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 Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 6:33 pm
(( Wasn't shure which form, so I used my (short) standard. xD Feel free to change it and I'll follow suite. 8D; ))
Mia grinned. "Indeed I did, alot. I've been living off the bag for a while. It's like biting into a pool. So many chemicals." She shuddered, tail wraping around her leg. "So, Dominikov, what brings you around to these parts?" She asked, sitting down with a small yawn.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:42 pm
Inspecting the claws of one paw Dominikov breathed in deeply, "No real reason actually. I'm more or less a drifter. Going here to there looking for a job to take. Once the bounty is collected I move to the next place."
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 10:33 pm
Mia gave a small grin. "A drifter, you say." She muttered, closing her eyes for a second. "Must be nice, to have your own freedom." She half sighed, the idea of traveling was a romantic image in her head, one she vistited frequently. She dragged her claw across the ground, she watched it, mind wandering until she blinked back to reality. "Oh! Sorry, dazed off for a bit. Did you happen to say anything?"
(( Little known fact: I use romantic is attractive or appealing. xD Makes it sound fanceh. ))
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 10:56 am
Giving a soft chuckle, "Heh, No. I didn't." Sighing deeply he looked up towards the dark night sky and stared at the blinking stars, "Drifting has its perks. But you never truly have a home. Or a place to belong and got back to. After a job is done it's often I find myself not welcomed in the same town twice."
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 3:16 pm
Mia nodded lightly, she could only guess at his job. She gave a small smile. "Occupational hazards, we all have them." She said, keeping her gaze on the ground below. "Belonging is over-rated." She looked up, glancing as the stars above. "It's when you trust your heart to someone, or someplace, that your most likely to get hurt. But then again, I'm biased on that." She muttered, her eyes snapped to the side, a stray firefly catching her attention.
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