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Date Posted: 04/19/10 8:08:49pm
In reply to:
Lessa
's message, "::All that Glitters Is not Gold::" on 04/10/10 1:08:23pm
James lay in the gravel for a moment after the women had started towards the door, watching them as he waited. He stood, stretched himself and followed them, slipping through the door just as it closed. He settled at the doorway to the office, curling to lay his muzzle over his feet and his tail. He planned on simply waiting the women out, maybe milking a ride back to the ranch from Lessa.. But as he was begining to doze off a strange scent drifted to his nose, bringing him suddenly to his feet.
He sniffed the air, lowered his head and let out a low growl just as a large black shepherd stepped into view. For a long moment the two canines stood off, staring at one another. Finally the shepherd sneezed and trotted up to James, bumping his muzzle into the Akita's shoulder. He turned dark eyes to the other occupants of the room with a wag of his long tail. He sat down and scratched at his neck and he seemed to shimmer, going out of focus for a few second. And in its place stood Jason Kole.
He was dressed in a white dress shirt, the cuffs unbuttoned, under a black waistcoat. Dark blue jeans hugged his thighs, cuffed at the toe of his black boots. The black tie around his neck was casually loose. He gave Angelina a crooked smirk before turning his silver gaze turned to the Akita beside him. "Bit jumpy there James?" He chuckled as the Akita grumbled up at him "Oh don't worry, i doubt she'll figure it out so easily... Unless you want her to"
Turning his attention back the the humans, he leaned a hip on the edge of Angelina's desk. "Good evening ladies... Sorry I'v been gone so long, things ran longer than I planned"
Shepherd
i move on like a sinners prayer
i let 'em go like a levee breaks
walk away as if i don't care
learn to shoulder my mistakes
getting reckless when there's no need
break my heart but it won't bleed
i'm better as a memory than as your man
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