10-01-2011, 08:46 AM
It wasn't that bad :3
Both pups are orange furred with deep blue eyes, they are both slightly see through as well. Makhesthai has only half an ear, is covered in scars and has a large bald patch on his throat, he is in optime form. Victory is noticably smaller than Makhesthai and is in her lupus form, she has no ears at all, and is also covered in scars, she is missing the last 5 inches of her tail and also her right rear leg.
Two orange furred streaks flashed through the dappled shadows of trees and foliage, occasionally one would slip and fall and tumble through a tree only to emerge on the other side completely unharmed. Makhesthai smiled, his sister was with him again, as poor as her pitiful life had been, he was trying to make up for it now in the time she spend with him as a ghost. Victory's squeals and laughter made the confusion of his soul reforming worthwhile. He didn't care if he had been sent her for a purpose or not, all he cared of was the younger sibling he was tasked to watch over and take care of.
The two played together happily in the gradually lightening morning, small yiips and yaps as they engaged in puppyish behavior for the first time in both their lives. The majority of their actual lives having been spent cowering in fear or attempting to feed themselves with whatever they could find. Quite suddenly the pair stumbled to a half in front of a large man and Victory hid behind her larger brother even though no one could ever hurt her again. If the man had any fear of ghosts or the dead then he was in for a shock, Makhesthai stepped forwards,
"You lost mister?"
Both pups are orange furred with deep blue eyes, they are both slightly see through as well. Makhesthai has only half an ear, is covered in scars and has a large bald patch on his throat, he is in optime form. Victory is noticably smaller than Makhesthai and is in her lupus form, she has no ears at all, and is also covered in scars, she is missing the last 5 inches of her tail and also her right rear leg.
Two orange furred streaks flashed through the dappled shadows of trees and foliage, occasionally one would slip and fall and tumble through a tree only to emerge on the other side completely unharmed. Makhesthai smiled, his sister was with him again, as poor as her pitiful life had been, he was trying to make up for it now in the time she spend with him as a ghost. Victory's squeals and laughter made the confusion of his soul reforming worthwhile. He didn't care if he had been sent her for a purpose or not, all he cared of was the younger sibling he was tasked to watch over and take care of.
The two played together happily in the gradually lightening morning, small yiips and yaps as they engaged in puppyish behavior for the first time in both their lives. The majority of their actual lives having been spent cowering in fear or attempting to feed themselves with whatever they could find. Quite suddenly the pair stumbled to a half in front of a large man and Victory hid behind her larger brother even though no one could ever hurt her again. If the man had any fear of ghosts or the dead then he was in for a shock, Makhesthai stepped forwards,
"You lost mister?"