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Post by aylaa on Jul 21, 2010 2:16:28 GMT -5
O L I V E R !
this is what the edge of your seat is made for.
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Ahh, shit! A snarl escaped the dog's throat as he ignored the bubbling anger and trotted away. White paw carried the pure white dog forward with such stride you would think he believed he owned the world. With his tail held high and his ears cocked so they would be on top of his pure white head, maybe he did. His smooth stride slowed down as he let out his pink tongue and then sat down under the shade of a near by tree. The trees were tiny, and with the heat it was unbelievable that a dog such as himself survived during the Summer. It was crazy that he managed to stay pure and white while he lived in a city as dirty as Los Angeles.
The city life was something different, thought. Or at least for the white male. It wasn't nearly as hard as she skinny strays said it was, in fact, a dog like Oliver loved this life that he was currently living. It was so exciting, and fun. Everyday was something new. And he liked those kind of surprises. Quickly, he realized that the tree had no shade what so ever, he decided to move on to the fact that it would be easier to get shade from a building. Before he could get hot once again in his thick coat, he trotted on and then sat next a small building which provided more shade then the tree before. He dragged his large body to the back of the area which held dumpsters and then widened his eyes.
It was like heaven, and it seemed like they didn't notice. God damn it, it smelt so good. He licked his pink tongue over his chops and slunk along the side of the alley while his eyes never left the disgusting looking rats in the alley. It wasn't as much as he had expected, but it was food. Oliver proceeded to catch a small, young looking rat and then trotted to the end of the alley where he laid down and proceeded to set his snack down.
His mouth watered as his body shook from anticipation, snarling in fake anger as he shook his head with the meal in his mouth, causing fur to fly everywhere as well as the sauce. His teeth then quickly sunk into the tiny body of the animal and then he let out yet another snarl. "Mutha fucka!" Was all he could yell as the red liquid flew about the area and onto his white coat. But, before he could clean the blood up, he decided to finish off the rest of his food so no one would stumble upon the alley and decided to eat it for themselves. Oliver wasn't in the mood for a fight, nor was he going to kill someone over a meal that was right in front of them. There was lots of other food in the dumpsters.
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wake up! wake up! you're going to die, Oliver!
i've been thinking about open and me, babe.
i am the cause to all your o.491 problems,
i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget.
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