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Post by Kristofor on Oct 6, 2020 10:47:09 GMT -6
She tosses a bit of dust up onto me as well. With my other paw, I toss a bit of dust on her too. I finally stop and she looks at me with concern.
No more blood Harmony, I'm okay., I show her my coated paws. The smell is a lot less pronounced to me, and she doesn't appear so concerned after standing up and smelling my paws with her twitchy nose. Looking at me, at my paws, briefly backwards at the butcher of a child, then back at me. Good girl. She leans into my waiting paw, letting her fur be against my pawpads. I stroke her head a bit, and she makes little quiet wheeking noises.
"Adorable." the boy mentions dryly. "She's simply endearing to those she appears to like." He picks up a handful of dust and coats his own hands briefly. The panilla looks back at him, and barks irritatedly.
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 6, 2020 14:13:29 GMT -6
In which you are not, clearly, I think to myself. The unnamed child doesnt’ seem to care about Harmony’s clear dislike of him and his actions, shaking the excess dust and dirt free of his hands. Where he had been bloody, it stuck on the skin. He mentions something to himself about the trimming of the bueshs and gets rather quiet for a bit. The only sounds being the creak of some distant tree, the soft wheeking of Harmony and maybe myown heightend heartbeat.
“You should leave here.” He says finally. “Its not a safe month to traverse the estate. Next month, after the night of spooks and spirits is over, then it is a bit... more sterile to walk around”
Sterile?
“Yes... my master has a very warped sense of humor; dedicating a month of the estate’s warpage to the month of the lab’s opening.” The boy looks passively irritated at this. “Quite a bother to keep sparkling clean.”
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 6, 2020 14:18:29 GMT -6
On curiosity, he waves the dead familiar a bit, and blood flicks on all of us, again. Probably expecting Harmony to freak the hell out again. She squeaks on being splattered, hops off my knee and rolls around in the dust again. Coat it, coat it off with dust!
How am I going to explain all the caked blood on her fur?, I ask with exasperation. Looka t me, I look like a murderer. More dust is put on me, as the panilla kicks it up. She pauses, rolls back onto all fours and barks irritatedly at the boy, who looks normal. Hadn’t he been coated in blood here and there?
“She’s not nearly so panicked now about being covered in blood or near it.” Bark bark! “The gate is turning around, heading forward, and reaching the wall. Turn right, and follow that, and you’ll get out of here. Now ifyou excuse me, I have a sausage to prepare.” The still unnamed ruby eyed boy bows, gets up, and leaves.
Once he’s gone, the sound of the free reaper not heard, I gathered up Harmony, the two bottled objects, and got the hell out of there.
One hell of a servant indeed, pah.
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Post by Nadia on Oct 7, 2020 12:46:16 GMT -6
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 9, 2020 23:35:46 GMT -6
 "Congratulations!" The card opened up into a pile of confetti at my feet when I opened it, a tiny kazooish noise coming from it. Enchanted maybe? Not that I could sense anything from the card. Someone rapping on the metal wall smartly before just wedging this envelope into the gate and walking away. Is this how Pethia gets mail? The card being written to me, and sitting there when I finally woke up. Salmon really can knock someone out, it seems. Its a specific kind of chemical... one that makes one full and sleepy. Yawning widely, I uncurled myself from my pile of blankets, and picked the card off the gate. "You win!" the loopy scrawl on the inside of the card says. Win...win? "You win the Spooky Raffle! Expect your prize in the very near future!" My tired brain is starting to function a bit higher then a cave fox at the growing hour... when did I enter a raffle. Until I look down on the other side of the gate, and see a basket.. with a puppy in it. 46 |
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 10, 2020 6:24:00 GMT -6
Slowly, two and two put together as I reach over the gate and pick up the basket. The puppy is sound asleep, as all small animals SHOULD BE AT THE GROWING HOUR. Brown and deeper brown, with a creamier brown finish. I'm just quite tired, so I take the basket back into my enclosure. Mira claimed the little mansion model I received from the last pile of goodies the crazy kid who runs the mansion estate's garden managed to give me, her tail partially sticking out of the door. So the tiny fenced area I had for her is at the exact second, empty. The pup doesn't appear to be waking up right now, so I put the basket into the enclosure, yawn and go back to my inpromptu den to sleep some more. The Full thing of the raffle hadn't hit me yet... and didn't until I heard whining in my dreams.
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 10, 2020 6:29:22 GMT -6
The little whines at first is something you'd probably hear from a sleepy young fox, wrapped up in his dreams. Yip yip yip... something I can sleep thru.. let auntie take care of her cublet....or my cousin. He sleeps lighter then a human can... then... BORK! I jerk awake with a small yip, the blanket wrapped around my head. Scrambling to remove it, looking wildly around, my sleepy brain sees the puppy, and its awake, and looking right at me with with paws fitted into the little fence. Puppy...puppy... PUPPY?!
The dregs of sleep fall away soon enough. Since when did I have a dog. I don't have a dog, and last I checked, I didn't get one. A dying kazoo noise came from the card laying on the floor in the small pile of confetti. I reach for it. The card's contents ahve changed?
"You win! You won the raffle from the party! Congratulations on your new Fidelityblood Houlou! His name is Dawson, so take good care of the little one!"
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 10, 2020 6:34:55 GMT -6
The puppy's long brown tail wags when he sees me moving about, as he yaps loudly. The puppy has a name attached too; Dawson. That card must be from that party, written by the crazy wizard, because its written in a way I get, but don't get. I really need to get to that bookshop. Dawson's quite pleased to see somoene's moving about as he barks again, his entire body wiggling with excitement.
How Ironic, I think to myself as I drag out of the blankets, the 'mystery' raffle was for a pet. Who raffles off PETS. Barrarr rarr! The puppy barks loudly at me again. Its jarring and makes me want to go back to sleep to see if he'll go back to sleep too. The puppy barks happily at me and pushes himself off the fence to run in a little circle and sit there, all adorably and tail waggy and who even likes dogs.
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 10, 2020 6:46:37 GMT -6
Yawning, I wander around my tiny kennel, seeking fresh clothes and to see if I can find the pile of clothes and the mask I borrowed from the bathhouse. That'll be something to do first. And... I glance back grumpily in the puppy's direction. He's watching me, his tail making his whole body wiggle in excitement. I have to deal with him too. Because I don't know the first thing about raising a dog, or raising a baby dog for the start. Was it like my aunt raising my cousins? Or was it like... something else.
Mira's bowl of bamboo is empty, so I refill it, snapping chunks up so she didn't decide to eat it all at once. She'll likely sleep the day away again. When I pick up the card again off the floor, something falls from it again. More confetti? No... a very rough leash and collar. Like a piece of rope, tied to another piece of rope.
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 10, 2020 6:50:44 GMT -6
The puppy, Dawson didn't like the idea of beign wrestled into a lead of rope around his neck. He fought me, with all the belief it was a game. No way was he gonna let that get around his neck. So he put his paws through it, backed in, backed out, it was like lassoing a fish with fur. Barking happily the whole time. Until someone banged loudly on the wall and yelled something I can only believe was a rude amount of Common at the noise. Its work to shush the dog, and his lead is around his chest through his legs rather then around the neck. If he couldn't fit through it on the back, I think this'll be enough.
Carefully, I let myself out of the kennel, dressed in my usual and clothing wrapped in my arm, the puppy... Dawson straining to leave the kennel alongside me. He has SO MUCH ENERGY.
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 10, 2020 6:54:47 GMT -6
I wonder if the mansion is done being spooky this week as I head for the bathhouse, on the same path to the mansion. The clever faced jovial man opens the door to my knocking, all smiles.
"Well well, I was expecting you. Did you have a good time at the party? Did anyone like your costume? Clearly you got out alive."
Nobody really noticed, in my opinion.
"Eh, Pethia's lacking in style. I'll take those clothes back, thank you. Ah, this mask is yours. You were given it, right? Hang onto it for the night of spooks at the end of the month." something he said caught my attention.
Alive? Why alive?, he looks surprised.
"Didn't you hear that a monster got loose during the wee hours of partying?" I can't recall hearing that or seeing that so I shake my head no. Dawson's sniffing around at the man's feet.
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 10, 2020 6:58:26 GMT -6
"Yeah, it hit the morning post. Some idiot brought a living corpse to the party and it got loose and started eating all the food. Anyone who had pets with them had to subdue it, because Chaos knows the 'dogcatcher' wouldn't catch a living corpse. Not like that." he chuckles to himself, then looks down at Dawson, who is particularly interested in his silk slippers. "Hey, mind your nose pup. Thats cold." He nudges Dawson away with his foot.
Thank you for the loan. Goodbye.
I give Dawson a few tugs to convince him to come along with me. The puppy whines a bit while straining to keep smelling interesting man's slippers, but finally gives it up and comes bounding along beside me. Yeah, he really needs to run off this energy.
The estate is right up the road from here, so it'll be a smart enough place to let a puppy run loose... right? No more crazy redhead vampires?
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 10, 2020 7:03:31 GMT -6
-pov swap-
Poor sap. Got one of those blooddogs pawned off on him. Funny. Taking the laundry inside, I toss them in the corner, and one of my entourage grabs them to take to wash. Ran sits up on one of the pillars leading inside, watching me with a jealous tinge.
'Oh stop that, you know he wasn't stupid enough to bring a dog inside where he clearly saw cats last night.' I tell her sharply. The twintail twitches a bit, her tails ending in a large bow. The bow matches a wrap on my wrist. She hisses and leaps off onto my shoulders. Flat white ears and her cattish face twist up into a jealous growl in my ear.
'You're just upset he didn't see you as different. That means the spell holds perfectly well around the stupid, dear Ran.' I scratch her chin a bit with sharpened fingers. Mrrrow... the catlike creature whines a bit before settling. 'besides, he got a dog pawned off on him. I'd be more concerned for him.'
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 10, 2020 7:08:17 GMT -6
-pov swap-
Nope, the gate is still iron, still changes drastically from the bright colors of fall on the outside, to the deadness of spook season on the inside. Abruptly I'm rethinking my decision to take a young puppy running around in this creepy arse place. However, this seemed to not phase Dawson at all. He barked happily, straining at the lead to go sniff the big dead and twisted apple tree. I can't help wondering what he smells on that. Do dogs have a keener nose then a fox? Maybe. Lack of smell, I doubt. But an untrained sense, more likely.
The tree looks just as twisted, just as gnarled and dead as... how long had it been. At least a day, right? Two days? I'm not sure. Didn't time warp in here sooemwhat?
"Hiiii!" Something trills at us from above our heads. Looking up, ready to run, I see something up in the branches, illuminated from behind by a very weak sun.
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Post by Jack on Oct 11, 2020 11:53:18 GMT -6
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