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 Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 8:11 pm
-Banner to come-
This is a journal following the growings, learnings, adventures, and otherwise of Iori. A beautiful crop tailed male pup.
Registered Name: Sepharia's Riot of the Blood
Call Name: Iori
Reg. #: MC13s
Gender: Male
Type: Cosplay Special
Notes: A shock of red hair and two black socks on his hind paws makes ths young one have a unique look to him. In time we will see how he grows.
Information: He is Modled after, Iori Yagami of the King of Fighters games, right down to the belt tied around his legs. I created him due to my new found obsession for the games for some stupid reason... I blame Star... xDDDD Please, do not post in my journal unless you are a Staff Member or otherwise given permission by myself. Thankyou ^^
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 8:20 pm
You are standing in the doorway of a warm living room. To the right of you is a small chest, covered in pictures of animals and people. Some of the pictures are very aged with a light coating of dust, while others seem brand new. Upon the wall are pictures of the same sort, families of animals, of humans, and of both together within one frame. The room is warm and inviting, even though the walls are painted dark red. The only light source of the room is a burning fire.
On the floor is a ovarian rug, laid out in front of the fire place. It's made of a soft material. Sitting next to the hearth of the place is a large basket filled with softly coulored blankets; blues and yellows prodominatly, though there are a few other pastels mixed in. Amongst them is a small pup, mostly white with a tuft of red hair that covers his eyes and black stockings on his back paws. The pup seems to be sleeping soundly.
Just beyond the rug and opposite of the fireplace is a large wingback chair. Colored a dark green and coupled with a oak sidetable. As you approach the table you see a small stack of novels. Most of them have no title on the binding, and those that do are written in some other language. The table also contains a coffee cup- left empty, a pen, and a journal. This written clearly. "Iori, a Journal of Puply Activities". You take a seat and open to the first page...
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 8:49 pm
 Inside the cover is a small message.
This journal is free for all to read, though it is asked that no alien writing is laid upon the pages. Feel free to read on...
Iori
-Personal Information to be recorded on a later date-
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 8:09 am
Along the top edge of the page are some more odd letters, again some unknown language. In the top right corner was the date. Two lines had been skipped and then the text began...
Yesturday I recieved this beautiful pup. The first time I picked him up he had looked at me and I pushed the hair from his eyes. He made a scruffy noise then shook his head to return the hair to where it was. A touchy boy! Don't mess with the hair~ Alright-
I payed the nice lady and brought him back here. Such a long walk, I swear I'm getting a new place sometime! Closer to the city I hope... But, I wouldn't want to take away this poor boys chance to roam and run. He's gunna be a big thing when he grows up, his paws already seem very large. And everyone knows you judge a puppies growth by their paws! Heh, maybe it isn't so true.
As it is, he is still only a puppy. Someday though, he may be the one telling me what to write here. I do like him very much...
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 7:27 am
Under the last entry were two more lines skipped. Another date followed by text once more...
Oh my! He's been quite rambunctious lately. Chewing up everything~ Only one of my cute penguin slippers survives. His basket is quite the wreck. Well, I'm working on training him at least.
He does love to snuggle though. Everynight before me and the hunny go to bed Iori is right in the middle of us. Smiling that cute puppy smile as he rolls onto his back and waits to recieve a tummy rub. One tummy rub he always recieves (He is that spoil'd after all).
We do love him very much...
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