Haunted - [Vervain]

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[atrb=border,0,table][bg=d5e1ea] [atrb=width,500,table] The halls were lonesome and eerie - just the way Nicia liked it. Well, not really but she did enjoy being by herself. The company of others just brought nothing but hassle and drama. Why sour up her life with the company of some stranger when she was fine by herself. Not that she didn't enjoy companionship or even someone to talk to every once in a great while. It was just others brought problems and with all the stress this dog went through by herself was enough to kill her. Though somehow it didn't and she went on with her life. You see, Nicia has always been a cautious dog. Jumpy, awkward, afraid of the dark or better yet the stuff that could be lurking in it. The very thought of coming across another dog terrified her. Or worse - a big male dog. Dear god that would scare her out of her wits. Now you wonder why she's wandering in a large high school by herself. Honestly, Nicia has no clue. She never has a clue where she's going. All she knows is that she likes her solitude and usually avoids anyone.

[VERVAIN !]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=f8e1a5] Speech! This place reeked! A moist amber-ish colored nose scrunched up as a foul scent filled the room. The owner of the nose lowered her head down, covering her sensitive nose by draping her right paw across it. A shrill whine escaped from her in pure disgust of what she was smelling. The Toller lifted her head once more, sneezing, before taking a few more steps into the classroom. School--it was like prison for teenagers, only you had to learn in it. She quickly found the source of the horrible smell--a glass tank with the top of its lid half way off. The female slipped up to the tank, choking back her gag reflex at what she saw. There, in the tank, was a huge mass of decaying toads. It seemed that the biology or whatever teacher wanted his or her students to disect live frogs. Wait, wait, wait... Was... Was that large one moving? Veronique yelped, jumping back a few feet as a large black and green toad hopped out of the tank and on to the floor. What the--that thing is ugly! And it smells! The Retriever let out a growl, but the sound was interrupted by a high pitched bark in fright as the 'zombie' toad leaped forward again. Vero stumbled backward, knocking over a tower of glass test tubes. Her floppy ears swiveled back and her tail tucked between her legs as the loud shattering of the glass echoed throughout the room and into the halls. She was cornered. By a toad. Huh, some day she was having. The Retriever let out another growl as the toad came forward again, a few patches of its skin falling off in the process. Ew. She took a few steps back, wincing as she stepped on some of the glass. Great, just what she needed--an old infected toad chasing her and glass in her hind left leg. Perfect... ooc: -shrugs- Zombie toads are cool. :3