Post by Spitfire on Jul 25, 2008 15:34:32 GMT -5
Mesa Creek
"What is this? Some sort of place that these wretched humans want you to call home? Not for long, my friends. We'll find a way, a way to be free, free from their grasp, where these beings can't treat us like were below them, and maybe then, just maybe we'll find our way to the top this time. My only wish is for you to stay safe."
His words, they stung, they were so meaningful, while all of the canines sat in their cages, lined up like some candy on a shelf. It was true, we needed a way out, and to tell you the truth, I didn't think there was a way. Not far from here, you can hear it, the trickling stream, the sound of the smooth crashing waves. the strong urge to dig your claws in that soft sand. Yes, claws, if you hadn't noticed, we are dogs. And we have every reason to live in freedom, just like you terrible humans do.
Now, who am I? My name is Breeze, and that is the name I'm proud to own, it gives me a secure feeling of being safe, for, who would want to be nameless? I ask you now, as my loyal companion, to rid of the humans, their power will end here, it has gone too far. All of us, were all sick of it, those horrid humans, thinking we can't go farther then fetching them the paper! We'll show them... won't we.
"They don't know what's coming for them. it'll start then they will end. Their power will become ours, as if they were never here. How does that sound. Now, don't lie, you know you need this power, it's all thats on your mind now, and ever since you've been brainwashed by those beings they've pushed you around with their so called laws. Well, don't they knew were sick of it?!"
Maybe. . . maybe just one day we'll find our home away from you, you wretched humans. We own this land, you have no right to pass here. Stand back, for you have no idea what us creatures can do when we haven't been handled by you in a while. And, maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to our paradise. Our paradise you ask? Thats a little place we call Mesa Crest. Put that in your head, and keep your eye out. I know we'll find it. . . one day, we just have to get out of this prison.
Will you Find Your Paradise?
Your life slowly passes by as you sit in a small metal cage, watching and listening to the people walk by, not even taking a chance to look at how much you deserve this home. You can almost hear the sands of your time fading away. At View Creek Kennels, dogs come in and your promised to never see them again. This shelter is known for being one of the most terrible places on earth... well, to the dogs. People come by your cage everyday, but your just not the one to them,your too skinny, to small, too fluffy, too old. Whatever the reason, more dogs come in then out.
Forget About The Past.
Now, forget about the past, lets think about the present. All of us dogs have split into three packs, each believing in different thoughts. for example, some of these dogs are quite dark, and believe that killing the humans is the best idea. Some dogs are indecisive, and don't know what to choose, all of the ideas so confusing. And the last group of dogs believes that the humans shouldn't be harmed, for they are just living their lives like we are trying to do.
Where does your reality fall?
+ Mod positions are still available
+ Tons of ideas are accepted and taken into thought
+ Intermediate to advanced RP
+ Helpful and attentive members
+ Tons of fun RP experience for you!
+ Join the fun! ; mesacresthigh.proboards103.com/index.cgi
"What is this? Some sort of place that these wretched humans want you to call home? Not for long, my friends. We'll find a way, a way to be free, free from their grasp, where these beings can't treat us like were below them, and maybe then, just maybe we'll find our way to the top this time. My only wish is for you to stay safe."
His words, they stung, they were so meaningful, while all of the canines sat in their cages, lined up like some candy on a shelf. It was true, we needed a way out, and to tell you the truth, I didn't think there was a way. Not far from here, you can hear it, the trickling stream, the sound of the smooth crashing waves. the strong urge to dig your claws in that soft sand. Yes, claws, if you hadn't noticed, we are dogs. And we have every reason to live in freedom, just like you terrible humans do.
Now, who am I? My name is Breeze, and that is the name I'm proud to own, it gives me a secure feeling of being safe, for, who would want to be nameless? I ask you now, as my loyal companion, to rid of the humans, their power will end here, it has gone too far. All of us, were all sick of it, those horrid humans, thinking we can't go farther then fetching them the paper! We'll show them... won't we.
"They don't know what's coming for them. it'll start then they will end. Their power will become ours, as if they were never here. How does that sound. Now, don't lie, you know you need this power, it's all thats on your mind now, and ever since you've been brainwashed by those beings they've pushed you around with their so called laws. Well, don't they knew were sick of it?!"
Maybe. . . maybe just one day we'll find our home away from you, you wretched humans. We own this land, you have no right to pass here. Stand back, for you have no idea what us creatures can do when we haven't been handled by you in a while. And, maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to our paradise. Our paradise you ask? Thats a little place we call Mesa Crest. Put that in your head, and keep your eye out. I know we'll find it. . . one day, we just have to get out of this prison.
Will you Find Your Paradise?
Your life slowly passes by as you sit in a small metal cage, watching and listening to the people walk by, not even taking a chance to look at how much you deserve this home. You can almost hear the sands of your time fading away. At View Creek Kennels, dogs come in and your promised to never see them again. This shelter is known for being one of the most terrible places on earth... well, to the dogs. People come by your cage everyday, but your just not the one to them,your too skinny, to small, too fluffy, too old. Whatever the reason, more dogs come in then out.
Forget About The Past.
Now, forget about the past, lets think about the present. All of us dogs have split into three packs, each believing in different thoughts. for example, some of these dogs are quite dark, and believe that killing the humans is the best idea. Some dogs are indecisive, and don't know what to choose, all of the ideas so confusing. And the last group of dogs believes that the humans shouldn't be harmed, for they are just living their lives like we are trying to do.
Where does your reality fall?
+ Mod positions are still available
+ Tons of ideas are accepted and taken into thought
+ Intermediate to advanced RP
+ Helpful and attentive members
+ Tons of fun RP experience for you!
+ Join the fun! ; mesacresthigh.proboards103.com/index.cgi