Je ne suis pas parfaite, et ni vous - open/Dangle

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/ezlt92.jpg] Post – Speech(b) – Thoughts(i) – Others{s} Her eyes narrowed in a way only the prim and properly raised might. Silken coat glimmered in the early light, as she stretched, tossing her long, well kept fur slightly as she shook herself off, and walked out of the tucked away house she’d been staying in. It was the closest thing she could find to feeling back at home, with Madame. Ze dumb mutts ‘ere don’t seem to know ze slightest zing about proper living. The French, aristocratic spaniel thought to herself, as she let the sun touch her copper and ivory form. Licking at the femme, bathing her in it’s holy light. Mais il n'est pas encore à la maison. N'est pas la maison, je sais, avec Madame. C'est juste que ... pas ... la maison. She thought to herself, as she began to walk along the street, her soft paws hitting the rough gravel, wishing she had a pair of booties with her. Anything to save her poor paws from this rough street. I don’t even know how ze common mutts can handle zis atrocity. Honestly. Have zey no care for zere own feet? Fae was a very unique female, having been accidentally left behind on a trip. Originally from France, Fae was the sort of dog that only had ever expected the best in life. The best food, the best treatment. It was all she knew. And suddenly, being dropped off here? The spoiled pet very much wanted to merely go home… If only, right? She shook her head, forcing herself to relax, as she gazed around the area, wondering what the day had in store for the Seura female now. Of course, the moment she said the word store, she saw the most amazing thing. It is ze mall! Ze mall! Ooohhh! And with that, the fae went rushing in, only to be stopped when the sliding glass doors wouldn’t open. She reached up, standing on her hind legs, flaring her tail out for balance, attempting to get the door open by pushing, only to realize she didn’t way enough. Fae slumped onto the ground, pouting slightly as she growled to herself. “Oh, parfait. Juste parfait. Quelle belle façon de gâcher ma journée ... Et tout ce que je voulais faire, c'était juste un peu de shopping. Est-ce si mal ...?” The fae sighed, staring at the glass doors, as if the power of her mind alone might open them, before she sighed, rolled her eyes, already formulating a new plan. A plan that was soon to be interrupted by the arrival of another. }}Tagged – Duke/Open }}Worded – 416 }}Mused – Decent }}Noted – I think I did rather well with coming up with this one. First post with this character. She’ll hopefully develop more, as I play her – of course. But, hope you like it Dangle <3 }}Playlist – -------- by --------