°The Flight of the Burritos° A RP of Dorito's Vengeance

[CONTENTEMBED=/t/1168149/the-flight-of-the-burritos-a-rp-of-doritos-vengeance#post_18378376 layout=inline]Name Brito cream (short for Burrito cream, aka sour cream)[/CONTENTEMBED]
[CONTENTEMBED=/t/1168149/the-flight-of-the-burritos-a-rp-of-doritos-vengeance#post_18378376 layout=inline]age 2[/CONTENTEMBED]
[CONTENTEMBED=/t/1168149/the-flight-of-the-burritos-a-rp-of-doritos-vengeance#post_18378376 layout=inline]gender male[/CONTENTEMBED]
[CONTENTEMBED=/t/1168149/the-flight-of-the-burritos-a-rp-of-doritos-vengeance#post_18378376 layout=inline]species coyote[/CONTENTEMBED]
[CONTENTEMBED=/t/1168149/the-flight-of-the-burritos-a-rp-of-doritos-vengeance#post_18378376 layout=inline]rank: Member of S.A.D.A.S.B[/CONTENTEMBED]
[CONTENTEMBED=/t/1168149/the-flight-of-the-burritos-a-rp-of-doritos-vengeance#post_18378376 layout=inline]history: Long Time member. takes his job seriously, but knows how to joke around. [/CONTENTEMBED]
[CONTENTEMBED=/t/1168149/the-flight-of-the-burritos-a-rp-of-doritos-vengeance#post_18378376 layout=inline]description: will this work?
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personality: clever, fun
mate/crush: none 
pups/children: Does his hat cont he treats it like its his baby sooo
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other:He is just plain FABULUS
username: Flufferes


i'm gonna enjoy this 

~Pablo nudged back his bandanna and set off through the bustling town in urgent search for the scent of another S.A.D. member. His nose twitched as he caught the tempting scent of beans and his legs veered him off-course in hot pursuit of a food vendor. He suddenly tripped over a drainage pipe and faceplanted into a mud puddle, face dripping and bandanna disgusting. Straightening up with sudden resolve, Pablo lifted his nose to the wind and struck a heroic posture. Ah. I smell Brito Cream.~
 
~ Queso growled with apprehension, his tail stiff and his head low. He would protect these tortillas with his life, if it came to it. "Who goes there?" He barked sharply. "Pablo? Is that you?" He growled, lowering his voice ever so slightly.
 
~ Queso growled with apprehension, his tail stiff and his head low. He would protect these tortillas with his life, if it came to it. "Who goes there?" He barked sharply. "Pablo? Is that you?" He growled, lowering his voice ever so slightly.

(Pablo is off looking for other S.A.D. members to find beans....
Oooooooh, how about it's...)
~Montezuma marched out of the shadows and struck a foursquare stance, completely unperturbed at the fact this coyote was six times larger than himself. There was something suspicious about him, yet familiar at the same time. "Greetings," he barked, tiny tail held high in an arch of demanded respect. "I am Montezuma, king of the Chihuahuas. I will say it now-" His squinty eyes narrowed and his red fur quivered with defiance. "If you have any sour cream, it. is. ours."~
 
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~Pablo nudged back his bandanna and set off through the bustling town in urgent search for the scent of another S.A.D. member. His nose twitched as he caught the tempting scent of beans and his legs veered him off-course in hot pursuit of a food vendor. He suddenly tripped over a drainage pipe and faceplanted into a mud puddle, face dripping and bandanna disgusting. Straightening up with sudden resolve, Pablo lifted his nose to the wind and struck a heroic posture. Ah. I smell Brito Cream.~
Brito Cream lifted his head. "Yoo, Pablo!" he whispered. a drop of water from the side of a roof dripped on to his hat.
 
~Pablo nudged back his bandanna and set off through the bustling town in urgent search for the scent of another S.A.D. member. His nose twitched as he caught the tempting scent of beans and his legs veered him off-course in hot pursuit of a food vendor. He suddenly tripped over a drainage pipe and faceplanted into a mud puddle, face dripping and bandanna disgusting. Straightening up with sudden resolve, Pablo lifted his nose to the wind and struck a heroic posture. Ah. I smell Brito Cream.~

Brito Cream lifted his head. "Yoo, Pablo!" he whispered. a drop of water from the side of a roof dripped on to his hat. 

~Pablo trod up to hid co-worker. "Sup, Brito," he yapped, his eyes alight with the anticipation of the tortillas that awaited them. "Look, bro, Boss unearthed some tortillas and wants us to go find some beans. You dig?"~
 
~Pablo trod up to hid co-worker. "Sup, Brito," he yapped, his eyes alight with the anticipation of the tortillas that awaited them. "Look, bro, Boss unearthed some tortillas and wants us to go find some beans. You dig?"~
"I dig, bro!" He barked excited. He dashed back out to the end of the alley. " Come on, amigo. We got to get busy!"
 
Name: Marcela (goes by Moo)
Age: 3 yrs.
Gender: female
Species/Rank: Chihuahua
History: Was born on a dairy farm that made exclusively sour cream in mexico. It was shut down and her family moved to the US, where she discovered the Chihuahua Tribe.
Description of Bodily Attributes: Typical Chihuahua. Small, yet not super fragile. Black and brown Rottweiler coloring
Personality: Strong, fierce, thinks she's a Rottweiler and has no clue how small she really is since she is particularly big for a Chihuahua. Is obsessed with body building.
Spouse/Mate/Crush: none. He'd have to be super tough ;!
Children/Pups: none
Other:
Username: PeepersMama
 
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