(I tried this story out in the main RP forums, but it's being ignored. Possibly because my language. So, maybe people here will enjoy this story.)
In this RP story, Marvel, Disney, Star Wars, and BLEACH are all true.
All ages are welcome, so be respectful to other ages.
Make sure your posts are Document Post Style, or we will ignore your post.
Other genres are welcome, such as action, and romantic-comedy, so have fun within our universe.
Location: Pawme Park in Puncity, Arizona.
Date: March 21st, 2023.
Time: 7:30 AM
Shybell is a twenty-something man with Djinni Dreams of Books long hair, Studious Ringmaster's Show eyes, Elven Ears, and an Astra: Waving Blood Red Cat Tail. His skin is in the human D range, and the top his hair is in a long dragon's braid over the rest of his hair being left loose. But, it's tamed by the dragon.
He's wearing: Wise Divine Retribution pants with a Solemn Requiem cape, Djinni Dreams Of Books arm jewelry, and a Catharsis Dancer's Headdress.
He's belly dancing on a pavilion overlooking a very large koi pond. And, the area is tall-fenced. The fence wood.
A large St. Bernard is playing in the area. Her collar is red.
Shybell is trying to learn one of Kira Lebedeva's dance routines from repeatedly watching it on his laptop, then doing it as best he can: .
He's still quite new to belly dance, so he struggles to do the moves very well, though it looks okay. I mean, he's doing better than people who can't dance.
His seeing eye dog, yes, she is, for he lost an eye and was severely blinded in the remaining in the war. What was I saying? I check. Right. His seeing-eye dog, Cocoa Ruby, unexpectedly trots up to him from his right side, and as he turns to her, she gets up on her hind legs, and puts her paws on his shoulders, pushing him back. Being in surprise, he falls onto his butt, landing leaning back on his arms, hands pressed onto the wooden planks below, his knees bent, with enough space inbetween to see his face. His left eye is initially shut in pain of the fall, the right winced. Then, he rubs her behind her left ear, with his right hand, reopening his eyes, "Cocoa, lady, you shouldn't ask for a hug unexpectedly from out of sight. You need your seeing-eye training very badly," his voice is tenor. A feline standard even of grown toms.
He chuckles.
Cocoa gets herself a hug from her Dad, reaching her face toward him, getting met halfway with his shoulder, upper chest, and loving arms.
Cocoa shuts her eyes, and nuzzles him by his ear, happy for the affection.
He rubs from start of her forehead to the bottom of back of her neck.
She barks at a bird.
Then, Shybell is knocked backward again, as she jogs away to chase a bird.
She happily watches the bird fly away, panting.
Shybell takes a cigar from his backpack for university he brought out, and cuts it's end off, placing it in a trash pocket in his backpack, inside a ziplock bag he seals to keep it from spilling out. He grabs a sports drink bottle from the other drink pocket, and leans his head and shoulders back, arching his mid-back, taking a drink.
Except, then, he holds the bottle upside down over the deck, revealing it's empty.
He puts the cigar in his mouth, not lit, as he stands up into putting on his backpack.
Shybell picks up his laptop, shutting it down, then folding it shut.
He whistles to Cocoa, bringing her jogging, then trotting over. Her slowing gradually comes to a stop by him. He leashes her, and walks with her toward the gate.
But, unexpectedly, the one Cocoa barked at calls over to him, "There's a drinking fountain right here!"
So, Shybell looks over at the man, and the drinking fountain. Then, goes to it, and fills his bottle.
He drinks directly from the spout, too, not waiting for the bottle to fill.
He pours water out to his dog, and she drinks from the falling stream.
Shybell refills his bottle while Cocoa looks happily refreshed, and kind of dog-sighs silently that she was given a refreshing, good-tasting drink when she needed.
He takes her back off her leash. And, returns to the pavillion, setting down his backpack, and laptop while sitting half-lotus on the deck.
While he's watching the dance again for recreation, Cocoa rests her jaw on his left shoulder, looking at the screen from behind him.
He strokes the top of her head, causing her to nuzzle him again before they both go back to focusing on the video.
When he stands up to dance again, she barks, then body languages at him to follow her, before hopping back, and barking twice more.
Shybell: "I was told by your teacher not to chase you, because it can encourage you to run away."
Cocoa whimpers at him questioningly.
He says a quick, and stern, "No!" Like a snap of the fingers, it's so shortly said. But, it was not quick after the whimper, I simply mean he spoke quickly during the command.
Cocoa sits down in obedience, and over-well-behaves.
Shybell speaks with it gaining extension as he comes to finish of the command, "At ease."
Cocoa tilts her head back, opening her mouth in a smile, then play-stomps away goofily, going back to playing while he watches her.
Shybell returns to learning the dance.
In this RP story, Marvel, Disney, Star Wars, and BLEACH are all true.
All ages are welcome, so be respectful to other ages.
Make sure your posts are Document Post Style, or we will ignore your post.
Other genres are welcome, such as action, and romantic-comedy, so have fun within our universe.
Location: Pawme Park in Puncity, Arizona.
Date: March 21st, 2023.
Time: 7:30 AM
Shybell is a twenty-something man with Djinni Dreams of Books long hair, Studious Ringmaster's Show eyes, Elven Ears, and an Astra: Waving Blood Red Cat Tail. His skin is in the human D range, and the top his hair is in a long dragon's braid over the rest of his hair being left loose. But, it's tamed by the dragon.
He's wearing: Wise Divine Retribution pants with a Solemn Requiem cape, Djinni Dreams Of Books arm jewelry, and a Catharsis Dancer's Headdress.
He's belly dancing on a pavilion overlooking a very large koi pond. And, the area is tall-fenced. The fence wood.
A large St. Bernard is playing in the area. Her collar is red.
Shybell is trying to learn one of Kira Lebedeva's dance routines from repeatedly watching it on his laptop, then doing it as best he can: .
He's still quite new to belly dance, so he struggles to do the moves very well, though it looks okay. I mean, he's doing better than people who can't dance.
His seeing eye dog, yes, she is, for he lost an eye and was severely blinded in the remaining in the war. What was I saying? I check. Right. His seeing-eye dog, Cocoa Ruby, unexpectedly trots up to him from his right side, and as he turns to her, she gets up on her hind legs, and puts her paws on his shoulders, pushing him back. Being in surprise, he falls onto his butt, landing leaning back on his arms, hands pressed onto the wooden planks below, his knees bent, with enough space inbetween to see his face. His left eye is initially shut in pain of the fall, the right winced. Then, he rubs her behind her left ear, with his right hand, reopening his eyes, "Cocoa, lady, you shouldn't ask for a hug unexpectedly from out of sight. You need your seeing-eye training very badly," his voice is tenor. A feline standard even of grown toms.
He chuckles.
Cocoa gets herself a hug from her Dad, reaching her face toward him, getting met halfway with his shoulder, upper chest, and loving arms.
Cocoa shuts her eyes, and nuzzles him by his ear, happy for the affection.
He rubs from start of her forehead to the bottom of back of her neck.
She barks at a bird.
Then, Shybell is knocked backward again, as she jogs away to chase a bird.
She happily watches the bird fly away, panting.
Shybell takes a cigar from his backpack for university he brought out, and cuts it's end off, placing it in a trash pocket in his backpack, inside a ziplock bag he seals to keep it from spilling out. He grabs a sports drink bottle from the other drink pocket, and leans his head and shoulders back, arching his mid-back, taking a drink.
Except, then, he holds the bottle upside down over the deck, revealing it's empty.
He puts the cigar in his mouth, not lit, as he stands up into putting on his backpack.
Shybell picks up his laptop, shutting it down, then folding it shut.
He whistles to Cocoa, bringing her jogging, then trotting over. Her slowing gradually comes to a stop by him. He leashes her, and walks with her toward the gate.
But, unexpectedly, the one Cocoa barked at calls over to him, "There's a drinking fountain right here!"
So, Shybell looks over at the man, and the drinking fountain. Then, goes to it, and fills his bottle.
He drinks directly from the spout, too, not waiting for the bottle to fill.
He pours water out to his dog, and she drinks from the falling stream.
Shybell refills his bottle while Cocoa looks happily refreshed, and kind of dog-sighs silently that she was given a refreshing, good-tasting drink when she needed.
He takes her back off her leash. And, returns to the pavillion, setting down his backpack, and laptop while sitting half-lotus on the deck.
While he's watching the dance again for recreation, Cocoa rests her jaw on his left shoulder, looking at the screen from behind him.
He strokes the top of her head, causing her to nuzzle him again before they both go back to focusing on the video.
When he stands up to dance again, she barks, then body languages at him to follow her, before hopping back, and barking twice more.
Shybell: "I was told by your teacher not to chase you, because it can encourage you to run away."
Cocoa whimpers at him questioningly.
He says a quick, and stern, "No!" Like a snap of the fingers, it's so shortly said. But, it was not quick after the whimper, I simply mean he spoke quickly during the command.
Cocoa sits down in obedience, and over-well-behaves.
Shybell speaks with it gaining extension as he comes to finish of the command, "At ease."
Cocoa tilts her head back, opening her mouth in a smile, then play-stomps away goofily, going back to playing while he watches her.
Shybell returns to learning the dance.
