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Species: African Wild Dog
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OOC name: Blackbird
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Jan 4 2018, 09:55 PM
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</img><div class="dighead"> Could've Met a Better Way </div> <div class="bonesub"> Ahban * A. Wild Dog * Singer</div><div style="width: 250px; padding: 10px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: #efefef; text-align: justify; line-height: 110%; font-size: 10px;">

Ahban was exhausted.
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She'd pulled a very long shift today, from the moment the Club had opened until well after midnight. Her voice was sore from singing so long, and her legs were weak from dancing. She knew she likely looked a right mess in her thigh-length red dress; at least, she felt like one.
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It was dark out, probably half past three, or maybe even four. She didn't know, she'd left her phone and watch at home today by accident.
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As she walked down the street, her ears twitched, and the hair on the back of her neck rose. She could feel someone looking at her and, taking a moment, she looked over her shoulder. There was a figure behind her, but she couldn't make them out in the shadows. She could tell they were large, though.
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And then suddenly, the animal moved. They lurched forward, bounding forwards on all fours. The Wild Dog yelped, and turned to run, but only made it a few paces before being pounced on. The other mammal, some kind of canid, was all she could tell, had landed heavily on her back, and its teeth were set deep into her nape. She yelped and cried out, but wasn't strong enough to prevent from being dragged into the nearby alleyway.
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</img><div class="dighead"> BAD TIMING </div> <div class="bonesub"> Ahban * A. Wild Dog * Singer</div><div style="width: 250px; padding: 10px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: #efefef; text-align: justify; line-height: 110%; font-size: 10px;">

She felt twitchy.
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The African Painted Dog put off the feeling as nerves; while she didn't panic before getting on stage anymore, she still felt incredibly nervous. The feeling went away while she was on stage, too distracte by her singing to feel fear. But before that, she always felt nervous, and it would likely be a while before she could say otherwise.
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But still, there was an uncomfortable feeling low in her stomach, and a prickle on the back of her neck. Perhaps she was coming down with something? She was starting to feel rather warm; maybe she should take off tomorrow?
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The bitch pulled uncomfortably at the base of her dress, feeling exposed. Her friends had forced her into a dress she wasn't exactly comfortable with; it was a deep, sultry, red, and barely reached past her hips. While it wouldn't bare her, she would have to be careful to make sure that no one would get a thrill.
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Thankfully, she had a short shift tonight; she was only scheduled to play a single song, as the cat who would have sung it had had to leave suddenly, having taken ill. The cat had managed to perform all of her songs, except for this one, which was at the end of the block and had other performers before it. Ahban had been at home reading when she'd gotten the phone call, and had accepted the extra shift.
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The little wild dog hurried into the night-club, ears twitching at the familiar sounds. The last performer was just leaving the stage, and she jogged to the stairs. She clambered up the stairs, introducing herself before waiting for her music to start.
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As the beginning chords to "I wanna make love to you" began to play, she allowed her thoughts to drift. She knew the song by heart, and didn't worry about messing up the words. What was wrong with her? She felt so damn hot, hotter than she normally felt under the stage-lights.
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Jan 3 2018, 10:55 PM
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</img><div class="dighead"> The New Girl at the Red Dragon </div> <div class="bonesub"> Ahban * A. Wild Dog * Singer</div><div style="width: 250px; padding: 10px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: #efefef; text-align: justify; line-height: 110%; font-size: 10px;">

This... was a horrible idea.
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She couldn't believe she'd done it. It had been a dare, and she hadn't actually fuckin' expected to get the job. The dare had been to apply at the Red Dragon; her friends had thought it would be hilarious to make their shy, awkward, quiet friend apply at the 'bar' (read: fetish club). But none of them had expected her to get the job. She was supposed to be a singer; and she didn't even know if she could sing! She'd never sung before, what if she flopped!
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She'd been man-handled into going, her friends convincing her by saying she couldn't possibly stand-up the mammals who had oh-so-kindly hired her. Her friend Mia, a Gazelle, had brought over a red dress for her to wear. It had been a struggle, as she'd desperately not wanted to wear it, but had finally acquesced.
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The Painted Dog had to admit, it was a rather nice dress. The sleeves went just passed her shoulders, and the neckline dipped down so that one could see the white patch on her chest, without being skeezy or showing too much fur. It was shin length, reaching half-way passed her knees. It flowed nicely as she walked, and the Wild Dog found herself smiling.
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Her smile fell as she approached the door of the Red Dragon, remembering what would happen once she was inside. Her. Up on stage. Singing. In front of mammals. Alone. Shit.
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Taking a deep breath, the bitch walked inside, looking for the person who had hired her.

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Jan 3 2018, 10:23 PM
Name: Ahban Savarrah
Gender: Female
Age equivalent: 21
Species: African Wild Dog
Height: 5'0
Weight: 90 lbs
Residence Biome: Savannah
Residence: Apartment
Profession: Singer at Red Dragon

Family:

- Mom : Ayleen
- Father : Donny

General appearance: Ahban looks just like any other African Wild Dog; large ears, and a patch-mark pelt. Her pelt's base is brownish tan, with splotches of white, grey, darker brown, and black. There is a large white splotch on her chest, just high enough to be seen with a sloping neckline but not to stick out above most shirt necklines. Her eyes are a reddish brown, with black circle markings around them like glasses. The majority of her markings are black, with white marks that seem to twine down her arms and legs like snakes on a tree. Her ears are mostly tan, but rimmed with black. She is fairly scrawny, standing barely at five foot nothing and weighing little. She has rather rounded hips, which she puts to good use when performing.

When not performing or at work, she tends to dress rather casually. Usually a red, green, or blue shirt that has a conservative neckline, and sleeves that go halfway to her elbows. Along with this, is usually a pair of jeans that reach either to her ankles or to half-way passed her knees.

When performing, however, she goes a bit more risque. A long red or blue dress, usually reaching down to her knees, although occasionally only down to her thighs. The neckline tends to be fairly sloping, revealing the splotch of white on her chest. Sometimes, she adorns this with a necklace, something slight and dainty like a chain.

Personality:

- Quiet
- Shy
- Nervous
- Enjoys singing
- Kind

Goals & Plot Ideas: will become a singer at Red Dragon. Eventually find a mate and have pups?

Notes: Is shy, but comes out of her shell when performing.


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