12-14-2009, 06:42 PM
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This world is so strange to the patterned male. A thick white fog rolled over the cold like ground that felt like rock under his paws, it was like a never ending place that was nowhere in itself. Color didn't seem to be anywhere as the dull color of a brownish orange filled the sky, though it wasn't dark but yet every made him fill so wary. That fog was like a wall in his mind as well on his eyes. This was not something he has ever heard of or ever dreamed of in his life, such a place didn't fit in his mind on earth.
Looking around his crimson eyes looked at the alien world around him as his hair bristled along his back, what he was doing here and why seemed like a hole in his brain. How the husky go to this place was a mix of feelings and images that seem like sand in the lake, they don't make sense, nothing makes sense. Trotting there the thick mass of fog his claws clicked, the seemed to click to loudly so he stopped. Confusion was starting to build a anger at this place, a dream, this is all a dream but his mission is still unclear. Breathing there was a off sound but his nose filled with the smell of something strong, like sulfur or another naturally metal.
This world is so strange to the patterned male. A thick white fog rolled over the cold like ground that felt like rock under his paws, it was like a never ending place that was nowhere in itself. Color didn't seem to be anywhere as the dull color of a brownish orange filled the sky, though it wasn't dark but yet every made him fill so wary. That fog was like a wall in his mind as well on his eyes. This was not something he has ever heard of or ever dreamed of in his life, such a place didn't fit in his mind on earth.
Looking around his crimson eyes looked at the alien world around him as his hair bristled along his back, what he was doing here and why seemed like a hole in his brain. How the husky go to this place was a mix of feelings and images that seem like sand in the lake, they don't make sense, nothing makes sense. Trotting there the thick mass of fog his claws clicked, the seemed to click to loudly so he stopped. Confusion was starting to build a anger at this place, a dream, this is all a dream but his mission is still unclear. Breathing there was a off sound but his nose filled with the smell of something strong, like sulfur or another naturally metal.