A Small Clearing in the Preserve | Saturday Morning
Saturday morning found Nico wandering the Preserve with Mrs. O'Leary. Sure, some people might find it odd to hang out with another kid's dog, no matter the strange family ties there, but Nico genuinely liked the hellhound. Once you got past the drool and the immense size, she was like any other dog - always ready for a game of catch the shield. Besides, Mrs. O'Leary seemed to like having him around and reacted to his chilly nature better than anybody - human or demigod.
Though Nico could skip the doggy kisses of greeting. So gross and completely unnecessary.
Finding a decent clearing for a game, Nico raised Mrs. O'Leary's favorite battered shield over his head and paused, watching as the hellhound's entire back half wriggled in anticipation, her giant head swiveling between Nico and where her toy was likely to land. There was no need to ask if she was ready before he sent the shield flying like a frisbee toward the edge of the clearing. "Go get it, girl!" Nico told her, smirking a little as she waited for his command before leaping across the ground, leaving massive smeary pawprints where the earth was soft with recent rain.
Mrs. O'Leary snatched the shield out of the air before it could hit the dirt and, rather than bring it back so Nico could throw it again, she pranced past him with her head turned and raised so he couldn't reach her prize. She then found a nice, muddy spot and laid down with the shield between her paws and started gnawing on the metal. Nico frowned, already understanding he wasn't likely to get her back up again anytime soon. "I guess hellhounds are more retrievers than give-backs, huh?" Even if it was a total game killer.
[Note: Mrs. O'Leary looks like a poodle to straight up humans. Open!]
Though Nico could skip the doggy kisses of greeting. So gross and completely unnecessary.
Finding a decent clearing for a game, Nico raised Mrs. O'Leary's favorite battered shield over his head and paused, watching as the hellhound's entire back half wriggled in anticipation, her giant head swiveling between Nico and where her toy was likely to land. There was no need to ask if she was ready before he sent the shield flying like a frisbee toward the edge of the clearing. "Go get it, girl!" Nico told her, smirking a little as she waited for his command before leaping across the ground, leaving massive smeary pawprints where the earth was soft with recent rain.
Mrs. O'Leary snatched the shield out of the air before it could hit the dirt and, rather than bring it back so Nico could throw it again, she pranced past him with her head turned and raised so he couldn't reach her prize. She then found a nice, muddy spot and laid down with the shield between her paws and started gnawing on the metal. Nico frowned, already understanding he wasn't likely to get her back up again anytime soon. "I guess hellhounds are more retrievers than give-backs, huh?" Even if it was a total game killer.
[Note: Mrs. O'Leary looks like a poodle to straight up humans. Open!]