Dear Time Traveler,

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[atrb=background,http://i486.photobucket.com/albums/rr229/s-doggy13/romanromanrom-1.png] "Thats right Emmy, take it!" the male snarled viciously at the helpless animal that was screaming under his large paws. Trying to wiggle free, the animal gave up to the much larger beast and fell limp. The canine snarled as he took the creature by it's next and examined it - being careful to find the perfect place to kill it, placing his paw on its neck and snapping it... Roman never was good with his food. First of all, it always had to have a name, he always said it felt more respectful instead of dying as 'poor helpless mouse'. Secondly, he felt so bad killing it - although he knew it was life, he still felt bad. What if it had a family? Never mind that, he was too hungry to let this tiny meal go to waste. It wasn't every day that you could find a mouse as plump as that running around the streets, and not to mention it was so easy to catch. Roman was actually proud of himself, no longer did the guilt of killing the thing eat him away. He was fine with it. The warm Summer breeze gently ran it's hands through his golden colored coat as he closed his eyes to breathe in the scents around him. Now that he thought of it - it was probably best that his mother had forced him to leave. If she hadn't Roman would have probably never left, he actually really liked his life back there. But - that didn't matter anymore, he had practically moved on, his mother almost never crossed his mind and when she did he wasn't angry that she didn't want to see him anymore. He was actually happy he got to spend so much time with her. The male licked his chops and then cleaned up his mess, moving the pieces that he thought were rather disgusting, or spit out, to the side of the alley. Then he moved on. His stomach gave him comfort, mostly because it was no longer growling like how it usually did around this time. Of course, who wasn't hungry in the middle of the night? Roman exited the alley, making sure no one was around and then turning into the next building that was in sight, rather tired of walking around all day. Along the way, one of Emmy's 'friends' had decided to run along, causing the male to go after it in a mad dash for a bulging stomach. Finally catching the mouse, he placed it on the ground and decided to name it. "I'm gunna call you... hmm.. oh who cares." He dropped all train of though when he scented some other dog approaching. His ears shot up and he slowly bent down to pick the mouse up by the tip of it's tail. Concision hit him. What was he to do? Just chill there like he hadn't stepped onto someone's property? What if someone lived here? He shrugged all of his thoughts away and waited for the other canine to enter. Whoever it was. NAME; Roman TAG; Stellar COUNT; 518 OTHER; made by the amazing Recon. i love you.