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 Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 10:42 pm
It was a lovely brisk day for a jaunt. A little too cold for some, perhaps, but McKale liked the freshness of the air. The way her (for she was being a lass today, all togged up in lace and skirts, and a lovely fox trimmed fur coat), ahem, the way her breath billowed out in little puffs of frosty air. Her hands were curled up together in a fur muff, quite warm, thank-you – only her toes felt the chill, covered only as they were by thin leather boots. A dainty heel adorned each one, force McKale to take tiny, careful steps along the frozen pavement.
As if expected the worst from aforementioned shoes, Titanius, ever loyal, walked beside his bond, shoulder pressed to her hip. He’d be able to catch her if she slipped. Hopefully before she twisted something or knocked her head or –
“I can feel you worrying, old man,” said McKale. She reached a hand out of her muff and scruffled Titanius’ hair,” I’m perfectly capable of bringing myself from point a to point be. I did so long before you came around, dear old hound. In heels or boots, my legs are sturdier than an elephant in a- whoops!”
The heel of her shoe skidded across a slippery spot and McKale flew backwards, arms wheeling. Titanius gasped and darted behind her, catching her weight just before she collided with the hard pavement. He grunted. She squeaked. Titanius steeled himself and carefully pushed them both to their feet, McKale leaning heavily against his side.
“Oh, bollocks! My dress!” The hem had become soggy with snow, and left a dark stain creeping up to McKale’s shins.
/ Perhaps it would be best to return home, Miss. We could continue our shopping on a more pleasant afternoon.
McKale waved him off,” No, no, dash it. We’re out now. We’ll just add new clothes to the list, shall we!”
A more wearied sigh had never escaped the lips of canine or man, than the sound that scrambled out between Titanius’s teeth just then.
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 3:24 pm
Two more sets of eyes were watching the very posh lady stroll down the street, but they were not there to lend a helping hand when she slipped. Fritz leaned against a trash bin in a nearby alleyway on the opposite side of the street from the aristocrat and her Hound, picking his teeth thoughtfully with his fingernail. He always sized up his targets before sliding in, and while she fit the bill - very fancy in her dress, oblivious to the world around her, dainty enough not to fight back - there was one glaring problem. Her Hound. Other people were passing her by and giving her room because of the large beast, but no one asked any questions. Fritz had come to notice that lots of people just thought they were huge dogs, some rare breed that was new. He had scoffed at the idea, but let people think what they wanted. It didn't hurt him any to keep the truth from them. "Right, girlie," he said quietly to his own Hound who stood by his side, wagging her tail. "Fink we'd make a good catch wif this one...posh little gal. She needs 'elp carryin' 'er bags. I know one or two we could take offa 'er 'ands." He turned to grin at Fijora who opened her mouth and let her tongue loll out in reply, her own sort of non-verbal chuckle. "Jus' got a problem. That 'ound." Him? Oh please, Fritz, you have little faith in me. Fijora shook herself and trotted a few steps out of the alley. Leave him to me. Once he's away from her you can work your magic."Right-o, right-o," Fritz said with a grin as he stepped back for the time being, melting into the shadows to watch how things progressed. The dark Hound weaved in and out of the city-dwellers like water moving around rocks. They didn't pay her any mind and she didn't give them any notice, her bright eyes fixed on her target. Once she was close enough she reached out mentally to the Hound to distract him just a bit. Not too much at first...she needed to see what he was like. Well hey there! Haven't seen another Hound around these streets yet. Don't you just love it here? She moved to stand directly beside the larger Hound, panting happily as she glanced up at the human.
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Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 1:56 pm
Titanius was so intent on making sure his bond didn’t slip again that he took no notice of the hound winding her way through the crowds of people. His eyes were glued to McKale’s feet, ears perked and listening for any sounds of potential discomfort because he knew they wouldn’t be able to get through a single day unscathed. Such was the life with his summoner. It wasn’t a terrible hardship, really. She was an amiable, friendly spirit, always willing to help out her fellow man.
Her penchant for getting into trouble could almost be considered endearing.
Almost.
“Oh look!” McKale suddenly came to a halt, whipping her hand out to tug gently at Titanius’ fur,” That’s another one of you whatists, isn’t it?”
Titanius raised his head just in time to see the other hell hound approach. She was smaller and darker that he was, with a single tail instead of two. His ears perked and his hackles rose around his shoulders of his own accord. As was customary for his species, he wasn’t particularly fond of the company of his own kind. Not that he would outright attack or disrespect another hound, of course.
But wasn’t it odd that she was out without her bond?
Titanius brushed impossibly closer to McKale and squinted his eyes at the stranger.
/ I dare say there’s not many of us. / Yet. He flicked his tails about with anxiety, then willed them still and flat. He glanced quickly back to McKale. / But… yes. I have enjoyed being out of the void. So far. /
McKale took the happy panting as an invitation and did what she would have for any ordinary dog. She leaned across Titanius and held out her hand, attempting to give the lovely lass a scratch under the chin,” Why, aren’t you just the loveliest thing!”
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:57 am
Fijora knew Fritz would be watching and waiting for the best time to strike, and her job was to lure the Hound away from his human long enough for her own to slide in and slip a hand into her pockets. All she had to worry about was entertaining this rather protective male before her. It's so much nicer here she agreed as she took a deep breath and let it out happily. So glad to get a break from those demons. They were always breathing down my neck. Her attention was distracted for just a moment when she heard the human speak up and reach out. Most Hounds would have probably shied away from the touch, especially without their human around, but Fijora had grown much accustomed to unknown hands reaching out to pet her. Such was the nature of children, after all, and Fritz moved in circles that had far more little hands than big ones. She leaned into the hand, bumping her head against the woman's palm, panting and wagging her tail to let her know she meant no harm. It was a bit terrifying to see Hounds out and about at times, given their size. Turning her bright eyes back to the other Hound, she resumed their conversation. She's quite friendly! She reminds me of this other aristocrat I saw the other day...but oh dear...that woman was having such a hard time... She paused to chuckle softly, shaking her head. Ah, I suppose I shouldn't be spreading stories about the upper class. Not very polite of me.
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 5:15 pm
It was such, such poor etiquette for McKale to have invited herself into the new hound’s personal space. Titanius visibly winced at the display, and pushed himself just a wee bit closer to his bond – in case Fijora chose not to accept the petting. The fact that she seemed to… to push into it startled him. He recoiled, ears flicked back and tails drooping just a bit from surprise. Well… that was quite lovely of her. Titanius let himself smile (just a tad), mostly from gratitude.
/ That’s enough, miss / he sent to his bond / I’m sure she’d appreciate some distance. /
McKale gave Fijora a final pat and reluctantly removed her hand,” So she’s a lady hound, is she? What a dashed good looking lass, too,” she tapped Titanius’ forehead and arched her eyebrows,” Probably nice to meet another of your own sort, what?”
Oh, by the void below, no.
/ I apologize for my lady’s intrusion, ma’am. She is rather fond of animals, and doesn’t always understand they may not share her sentiment. / he cast McKale a fond look / She means well, though. / Still, he’d much rather she kept her hands to her own hound.
And that this one might find somewhere better to be.
He was just about ready to say as much… but then… shouldn’t be spreading stories about the upper class.
Titanius’ ears perked.
/ Ah, yes… well. Word tends to travel regardless of whether it’s polite or not. / he looked away, attempting to see nonchalant about the whole issue. / My bond is of aristocracy. We may know of the lady. Perhaps if you told me more, just a tad, we might be able to help her with her… difficult situation or whatever it might be. /
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