMAL. The skin which includes the Board Mod, Mini Profile and Sidebar are created by Dorothia @ Adoxography. The tabbed sidebar was created by kimset of RPG D'. Plug ins were made by their respective PB Support member. All other information which includes but is not limited to, Character Plots, Character Applications and more belong to their rightful owner. Graphics (c) to Paranormal as well as site plot. DO NOT STEAL.
Paranormal's paws bounced as he headed into the old theater. The border collie male's ears were pricked, acoustics cupping any faint noise that might come to them. his fur blew softly in the cold breeze that wafted through here. It was freezing in the theater as most of the windows and doors have been either boarded up or broken. Each time he exhaled small puffs of steam rose up from his nostrils and evaporated into the air before him.
his pads stung like hell but once inside there was carpeting and his pads stung less. He moved easily around the old rows of seats and headed toward the front. Paranormal hopped up into one of the seats and tucked his hind legs into a sitting position, letting his knees turn outwards. his forelegs kept his upper body erect as he sat there, looking around.
this place must've been amazing at the time when it was functional. now it just sat lonely and abandoned. it was kinda sad. sighing, he just sat there, gazing at the torn and shredded blank screen.
Flint lay curled in a tight ball in the hallway of the abandoned theater. He focused on his even breathing, trying to relax every muscle in his body and allow his mind to slip into sleep’s foggy embrace.
His stomach growled loudly.
Flint groaned and opened his eyes. Who was he kidding. His stomach wasn’t going to let him sleep.
Exasperated, Flint hauled his tired body to his feet and gave his body a violent shake, sending up a puff of dust. Bleh. It was a total mess in here. His fur was getting so filthy he could hardly stand to live in his own skin. Oh, the things he had taken for granted while living in a home. But he’d get use to life on the street. He was gonna have to, if he wanted to live to see another spring. He shivered as a frigid breeze drifted through the theater’s smashed windows. He had only discovered the abandoned theater that morning, but already he knew that his place definitely wasn’t going to work as a long-term home for him. Not only was it cold, it also creeped him out. It was time to move on.
Flint turned into the room to his right, caught up in his own thoughts and completely unaware of the presence of the other dog. He marched straight up the middle aisle of the theater chairs before he noticed the Border collie sitting in one of the seats. Startled, Flint took a sharp breath and came to an abrupt halt. “Oh! Hey, didn’t see you there – sorry,” he stammered.
Paranormal looked up and spied the scruffy looking male. He broke into a laid back grin and shrugged a furry shoulder.
"Eh no big deal dude," He said easily. "I'm Paranormal, or just Para for short. What's your name?"
His tail wagged easily as he sat there, gazing at the new male. Perhaps he'd come away with a friend today, or at least he so hoped that would be the case. his ears were lifted as he waited for the male to respond.
Not many canines came through here let lone females. Most of the time Paranormal figured that the females were nervous about being in enclosed buildings with males. Being he was a male himself, he could understand why that was. Most of the time males had nothing but sex on their minds. Paranormal was not like that at all.
"Are you apart of a pack?" he asked curiously and waited for the other male to speak again. His lower jaw dropped, salmon pink tongue rolling out and resting over his bottom two canines.
Last Edit: Jan 29, 2014 3:49:50 GMT by PARANORMAL❤
Flint relaxed, glad that he had run into friendly company. It was lucky he didn't tick this dog off. Barging into someone's space like that often did not create the best first impression. "I'm Flint," he replied. He sat down, feeling at ease in Para's company. It felt so good to talk to someone other than himself.
"Nah, no pack," Flint replied to his acquaintance's next question. There was a tinge of regret in his voice. "Wish I was. That's the reason I came to Silent Grove, actually - to find a pack." He glanced at the stranger curiously and asked, "Do you have a pack? Or have you run across any packs in this city?" It came out a little more eager than he had wanted it to. He didn't want to sound too desperate - especially if this dog was a part of a pack. Seeming helpless wouldn't get him into any pack. But it was true. He was helpless. And it was embarrassing.