i. [The Dog took a deep breath, scenting the air. New and exciting smells tantalized her nostrils and she sucked in, before snorting back out. In a sense, it was almost too much and she wanted to bark and run and chase her tail all at the same time. New corners to mark! New scents to smell! New people to greet! New adventures to see! She could not help but quiver in excitement and her tail wagged furiously side to side. Yes, her tale in the old story was done and Lirael would write the rest herself, but that didn’t mean that a new chapter had not started for the Dog.
Starting off at a brisk trot, the Dog decided that first and foremost, she needed to find a bone. After that, why, the perfect place to bury the bone! And then, why, perhaps she would start marking some corners… There did seem to be very many corners to mark and if she wanted to get them all, why, she would need to start soon.
Nose to the ground, she started off, tail still helicoptering back and forth as she moved along. Yet, the hackles of her fur started to rise, and the Dog came to a halt. She lifted her face from the ground, a new and completely unfamiliar smell entering the air. It tasted like no magic that she had seen before, which was why she regarded it. Something new already.]
You're not a bone, and you don't look particularly friendly.
[There was a low growl in her voice, and something deeper in her voice. And oops, there was someone there. The Dog froze for a moment, looking quite like a hunting dog with one front leg poised upward. She blinked, once, twice, as her eyes settled on the stranger nearby, before...]
Woof?
[It's believable, right?]
iii.
The Dirge.
[It had been the tantalizing aroma that had driven the Dog indoor to the shop, and surprisingly enough, she had been able to ordered a drink. Three sugars and two creams, and a bone on the side? No bone? Hm, very well, just the cup then. Yet one pointed ear it currently pricked upward as paws that were somehow longer and leaner than your typical dog's hold the cup.]
I don't look like a dirge, do I? Why, I'm quite full of life. And I much prefer being disreputable.
[Whether a talking 'dog' was normal or not for the stranger was beyond the point, as the medium sized black and tan mutt is indeed talking to you.]
Disreputable Dog | The Old Kingdom
[The Dog took a deep breath, scenting the air. New and exciting smells tantalized her nostrils and she sucked in, before snorting back out. In a sense, it was almost too much and she wanted to bark and run and chase her tail all at the same time. New corners to mark! New scents to smell! New people to greet! New adventures to see! She could not help but quiver in excitement and her tail wagged furiously side to side. Yes, her tale in the old story was done and Lirael would write the rest herself, but that didn’t mean that a new chapter had not started for the Dog.
Starting off at a brisk trot, the Dog decided that first and foremost, she needed to find a bone. After that, why, the perfect place to bury the bone! And then, why, perhaps she would start marking some corners… There did seem to be very many corners to mark and if she wanted to get them all, why, she would need to start soon.
Nose to the ground, she started off, tail still helicoptering back and forth as she moved along. Yet, the hackles of her fur started to rise, and the Dog came to a halt. She lifted her face from the ground, a new and completely unfamiliar smell entering the air. It tasted like no magic that she had seen before, which was why she regarded it. Something new already.]
You're not a bone, and you don't look particularly friendly.
[There was a low growl in her voice, and something deeper in her voice. And oops, there was someone there. The Dog froze for a moment, looking quite like a hunting dog with one front leg poised upward. She blinked, once, twice, as her eyes settled on the stranger nearby, before...]
Woof?
[It's believable, right?]
iii.
The Dirge.
[It had been the tantalizing aroma that had driven the Dog indoor to the shop, and surprisingly enough, she had been able to ordered a drink. Three sugars and two creams, and a bone on the side? No bone? Hm, very well, just the cup then. Yet one pointed ear it currently pricked upward as paws that were somehow longer and leaner than your typical dog's hold the cup.]
I don't look like a dirge, do I? Why, I'm quite full of life. And I much prefer being disreputable.
[Whether a talking 'dog' was normal or not for the stranger was beyond the point, as the medium sized black and tan mutt is indeed talking to you.]
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