A slight nudge was enough to wake her. She could hear light breathing, and the sound of a paw shifting slightly on dirt. She moved her paw around and felt the surface that she was laying on. Dirt, with some small bits of rock mixed in. She opened her eyes and immediately shut them again. Not because of what she was looking at, though that could be considered a reason, but because her vision had gone black and white, as opposed to the color she had used to enjoy.
What she was looking at was the reason she had been turned into a dog in the first place. Bolt. Of all the places and times for him to walk by, it had to be this one. She sniffed, hoping to determine some additional information. The most she could determine was that he was alone, with neither Penny o Rhino in tow.
Finally, she opened her eyes and looked him in the face.
"Are tu alright?" he asked, concerned.
She nodded, not really remembering her new lack of speech. Bolt sniffed her as she shakily stood up.
Once on her feet, the shaking subsided some. She looked around, taking things in through her new eyes. Everything, previously so full of vibrant colors, was now reduced to flat monotonous shades of gray.
A puddle nearby caught her interest. She took a few uncertain steps and gazed into it. Looking back at her was the face of a black and white-furred Border collie with green eyes, two notches in the left ear, and almost identical markings to her anterior form. Hopefully, Bolt would never notice. The collar, though, had been laying there beneath her, torn from her neck when she transformed. If he noticed the collar, and identified it, it was all over for her.
And he did. Once he got done looking her over, he looked around and his eyes alit on the broken collar. His expression changed and he strode to it, sniffing.
Mittens crouched there over the puddle, waiting anxiously.
With a horrible look on his face, he turned and rounded on her.
"Where'd that collar come from?" he demanded harshly.
She shrugged. It was all she could do.
"Where did tu get it?"
Another shrug.
Bolt pounced on her and pinned her down, making a huge splash in the puddle.
"WHERE DID tu GET IT!" he shouted.
She whined, terrified.
The whine seemed to affect Bolt. His shoulders slumped slightly, and he got off of her, allowing her to get up. She did, and shook the water vigorously from her fur.
"I'm sorry..." he said. "It's just that that collar smells just like a dear friend of mine. She ran out on me last night and I'm worried about her."
Mittens perked up her new somewhat floppy ears.
"I was an culo to her last night, and I wanted to apologize. I tracked her scent to right here, but I guess she tore it off and split."
She put a sympathetic look on her face.
"Anyway, I'm Bolt," dicho Bolt, reaching out a paw for a bump.
Mittens returned the bump and used her paw to scratch a fake name into the dirt between them. She scratched: Jodie.
"It's nice to meet you, Jodie," Bolt said, dipping his head.
She dipped her head in return, mind thinking fast. At some point, she'd have to tell him who she really was, but that could wait for a bit...
What she was looking at was the reason she had been turned into a dog in the first place. Bolt. Of all the places and times for him to walk by, it had to be this one. She sniffed, hoping to determine some additional information. The most she could determine was that he was alone, with neither Penny o Rhino in tow.
Finally, she opened her eyes and looked him in the face.
"Are tu alright?" he asked, concerned.
She nodded, not really remembering her new lack of speech. Bolt sniffed her as she shakily stood up.
Once on her feet, the shaking subsided some. She looked around, taking things in through her new eyes. Everything, previously so full of vibrant colors, was now reduced to flat monotonous shades of gray.
A puddle nearby caught her interest. She took a few uncertain steps and gazed into it. Looking back at her was the face of a black and white-furred Border collie with green eyes, two notches in the left ear, and almost identical markings to her anterior form. Hopefully, Bolt would never notice. The collar, though, had been laying there beneath her, torn from her neck when she transformed. If he noticed the collar, and identified it, it was all over for her.
And he did. Once he got done looking her over, he looked around and his eyes alit on the broken collar. His expression changed and he strode to it, sniffing.
Mittens crouched there over the puddle, waiting anxiously.
With a horrible look on his face, he turned and rounded on her.
"Where'd that collar come from?" he demanded harshly.
She shrugged. It was all she could do.
"Where did tu get it?"
Another shrug.
Bolt pounced on her and pinned her down, making a huge splash in the puddle.
"WHERE DID tu GET IT!" he shouted.
She whined, terrified.
The whine seemed to affect Bolt. His shoulders slumped slightly, and he got off of her, allowing her to get up. She did, and shook the water vigorously from her fur.
"I'm sorry..." he said. "It's just that that collar smells just like a dear friend of mine. She ran out on me last night and I'm worried about her."
Mittens perked up her new somewhat floppy ears.
"I was an culo to her last night, and I wanted to apologize. I tracked her scent to right here, but I guess she tore it off and split."
She put a sympathetic look on her face.
"Anyway, I'm Bolt," dicho Bolt, reaching out a paw for a bump.
Mittens returned the bump and used her paw to scratch a fake name into the dirt between them. She scratched: Jodie.
"It's nice to meet you, Jodie," Bolt said, dipping his head.
She dipped her head in return, mind thinking fast. At some point, she'd have to tell him who she really was, but that could wait for a bit...
There's been a lot of shit going around this club for a while and It just has to stop! I mean c'mon guys, what the fuck? I know that all of tu are better than this. If someone pisses tu of tu dont go causing más drama...you fucking just IGNORE them! Let them piss tu off and eventually they will get tired. And for tu who are complaining about how fun it was when there was like 500 fans o whatever, let me ask tu this: WHAT IF THIS MOVIE NEVER FUCKING EXISTED!!?? Would tu be happy then? think about that.... What if there was no fanpop either? tu wouldn't have met your mates o your friends that tu have here now! Lets just all apologize and get on with the fun lovable lobos that we all know and love! Be grateful that tu have eachother!
Thankyou for reading....
Thankyou for reading....
There's been a lot of shit going around this club for a while and It just has to stop! I mean c'mon guys, what the fuck? I know that all of tu are better than this. If someone pisses tu of tu dont go causing más drama...you fucking just IGNORE them! Let them piss tu off and eventually they will get tired. And for tu who are complaining about how fun it was when there was like 500 fans o whatever, let me ask tu this: WHAT IF THIS MOVIE NEVER FUCKING EXISTED!!?? Would tu be happy then? think about that.... What if there was no fanpop either? tu wouldn't have met your mates o your friends that tu have here now! Lets just all apologize and get on with the fun lovable lobos that we all know and love! Be grateful that tu have eachother!
Thankyou for reading....
Thankyou for reading....
Name: Alexis
Age (Human): 21
Sex: Female
Mate: Chris (Xero_Pyramid)
Personality: Kind, always willing to help, charming, sexy
Likes: Seducing Chris and his girls, Gaming, TV, Sex.
Dislikes: Trolling, Annoying dipshits
Breed: White Wolf
Bio: Don't remember much where I came from. I was abandoned as a child and was forced to live on the streets. I ended up doing things I was not proud of for money until I met my best friend Ashley, I call her Ash though. She took me in and we became friends. Her parents paid my tuition to go to college and I got a degree in Biological sciences. We both met Chris one night as we both sat on the lake behind his house. Chris offered us to live with him. I dicho yes, but it also meant me and my friend had to part seperate ways. Hopefully we will find her though.
Age (Human): 21
Sex: Female
Mate: Chris (Xero_Pyramid)
Personality: Kind, always willing to help, charming, sexy
Likes: Seducing Chris and his girls, Gaming, TV, Sex.
Dislikes: Trolling, Annoying dipshits
Breed: White Wolf
Bio: Don't remember much where I came from. I was abandoned as a child and was forced to live on the streets. I ended up doing things I was not proud of for money until I met my best friend Ashley, I call her Ash though. She took me in and we became friends. Her parents paid my tuition to go to college and I got a degree in Biological sciences. We both met Chris one night as we both sat on the lake behind his house. Chris offered us to live with him. I dicho yes, but it also meant me and my friend had to part seperate ways. Hopefully we will find her though.
name:john
age:17
rank:alpha
sex:male
fir color:brown
eye color:blueish green
mate:the one true kate
likes:friends, kate, working out, training, sex, playing games, howling and hunting.
dislikes:the devil, who annoys him, break ups, poop on foot, haters of alpha and omega.
Friends: kate alpha wolf,hank666, the one true kate(mate), omega humphrey, garth 217, humphrey98, metallica 1147 and others that's on the lista of fans. here's the bio for tu kate if tu get this.and this is for you.enjoy!^.^lol
age:17
rank:alpha
sex:male
fir color:brown
eye color:blueish green
mate:the one true kate
likes:friends, kate, working out, training, sex, playing games, howling and hunting.
dislikes:the devil, who annoys him, break ups, poop on foot, haters of alpha and omega.
Friends: kate alpha wolf,hank666, the one true kate(mate), omega humphrey, garth 217, humphrey98, metallica 1147 and others that's on the lista of fans. here's the bio for tu kate if tu get this.and this is for you.enjoy!^.^lol
So yeah, I ran out of Ideas for the left for dead crossover. Instead, I am doing a dead rising crossover.
It was supposed to be a simple group project. Shoot a and make a movie, then mostrar it. Its was a simple documentary on urban environment. Well we decided to take it to Fortune City. The only problem is..... is swarming with zombies. Now trapped in the city, and with only 72 hours to escape. Humphrey, Lilly, Garth and I will have to do what it takes to
survive. And in this film, this aint no special effects
It was supposed to be a simple group project. Shoot a and make a movie, then mostrar it. Its was a simple documentary on urban environment. Well we decided to take it to Fortune City. The only problem is..... is swarming with zombies. Now trapped in the city, and with only 72 hours to escape. Humphrey, Lilly, Garth and I will have to do what it takes to
survive. And in this film, this aint no special effects