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to·hu·bo·hu

/ˌtōho͞oˈbōho͞o/

noun
INFORMAL•NORTH AMERICAN

a state of chaos; utter confusion

Tohubohu: Yeah yeah, don't touch.. don't ruUN--LORN! LOrN- I swear on my pile of bones there's a squirrel over there! Just--I can--Hurry up we'll lose it!!

Lorn: ..To--

In a flash, Tohubohu left only a trail of dust next to Lorn, causing the cranky Shiba to rasp a hell of a cough.. Didn't even warn him. The supposed 'squirrel', the idiot disappeared through thick patches of brushes. The overly zealous male laughed, his long, lanky legs visually in a blur which carried him to great speed. Finally, he wasn't just chasing mere mice but an actual squirrel! Take that back over to the Barn and he'd finally stop being thrown cheesy jokes, all about his horrible sense of smell that weren't even clever.

Tohubohu: Just this wa-ACK!

As if an invisible force had caused him to unceremoniously tumble, rolling through multiple roots, bushes, sharp thorns. Well, he stopped by a hard thud to the jaw, stopping on his stomach. He gritted his teeth, well, could've been a porcupine he'd landed on.. Gravity seemed to have trouble determining what up, down, left, right, forward, and backward were, like he was upside down?

Tohubohu:..Tcch.. Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow.. --Eeeh?!

Oddly accurate, he was upside down. Though, he was just on his face.. How did..?

Lorn: .. Oh, look at that. Seems like you caught something--Well--More like you've been caught BY something. Treewalker (human) trap, Wow..

Unamusingly, a taunting voice came from below the bewildered greyhound.. Lorn! Finally, a moment where his presence was actually appreciated. Tohubohu displayed a dopey smile, his gums showing from gravity being gravity and making his smile even weirder upside down.

Tohubohu: ..Pleasse?

Lorn: Hm.. No. Go ask the squirrel.

WHOAA I DID A MINI STORRY?? O MAH GAWD +A+ Just for those who don't really go through my gallery, and I don't blame you, there's a mini series (Chosen) I've created that was inspired by Survivor by Eric Hunter. Basically dogs who belonged to Societies (i.e Nightsociety, Featheredsociety, Mornings-society) all possessed names that would determine their future, though its not always so straightforward. Just cause you have a promising name like, Foofaraw, doesn't mean you're future would be nitpicking about every little thing, but may prevent a huge outcome that may have threatened alot of lives. Sometimes its simple, sometimes your future may not be meant for a big, shiny hero path. Of course, some are okay about that. Having a normal life isn't overrated.

Description

to·hu·bo·hu

/ˌtōho͞oˈbōho͞o/

noun
INFORMAL•NORTH AMERICAN

a state of chaos; utter confusion

Tohubohu: Yeah yeah, don't touch.. don't ruUN--LORN! LOrN- I swear on my pile of bones there's a squirrel over there! Just--I can--Hurry up we'll lose it!!

Lorn: ..To--

In a flash, Tohubohu left only a trail of dust next to Lorn, causing the cranky Shiba to rasp a hell of a cough.. Didn't even warn him. The supposed 'squirrel', the idiot disappeared through thick patches of brushes. The overly zealous male laughed, his long, lanky legs visually in a blur which carried him to great speed. Finally, he wasn't just chasing mere mice but an actual squirrel! Take that back over to the Barn and he'd finally stop being thrown cheesy jokes, all about his horrible sense of smell that weren't even clever.

Tohubohu: Just this wa-ACK!

As if an invisible force had caused him to unceremoniously tumble, rolling through multiple roots, bushes, sharp thorns. Well, he stopped by a hard thud to the jaw, stopping on his stomach. He gritted his teeth, well, could've been a porcupine he'd landed on.. Gravity seemed to have trouble determining what up, down, left, right, forward, and backward were, like he was upside down?

Tohubohu:..Tcch.. Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow.. --Eeeh?!

Oddly accurate, he was upside down. Though, he was just on his face.. How did..?

Lorn: .. Oh, look at that. Seems like you caught something--Well--More like you've been caught BY something. Treewalker (human) trap, Wow..

Unamusingly, a taunting voice came from below the bewildered greyhound.. Lorn! Finally, a moment where his presence was actually appreciated. Tohubohu displayed a dopey smile, his gums showing from gravity being gravity and making his smile even weirder upside down.

Tohubohu: ..Pleasse?

Lorn: Hm.. No. Go ask the squirrel.

WHOAA I DID A MINI STORRY?? O MAH GAWD +A+ Just for those who don't really go through my gallery, and I don't blame you, there's a mini series (Chosen) I've created that was inspired by Survivor by Eric Hunter. Basically dogs who belonged to Societies (i.e Nightsociety, Featheredsociety, Mornings-society) all possessed names that would determine their future, though its not always so straightforward. Just cause you have a promising name like, Foofaraw, doesn't mean you're future would be nitpicking about every little thing, but may prevent a huge outcome that may have threatened alot of lives. Sometimes its simple, sometimes your future may not be meant for a big, shiny hero path. Of course, some are okay about that. Having a normal life isn't overrated.