06-10-2009, 08:02 PM
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Haha, that’s awesome~~
Still trying to get used to the territory, ^=^;;
Hahah, Gotham=Goddam=Goddamn? ^=^;;;;;;;;
300+
Amata awoke with a start, but what woke her was uncertain. She had had no nightmares, and so she was sitting up with that unquenchable curiosity. Despite the early hours of the night, the little girl was not tired—at least not at the moment. With sleep having been so recently disrupted, she felt quite awake, ready to explore another day. But the darkness of the house made a mutual understanding with the pup, and the hushed silence bid her to do the same. Quietly, the small puppy crawled out of bed, faling in a soft lump on the floor. A quiet, muffled squeak escaped the girl when she hit her nose, and her paw rose to rub. That had hurt! But she didn’t cry—the floor hadn’t meant to hurt her, and she was sure of it. Silently, the pup gave a solemn nodd to the floor before her dual coloured eyes turned out into the quiet, comfortable darkness of the rooms.
Her puppy’s paws and claws were quiet upon the floor, almost like the scuffling of a mouse. She was trying very hard not to wake Mamma or Dadda, or Cambi or, Goddam. Her eyes were caught suddenly by a soft glow—what was that? The creamy pup took off in a quiet prancing, her stubby limbs carrying her to her destination. The room smelled different, like flowers, but she didn’t see any. She only heard a scary drumming sound, but when she saw that it was only her Dadda, which made her very happy. Her fur was pretty like his. He was reading against the wall when she ran up to him. He looked not happy, and the small pup’s smile faltered. "Hi, Dadda!" she whispered in the dark, her stubby tail wagging slowly. "Whats yous doins?" Amata didn’t ask why Kansas seemed sad, although her puppy eyes grew sad with him.
Haha, that’s awesome~~
Still trying to get used to the territory, ^=^;;
Hahah, Gotham=Goddam=Goddamn? ^=^;;;;;;;;
300+
Amata awoke with a start, but what woke her was uncertain. She had had no nightmares, and so she was sitting up with that unquenchable curiosity. Despite the early hours of the night, the little girl was not tired—at least not at the moment. With sleep having been so recently disrupted, she felt quite awake, ready to explore another day. But the darkness of the house made a mutual understanding with the pup, and the hushed silence bid her to do the same. Quietly, the small puppy crawled out of bed, faling in a soft lump on the floor. A quiet, muffled squeak escaped the girl when she hit her nose, and her paw rose to rub. That had hurt! But she didn’t cry—the floor hadn’t meant to hurt her, and she was sure of it. Silently, the pup gave a solemn nodd to the floor before her dual coloured eyes turned out into the quiet, comfortable darkness of the rooms.
Her puppy’s paws and claws were quiet upon the floor, almost like the scuffling of a mouse. She was trying very hard not to wake Mamma or Dadda, or Cambi or, Goddam. Her eyes were caught suddenly by a soft glow—what was that? The creamy pup took off in a quiet prancing, her stubby limbs carrying her to her destination. The room smelled different, like flowers, but she didn’t see any. She only heard a scary drumming sound, but when she saw that it was only her Dadda, which made her very happy. Her fur was pretty like his. He was reading against the wall when she ran up to him. He looked not happy, and the small pup’s smile faltered. "Hi, Dadda!" she whispered in the dark, her stubby tail wagging slowly. "Whats yous doins?" Amata didn’t ask why Kansas seemed sad, although her puppy eyes grew sad with him.