Post by azil on Sept 5, 2011 16:39:50 GMT -5
HAWK
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The canine moved along he abandoned paths with a swagger that suggested his confidence, a twitch in his cropped tail and his held high. He was a handsome creature, well-muscled and one to carry himself with pride, and Hawk was well aware of his appealing physicality. He was scoping out the lands in a curiosity for their claimability, looking for food and water sources and good shelter along the way. The bloke had explored the museum earlier on, and had found that its drinking fountains still suprisingly worked. Rats had made their home within its walls, and he supposed that the building would provide everything a group of dogs could need.
The idea of having found a suitable living space caused Hawk's tail to wag once, and then it fell still, his alert gaze scoping the terrain. With a quiet woof, the ebony and chocolate male made the descision to assume this place for himself and for whomever joined him within the park. Hawk then released a louder bark, one that echoed across the grounds and reverberated back to him, and set off with his long, loping strides to mark the borders.
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gang to be called Mael.
