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I am not an animal abuser...

So around Christmas time my dad bought a puppy for my mom, but since she deemed herself "too busy" puppy duty has been passed on to me. The passed few months have been ok but lately with me trying to get ready to go back to school this dog has been extremely clingy and over protective. How do i fix it???

Charlotte decided not to argue and crawled onto his back burying her face in shoulder. She wrapped her legs around him so she wouldn't slip, she felt warmer aand the pain in her feet lessened. "tell me if you need me to get down" she said worried about him having to carry her. She felt more of a burden to him now. maybe she should have stayed at camp.

Charlotte held on tightly to his shirt, she kept walking hoping there was someone there that could help them. After what seemed to be forever of walking she looked around again, there was nothing to mark their progress the white covered everything. "Lars are you doing ok?" she asked shouting above the wind. She hoped they were almost there she didn't know how much more cold she could take. Charlotte long ago gave up fighting her now uncontrollable shivering she tried to keep wiggling her toes as they walked but the pins and needles in her feet made it painful.

Thanks (:

much appreciated^^

Charlotte nodded and stayed close behind Lars, there was a slight relief from the wind behind him. She held onto the back of his shirt as she looked around. After a minute of them waking she tugged on it, "hey look! over there!!" She pointed to a small light to the east of them. "You think someone could be out here?" she yelled over the wind.

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Joker rested her face in her hands, "damn it..." she tore her scarf from her head, "stupid thing". She looked at the dwarf, "im not asking you to do anything you dont want to, if your out just say so" she ran her fingers through her hair trying to loosen some of the tangles that formed from being stuffed in the scarf. "Actually, the vicount's right hand man has a daughter. She might be trouble for us since she is an older child, around thirteen i think? im not sure, but its obvious he cares for his daughter because... crap... because she is almost impossible to get to... she is guarded almost as well as the viscount himself..." She grumbled just now realizing this. "that would be a suicide mission.

Charlotte put the half frozen bread back into her pocket and watched Lars stand up, 'well he seems ok." she thought before following his instructions and hiding her hands in her pockets. She got up off of her knees and looked around, "where are we...?" She half yelled as the wind grew louder now whistling angrily in her ears swallowing any sound that wasn't yelled.

i used to roleplay on this site alot a while back and am just getting back into it, i would like to sign up for this but have a concern. With the nondescript plot im worried about what exactly this roleplay is about. So i understand the light against dark thing but in your character sheet you include an animal form, where does that come to play in the plot? remember im not trying to be mean at all id love to join just maybe talking to someoen else about your ideas could form a more well rounded plot line

"like i said Dral, unless you have a better idea" she looked at him, "anything...?" she hated herself for the idea, this rebellion was supposed to stop terror and corruption not contribute to it. But in her eyes, it appeared to be the only way considering the circumstances of their situation. Her mind wandered to the noble that happened to be the viscount's right hand man. She knew he had a daughter, she rubbed the back of her neck under her scarf feeling stressed.

She smiled, "are you sure you want to be sitting up...?" she asked putting a hand on his back to help steady him. "why did they dump you out here?" she asked, confused as to why the new government would want to kill one of their own. Charlotte pulled the jacket tighter around herself trying to control her own shivering. "oh are you hungry?" she pulled the piece of bread from her pocket. "here"

"stay down..." she said gently pushing him back down. "I figured were even now" she smiled a little still rubbing one of his arms to get it warm again. "are you ok?" she asked, her voice was barely audible above the wind. Charlotte tried to concentrate on what she was doing so she wouldn't feel the bitter cold attacking from every direction. "hey I guess im the first to have escaped" she said glad the sirens stopped. though she wondered why they gave up so fast, they probably expected her die out here. She hoped they were wrong.

Charlotte put his head in her lap rubbing his arms to help get the blood back into them, "oh... hes cuffed... hmmm..." She looked around her something to cut them with. She couldn't and took a pin from her hair trying to pic the lock. "come on..." she murmured to herself then smiled when she heard a click. "there... that should be better...". The wind stung her eyes and she could barely see, she could barely tell he was breathing. "lars..? lars wake up.." she said closer to his face so he would hear over the wind.

Charlotte must have walked for two miles before he saw a figure half buried in the snow, "mister?!" she called out running up to him. She fell to her knees in the snow brushing him off as quickly as he could. "jeez hes so cold..." once she got the powdery snow off of him she draped the blanket over him and looked around. "this blizzard is making it impossible to see...."

Joker was deep in thought staring at the wall, finally pulled out of her daze by Ander's questions. "yeah....your not gonna like it" she said quietly laying back onto the table sighing. "damn I wish I better idea..." she looked over at the bottles and tools. "if we really want to get their attention, to make them take us seriously to tell them we are not screwing around here we have to do something drastic" Joker sat up and looked at the two. " as much as I hate to say it, we need to have a living form of blackmail, a loved one, family preferably". She studied their faces waiting for a reaction of agreement or to be hit in the head with Dral's axe.

Soon the camp was enveloped in white and Charlotte had no where to go but forward, following the quickly disappearing tracks. "well I guess I escaped... I could just try to find the nearest town... I never thought about that.... where is this place?" she stopped walking and looked around. All around her was white and nothing other that that. She sighed and started walking, following her only clue of where to go.

Joker looked around then sat on the examination table, "eh... seen creepier, anyways the peace of mind idea sounded good, how could we go about taking that?" she swung her legs a little off of the edge of the seat. She looked down at them thinking, "hey idea.... " she said not really liking her own idea but figured it would be the most effective one. Joker looked back up at the two hoping they had another idea they could interrupt her with. "unless either of you have an idea....?" She asked hopefully.

Ok all these people have great advice not saying they don't but that just doesn't work for me. I have to get it out of my system or else I go crazy. I have to box or go on a run, scream, anything. I can't just let it out of paper and feel satisfied, based on your last statement it looks like you already spilled the beans so I guess the best you can do is hope your friend understand where you are coming from. Going to talk to them face to face is the best I don't care what people say about texting or whatever face to face is the only way to really confront your problem. If you said something in your message you regret or wish you would have worded differently apologize and explain calmly what has been bothering you, if you have a good friend they will understand.

While watching the window Charlotte watched a truck leave the camp, "that's odd...." she watched it until it was no longer visible in the white. After a few minutes of thinking of what it could be, she realized Lars has been missing. "....oh..." she looked are the building nervously buttoning up the jacket around her. "if there was any time to get rid of her debt to him it would be now. She stuffed the rest of her bread in her pocket and brought an extra blanket. Charlotte once again looked at the guarded gate. "hmm.... " She slipped out of the building and ran to the other side of the camp quickly climbing the fence. Sirens went off and guards started closing in on her location. "come on come on come on!" she tumbled over to the other side of the fence taking off in the direction tire tracks were headed. "im losing my mind..." she could here guards yelling behind her and hoped she could outrun them, they were heavier and would sink deeper into the snow it would be harder for them to run.

"That didnt help" Joker mummbled to herself watching Dral unlock the doors. "There is a difference between making all the options stink, and the option you want chosen most desirable out of the two" she said absent mindedly. "I was trying to think of something to use against the nobles, but I cant think of anything to take away that they cant just replace." She sighed in frustration. Looking behind herself making sure mo one was following them, now would not be the best time to get caught out.

Joker laughed and rolled her eyes, "sure sure". She followed Dral only half listening to him carrying on about dwarves even grumpier than he. "Yeah ok top secret stuff" She sighed, "its way too late in the day to be threatened by a dwarf" she thought to herself. As they walked she thought of possible method of incentive for the nobles. Taking their money would be pointless they could just steal more from the civilians, there is no way to take away their power, it would have to be something important, so important it couldn't be replaced. She mulled this over silently "hey Dral, if you could choose one thing that would be most important to you what would be?" she asked seemingly out of no where trying to get a grasp on what a noble would value above all else.

After hours of shivering, unconciousness finally claimed Charlotte pulling her into a fitful sleep. Upon morning she woke up groggy and cold, "its impossible to get warm in here..." she murmmered looking out the window. It snowed again last night, now it would be nearly impossible to get to the childrens building fast enough to avoid getting caught.