Well, this is certainly unexpected. I’m enjoying the new digs, because warehouses just don’t cut it anymore, but.
[Meet Hannibal King. His tone is chock full of sarcasm, and despite the fact that he’s extremely unhappy and disturbed, he’s not telling you.]You wouldn’t have happened to have thought to leave me my toys, Mr. Mysterious Kidnappers
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Big brown eyes glance up as he gets close.]
Hi Mister!
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...Hey, buddy.
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My name's Thom.
[His nose twitches.]
Are you new, Mister?
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You - ... [Okay, its just a talking dog, nothing to worry about. You already got smacked around by a tiny girl, King.]
...Nice to meet you, Thom. I'm Hannibal, and yeah, I'm new.
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The differences in his body structure are evident now that he's standing up - his curved chest is broader than a normal dog's and he has actual shoulders, sloped on either side of his ruff; puppy-size front paws sport opposable thumbs, though the digits aren't much longer than a normal dog's. His back legs still have the jack-knife joint structure, about the same length as his "arms."]
Wow, we get lotsa humans. I never seen so many of one kinda people in one place 'cept for my Masters.
[He drops back to all fours, the transition a smooth movement as his shoulders rock forwards to support his weight.]
I hope you like it here, almost everyone's real nice! I been here a few months... I think.
[Wag wag wag. Yep, that's a border collie.]
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I've already met the portion that's not so nice, though its good to know they're a minority.
[King crouches down, reaching out a hand before stopping himself.] May I? [He's always liked dogs.]
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Oh... Oh yes please!!
[His ears drop and his tail wags in eager submission. Thom has been well-trained not to object to the touch of strangers, and he loves attention anyway.]
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I suppose being able to talk is more helpful than having us guess whether your hungry or need to pee.
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