You Make My Heart Beat
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Thread Topic: You Make My Heart Beat
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Uh-oh, accidentally posted this
1x1 romance, based off A Dog's Purpose
When a dog dies, if their purpose isn't fulfilled, they're reborn as a new dog, starting their life all over again. -
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WOT IS THIS 👁👁
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Stuff
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GIB
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NU, IS MINE
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Name: Iris
Age: 2 years
Gender: Female
Breed: Husky
Life (First, second, third, fourth, etc) Third
Stray/Domestic: Domestic
House (If domestic): Uhm...cozy? XD
Appearance: White chest and belly with white striped markings on her face, otherwise gray. Piercing blue eyes and a scar on her left leg
Voice tone: Light and velvety, medium
Bio/Backstory: First life, drowned underwater whilst trapped under ice. Second life, mauled by other dogs.
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Name: Bruce
Age: 4 years
Gender: Male
Breed: German Shepherd
Life (First, second, third, fourth, etc): Second
Stray/Domestic: Domestic
House (If domestic): Police station
Appearance: Like any german shepherd, but a little bigger and with silver eyes
Voice tone: Rough, deep, but heroic
Bio/Backstory: First life, his owner died. He was put in a shelter, and he died of loneliness and grief
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Do you want dogs only to communicate through body language, or use their actual voice?
First person or Third person? -
Any way is fine with me!
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I'm indecisive, choose or perish
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Oh
How about speaking and third person? -
Ooh, oki!
I'll start us off! ^w^))
Bruce stood with his body in a stiff position, growling as he listened to the loud bang of the bullets from the gun. It stung his nose when he smelt the smoke, causing him to go a little dizzy. "Gun," Landon, his owner spoke, allowing Bruce to sniff the stinging object. He shook his head, growling a little more. "Easy, boy," Landon babbled out the words. Bruce noticed he had been saying this phrase a lot, lately; he began wagging his tail, expecting a treat, before his owner turned to face the sky and shot another bullet. Bruce stood firm this time, tensing his muscles with a mixture of emotions. -
Iris wagged her tail and nudged her owner's arm playfully, begging for treats. She was a tough sled dog and her past two lives revolved around that. Her purpose was right here. It was among the scratch of ice and spray of snow where she truly felt alive. But around her owner, she melted like an ice cube on a summer day.
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