Who; Sir Francis, the rogue with no known origins, and YOU
What; He was an explorer...
Where; Anywhere you want him to be. Everywhere.
When; Monday (today!!!) afternoon/evening/etc. after scooting out of Elena's
Rating; PG for WILD WACKY ANIMAL HIJINKS, no, more like A for High Octane Nightmare Fuel in the form of a prose?
Status; Open; ongoing
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No trace has ever been found of the great dog; )
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This place was not pleasant. Her mind on the sad subject caused her to reach out for comfort, placing a hesitant hand on the dog's head to pet him.
"You are rather impressive."
She wondered what breed he was before turning back to the stall owner, her hand only withdrawing to pay the man and take the bag of vegetables.
"Did Elena remember to feed you? Are you hungry? I am sure we could find something for you here."
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That was more like it.
He allowed her to pet him, sitting down and letting the genetically curled tail wag back in forth in excitement at the touch. In extra excitement, even, he shifted forward on his paws as though nervous she would run away if he was too eager for her touch. There was a low, almost inaudible whine as she took her hand away, but when she spoke to him again, he was all panting tongue and wagging tail.
Furry eyebrows moved as golden eyes took in her new purchase. The mouth shut and he withdrew his head back a bit. Vegetables were generally found near garlic, and that was nothing Vlad felt up to dealing with. In fact, it was nothing Vlad felt like ever dealing with, but with a goal in mind as he had now, even less so.
He moved away from the stall and went to her other side, the side carrying nothing, staying extremely close to her the entire time. His tail curled out behind her as though it could catch her should she fall, his head coming up to nearly her chest.
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