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We are a feral dog game set in Japan, based off the Ginga Nagareboshi Gin and Ginga Densetsu Weed manga/animes (though you do not need to be familiar with either in order to play here!). You can read more about the game here. If you already have an account, login - otherwise feel free to create an account and join us!

One Eye

One Eye

Member Since Jun 24 2008 07:39 AM
Offline Last Active Mar 16 2015 10:47 PM

In Topic: Rolling Down the Hole

Mar 10 2015 04:47 AM

Wippeh cuz i luvs you....[:

In Topic: Rolling Down the Hole

Aug 24 2014 10:40 PM





The wolf's ears perked up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. If only it had been one of his pack mates, or even one of his very few canine friends. Together they could've been far away from the damned roads and the humans who imprisoned him. His hatred flared as the old wolf recalled all that man had taken from him. He had half hoped he would be here his own pack's territory. But he saw nothing that resembled his home territory. The mountains, the trees and even the sky seemed different. With a menacing grunt he shifted his position to get a peek of this new voice's owner.  As One Eye's battered body moved his one good eye locked on a tattered collie dog. His eye squints as he examines the dog. He didn't look, or sound, very threatening so he wasn't part of a patrol or a sentry. Guess he lucked out there because he wouldn't be able to put up a fight with a bum leg. 


Ignoring his body's complaints the old grey wolf yanked himself up. Standing on three legs he looked at the collie with a stern face and said, "You best leave me to die, they'll be back and they'll kill you as well." With that he limped his way a few paces towards the hairy dog. His face winced with every step except when he gave a warning growl as he passed the collie. He was injured and this dog could help him, but it was still a dog. A servant to man and therefore not to be trusted. His body was telling him to stop and yet he kept going. He was a proud old wolf who could still hold his own. He wasn't going to be a burden to anyone and would die to prove it.


As he hobbled along he began to turn towards the West. Hopefully he'd find his way home before sunset. His head hung down in the summer heat. The three good legs felt as if he'd walked an entire league. In his tired mind he actually thought he had put a sizable gap between him and his captors. A large pink tongue hung out the side of his mouth as he panted and coughed. A few more strained steps and he reached a group of young trees that created a nice little patch of shade. With a sigh he gingerly laid himself down under the branches and turned to see how far he'd gone. His ears folded back as he saw that the "league" he had walked was only a few meters from where the dog was standing. He swallowed to try to sooth his dry throat. Cussing to himself he looked for the collie.


The unknown dog, that he a second ago judged to be untrustworthy, had now become necessary. One Eye pushed his pride to the side for a moment and addressed the dog, "Hey, dog! Wait!" His stomach ached with disgust, at least it didn't make him vomit again. What was he doing, asking a dog for help? It's not like the old guy was begging, but it's still a dog. The argument was ended with a loud thump from his bushy tail. "Do you know if there's a stream or lake nearby? If you lead me to some water I promise....," he paused. He didn't really have anything to batter with. So he just said what to came to mind, "I wont eat you." A stupid proposition but it was wroth a shot.