seek refuge in my harbor;

[calmseverystorm]

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[everyblackdog]

Death is a calm amidst storms.

[willbereborn]

[ She smiles, holds a finger up to her lips as if asking for silence. ]

Not yet, not yet. [ A pause. ] I like Blackie, he's warm, he smiles with teeth and fangs and protects magic. Yes?

[everyblackdog]

Yes, the Black Dog is all of those things, but he's not nearly as pleasant as you make him sound, Birdie. Most people find his company rather disagreeable.

As is befitting Death.

[willbereborn]

I worry not about the Death of my own. [ She buttons up the coat he has offered to her, for now. It's warm and she likes it. ] But maybe if Death didn't bare it's teeth so wickedly, maybe then, they wouldn't be afraid of it.

[everyblackdog]

But what good would a dog be without its teeth, Red Bird? Especially one that serves Death as the Black Dog does? [ He leans his head close to hers, like sharing a secret, as she herself is wont to do. ] You must fly and I must bark and in doing so, bare these fangs of mine.

[willbereborn]

That's true, true. [ She chirps happily, leaning her ear closer to his mouth, playing along with the secret sharing. Squints her eyes a little and nods. ]

Oh, I know, I know, Blackie is busy, busy. [ And then lower, a little more worried. ] Do you have time to play, sometimes, maybe?

[everyblackdog]

[ He gives her a chastising look, as if the answer should already be obvious to her, though it's mostly teasing. Leaning back he gives her a flash of his teeth, tilting his chin up lazily. ]

The Black Dog has no master. I make my way as I please. Though there is always Death that needs to be done, I am not its only agent.

If you'd like to play, we can play. Though what kind?

[willbereborn]

[ Delighted, she offers a laugh and circles him for a while, stopping only by his side. She leans her chin on his shoulder, looks up at him with fiery eyes, glinting softly against the sunlight. ]

Do you like hide and seek, do you? What games do you play, Blackie, do you play games?

[everyblackdog]

[ His eyes are black, pupil and iris, with the deepest touch of blue along the edge. They reflect back some of that fire, though his comes from within -- a dark glow, a smoldering light. ]

I have been known to play a game of catch and release in the past. But that's not the sort of game you and I should play, Red Bird. Leave that one strictly to the dogs. Hide and seek seems harmless enough, though I do have the advantage of sniffing you out.

[willbereborn]

[ She laughs and shakes her head, moving away from him again. Tiptoes around him, much like dancing. Once she was clumsy with legs and arms for there was not a tail nor were there wings, but after getting used to this body of hers, she is able to twirl around easily, much like flying. ]

No, no, that's not fair, Blackie, Black Dog. [ Another giggle. ] You should be fair, I should be fair because I would fly far far away, and you couldn't see me, never ever. [ She twirls around again and smiles. ] Tell me a game, tell me.

OH MY GOD IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO FIND A GAME orz

[everyblackdog]

[ His eyes follow her as she spins, dancing around him a way that is nothing but appropriate for a bird of her kind. He tips down his chin as he does so, watching her with low amusement; something territorial (not predatorial) shows in his eyes. ]

Simon says. Have you heard of it?

LMFAO AWW

[willbereborn]

No, no! Tell me what it is, I want to know.

[ Always so impressed, always so ready to learn. ]

i had to wiki one like a LOSER

[everyblackdog]

[ Her eagerness, her desire to learn, is what made him think of the game in the first place. ]

It's a game of call and response. One of us shall be Simon and one of us shall be the echo. When Simon says to do something, the echo cannot help but to respond. Whether it be sing or run or lift a hand.

*PICKS UP AND TWIRLS*

[willbereborn]

[ She doesn't like the call of the summoning bells, no, hates echos and all, but she knows he isn't one, knows he won't hurt her. She smiles, touches his forehead with her warm hands. ]

Then Blackie, you will be Simon, yes, no?

kyaaaaaaaaaaaa

[everyblackdog]

[ He nods, pressing his hand slightly up into her touch. Blackie is not one to be pet, not like most other dogs, but every so often it appeals to him and the Fire Bird's hands are comforting in their warmth. ]

I will not be unkind or impossible in my requests, if you afford me the same. Otherwise spoil the fun, Birdie.

[willbereborn]

Fun! Yes, I like fun, makes me happy, warm.

[ She hops one step back, smiles at him, almost laughs. ]

Let's have fun, yes.