Fritters nodded in reluctant agreement, completely missing what Max had almost revealed. "Whatever you say, man. Guess it's better than the alternative. Once, I met a dog who liked to eat his own poo. Give me flower-power any day of the week."
He raised an eyebrow curiously at his companion's...
Fritters grumbled in irritation as he was knocked down for the second time in less than ten minutes. But as soon as the aroma of steak hit his nose, he was feeling a lot better. He devoured the meat at a leisurely pace before turning to Max and grinning, "You're my kind of dog, bro. I could get...
Fritters watched Camille disappear behind a tree. He huffed indignantly. She was a weird one, alright. Flowers and secret hiding places, he didn't really know how to deal with this one.
Oh well, he shrugged as best a dog can and turned back towards the house. Exploration had gone wrong, the...
Fritters yelped as he was knocked to the ground by the livid pup. He blinked in surprise and studied Camille's wailing form.
"Hey..." he began, awkwardly, "it's just a flower... I mean... I probably did the thing some good...."
Fritters looked at the the flower, then at Camille.
"I'm... Fritters." he replied, almost hesitant to give away the embarrassing name his previous owner had stuck him with. "And I'm not interested in flowers"
He shambled over to the bright red rose and liften his leg up, careful to avoid the...
Fritter's pawed at his left ear boredly. "Dreamt I was being dropped into the ocean, if that counts as nice."
He frowned at the window. "If I had it my way, I'd sleep through boring days like this. Though living in a place like this, I suppose there'll be plenty more to come. A top dog like...
Fritters was woken from his peaceful nap by his fellow dogs' conversation. He stretched lazily, yawning as he did so. There was nothing better than sleeping in the middle of the day. Except maybe chasing cats, but he hadn't seen many of those pesky things recently.
He took in the mud-soaked...
Fritters returned to the house dripping wet but feeling thoroughly relieved. He shook the water from his fur and trotted to his bed for a nap. He passed by the black Lab, flicking his tail into the other dogs face as he did so.
With a little yelp, Fritters watched his saving grace get pulled away by the whipped Dalmation. He couldn't take it anymore. He completely ignored the other dog's friendly introduction and ran out into the rain.
Fritters stared out the window, nose twitching in frustration. Rainy days were the worst. Sure, watching the droplets seep down the glass was a nice way to spend the day, but he really didn't want to go outside in that weather and he really needed to relieve himself.
He glanced behind him at...
Name: Fritters
Gender: Male
Breed(s): Border Collie
Age (remember, to also put in dog years. Unless its weeks or months, multiply by 7): 6 months
Pups (optional): None
Pregnant (optional): None
Bf/Gf: I'm a bachelor pup, dude! I got 99 problems but a female dog ain't one. ;)...
Add me too!
Gamertag: Ax Crazy
Games: At this point, I mostly just play multiplayer Black Ops. I sometimes stretch for Fable II, Portal or Naruto: Ultimate Ninja Storm 2. Rarely though. I want to get my hands on Sims or something so I can make two male characters and just make them- HUR HUR...
Alastor is having a hard time choosing between past and present tense...
Alastor thanks the blacksmith again, this time with a hearty slap on the back, and heads towards the building he assumes is the Inn. He throws open the door and looks around for wealthy people who may be in need of...
Alastor equips his Riverstone Knife.
Having acquired a weapon, Alastor decides to look for a quest. He thanks the blacksmith for lending him his tools and asks if he knows of anywhere he can find a quest to take up.
"Preferrably one with a lofty reward~!" he added.
Alastor thanked the blacksmith and looked over the tools he had to work with. A knife made from wood and stone wouldn't be the greatest weapon, but it would work until he had the money or materials for a better one. And there was the fact that he didn't know much about crafting... he supposed...
Alastor looked down at his new items thoughtfully. The smart thing to do now would be to make some sort of weapon, right? But...
He had no idea how to do such a thing.
He scratched his head. If only there was a blacksmith around.
Alastor looked around and spotted what seemed like a town a...
Alastor waved his arms around frantically, searching for something to grab onto, but found nothing. After much struggling, Alastor managed to do an awkward doggy paddle to shore and spent a good five minutes hugging the ground.
With that done, he rose to his feet and looked around for some...