Who Needs A Bath? {| sydrome, others welcome|}

[Mewlie]

Lots of dogs have issues with excitement and happiness. Well, to a dog that is learning, Iuno would be the perfect example. As she was currently covered head-to-tail in yummy swamp muck, the Doberman had her tongue lolling out and was squishing around in some smelly unknown substance. It was heavenly.

Though not prone to being dirty, something that smelled absolutely terrible was the perfect wash for Iuno. Shaking herself fiercely, the Doberman trotted away from the swamp area and into what seemed to be a human's paradise. As far as her not-so-keen eyes could see, it was lush landscape that just begged to be run on. Without another thought, Iuno coiled the springs in her legs and launched forward.

Running was absolutely exquisite to this dog. As she zoomed across the green, she smelled some fresh meat that had just been cooked. Polish sausage if her nose was right. Pulling herself to a stop, Iuno looked right and left, before spotting the human pack that had settled onto the grass with their weird bucket-thing. And out of that bucket-thing came the most glorious wraps of Polish sausage.

Salivating almost instantly, Iuno licked her chops and wagged her tail, plopping herself onto the ground with a thunk and inching her way through the lawn toward the sausage. Laughter and squeals reverberated into Iuno's skull and she winced. Humans never did appreciate the masterpiece that was a smelly dog. Thus came the next brilliant idea.

Snickering lightly to herself for her deviousness, Iuno readied her sights on the family's picnic, and rushed forward, barking. Screams and shouts were drowned out as Iuno lunged forward over the laid-out blanket and snapped at what she thought was the sausage. Holding her prize tightly in her jaws, the Doberman shot a few yards off, looked back, and wagged her tail happily at the distraught humans. Then the big male start to run at her with what looked like a spatula.

Tearing around and sprinting off into the thick brush of the tree line, Iuno hid beneath a thick patch of foliage and waited, forgetting that her prize was still clamped tightly in her jaws. After a minute or two of the human blundering in the bush, a lighter, more female voice called.

"Oh for heaven's sake Jonathan. The poor thing was probably starving. Let him have the sandwich and come back!" As the human worked his way back out of the trees with a huff, Iuno smiled in her triumph and slowly slithered her body back out of the brush. Sitting herself just out of sight from the humans, Iuno opened her mouth to let her prize out. The funny thing was, however, her jaws didn't open.

Curious, Iuno pawed at her mouth, whining. After a few attempts and struggles, the main bit of her prize fell out onto the ground. It was then that the Doberman's taste buds finally kicked in. It tasted like a peanut. This couldn't be her wonderful Polish sausage! Frustrated, Iuno smacked her jaws open and closed. It seemed to be a nut paste, and it was not coming out.

Frustrated and confused, Iuno finally conceded to the whims of the nut paste and tottered out of the trees, working her jaws and mouth in a most unusual way. This must be the two-leg's revenge, she thought to herself bleakly.

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Heheh, my first post. Not exactly my best work of course, but I didn't think it was too bad. I had no idea what I was doing until I was halfway through. Not including the OoC, the exact word amount is 570.

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The

[/b] dark vigilante watched with dark humor as the doberman female stalked her quarry which was some sausage that was sitting in a bucket of some kind on some picnickers blanket. A amused smile crossed his snout as he studied her, finding it thrilling that this one would score one against the pitiful humanoids. He was impressed for she showed some talent and skill as she slowly stalked closer and waited till the last moment to race forward and plucked her meal off the blanket, like a trained retriever plucked a gun shot dazed duck off the surface of the water before it had a chance to escape. His brows furrowed slightly though as the female seemed to stall for a moment and show a bit of panic and he was a little put off until he realized what had happened when he noticed the sausage was still on the blanket but, a certain kind of sandwich was missing from the pile of others. His eyes light up as the knowledge hit him and he couldn't help but, chuckle lightly as the female became distressed by her confusion.

Causally, he moved from the brush and ambled right by the humans, the man that had chased her with a spatula went still as stone and stood there with his mouth agape. His family looked on as the beast merely passed by like they were nothing, glancing at them with an intent stare, warning them that this was no dog to be messing with. The man mumbled something about where the city had gone too, shaking his head and his family began to quickly pack up their picnic. Syndrome didn't mind as he would like for them all to go away to some place and never return. He simply flicked an ear their way and flagged his tail, leaving them to their packing a she moved toward the female in distress. He tilted his head to the side as he approached her, watching as she slowly worked her jaws about trying to get the peanut butter out of her mouth.

"Whatever you do don't run. Just stay put and listen to me and I will help you make that sticky crap go away."[/i] He paused for a second, looking directly into her eyes, knowing she couldn't speak well with that crap caked into her mouth so he studied her for whatever bodily gesture she would give to him, telling him that she understood his directions. Understand?[/b][/i] He stilled, shifting his weight so he was more relaxed and so the female would not think he was just giving her grief. Normally, Syndrome might have played with her in his usually clever and somehow charming way but, he knew what it was like to deal with the annoyances of peanut butter, honey, gum, and all those other sticky concoctions humans made.





OOC stuff;
muse; good
words; enough
comments; figured I'd reply with Syndrome. He needed some action. ^^;; [/color][/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

[Mewlie]

Working steadily on the abomination that was the nut paste, Iuno never realized what had appeared before her. At the voice she startled, unintentionally backing up and lifting her hackles instinctually. Taking a moment to realize what was in front of her, and what was going on, Iuno relaxed.

The mutt before her was young, but didn't seem to be ignorant. Iuno chuckled silently. Perhaps he can help me with this filthy paste, she mused, and then smiled as he declared he would help her. Nodding, the Doberman cocked her head to the side, lowering her haunches to the ground in a form of relaxation. It was not submissive, but not challenging either. This dog never really had a loyalty, but preferred to "go with the flow" as the humans put it.

Though her jaws were sore, and her throat feeling stuck, Iuno whined, scratching at her muzzle with a paw.

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Glad you could join me. (:
I've always liked Syndrome's character, so it shall be fun to roleplay with him. Sorry this post was not as long as it should be. My internet crashed three times, so I lost all that I had written. I ended up just summarizing.

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[/b] Fildrin King saw the slight flinch of the female and her hackles raise in response to his proximity to her and realized that he had probably descended upon her a little too quickly. Being as devilish as he was, he only smiled wider, taking into effect that the female was already stressed due to her battle with the peanut butter. His head tilted further to the side, his eyes landing on her mouth as she tried to rid the stuff from her mouth. He was just about to make another comment but, she relaxed her jaws and then looked him in the eye, giving him a nod, telling him she understood. He grinned, pleased that the female was not a fool and chose to run away or ignore him instead of listening to one who was knowledgeable in these things. She would never make it on the streets if she didn't trust her instincts and though Syndrome was not exactly your pansy Divertido nor your blood thirsty Sha'Moore, she had learned to listen to her gut in trusting him.

"Smart gal." He gave her a quick nod and shifted his weight again, starting to turn toward the expanse of land that rolled out for yards where some picnickers were still enjoying their lunches. His eyes were still locked on her own and he wouldn't take them off of her until he instructed her on the next set of directions. "What we need to do is find some milk." He then turned the other direction, facing the picnickers and began to search each blanket, that was closest to them, for the white drink the humans took from cows. "One of these humans must have some and once I spot it, I want you to follow me. One of us, will need to distract the humans while I grab the carton and then we both make a run for it." He swiveled his dome, glancing at her to make sure she was listening and understood the plan.

"Since, your mouth is stuck together with the peanut butter, I will rush in and grab the container of milk. You, must distract them in any way you can think of, long enough so I can run in, grab it and get away. Once, I start running with the milk, you take off as fast as you can and meet me in the bushes. Be careful not to get caught. If you get into any trouble, you will not be able to bark and call to me." With a nod, he turned back toward the many blankets dotted with those filthy humans and searched for the white container that would save the femme from her misery. Soon enough, he spotted the container being removed from a cooler by a human. No doubt somewhere there was a small tot nearby crying for its liquid lunch of whole milk. This could be their distraction--the femme could head for the tot and distract the mother by making her rush over to protect her babe from whatever threat she put on. In those seconds, Syndrome would bolt forward and grab the milk and head for the bushes, where the femme would hopefully, soon follow. "Alright, here's the plan in detail: you rush in and distract the mother by pretending to be a threat to the tot. In those seconds, I will rush in and grab the milk and make for the shrubbery. You, dart off the second you see me get the milk and follow suit. Are you ready?" He watched for her gesture, he would only go forth with the plan unless she understood.






O.O.C stuff;
muse; plenty
words; plenty
comments; >.>; -pokes you- always liked his character? are you a loverlie from SA? :D? Who is you? [/color][/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]