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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2018 5:18:28 GMT
The season was summer, the day was summer. Oh, how this day was summer. Flies buzzed even mid-morning, and Alban Briar’s flopped ears did their best to flick them away from orbiting his skull. He snuffled one away from his nose. With something of a raspy sigh, he would get up; Briar’s place among, well, the briars was a fairly snug and uncomfortable place to rest, but it was for some reason where he’d found himself the previous night while wandering the garden.
The garden.
Clambering out from the bushes, he felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him. Not the good kind. So he bore it like a pack over his shoulder. Briar was accustomed to such a weight, and was not terribly unhappy with that proverbial pound against his back now that he could obscure its details in the fog of – what he laughingly joked might be – senility.
Stretching his legs, feeling a crack of pain in a hind one, he found contentment again.
His path would find a grassy vale, marked where individual crops might have been. Briar stopped not for the corn stalks, not the rooted vegetables and their many descendants, but for a small bushel of white flowers. A weed, he knew. But it was a very fine weed, indeed!
The sagging lips of Briar found themselves tempted by gravity to fall into a frown. Failing that through force of will, Briar pushed himself to the opposite, a light and vague smile tinged with an air of melancholy. That much he could not help. Even the ever-wafting scent of greenery that he long enjoyed as his bedfellow could not cure what time had wrought.
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 17, 2018 21:08:49 GMT
If happiness was incarnate, it came in the form of Felix. It radiated through the mutt in gentle waves of consuming peace . The world was at odds but he was not and his warmth shimmered behind his coffee eyes.
Wandering had become his newest hobby. After the passing of his mother, he had become listless and needed the distraction. Felix flexed his toes against the dry leaves below, flickering his audits at the crunching sound. The silence of the day was enough to almost part his maw and force him to call out into the nothingness. Such was the burden of loneliness on young shoulders.
He gingerly plucked himself through a bristled bush and stopped short. Before him stood a grand monument of age. Resilient against times although seeming closer to loosing the battle each day. He sat down and admired the other dog. Curiosity was the bane of Felix, nurturing a genuine intrigue for everything around him.
Being a native to Graycott meant Felix was particularly aware of strangers. "Greetings sir. How goes the day for you? Is there anything I can help you with? My name's Felix, you must be new to Graycott"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2018 21:42:20 GMT
Footsteps, in the leaves and grass. The soft bent of foliage beneath the alternating weight of a dog. Of course he was being approached. Wasn’t that the way of it? Busybodies, the lot of them. There was no physical indication that Briar heard the stranger, no flick of an ear or bristle of his hackles, let alone a turn of his head. The white-budded weed kept his apparently stern attention, for whatever that weed was worth to the budding sense of nostalgia nestled in his chest. That nostalgia was soon chased away by the stranger’s voice.
Greetings. How goes it? Can I help you across the street, old man? You must be new.
Briar hadn’t the heart to interrupt him. And so he didn’t. In fact, he said nothing at all, even after this string of verbal agility had run its course. Nor did he have the heart to laugh, however heartily and amiable it might have been, while quietly at the stranger's expense. A joke to Briar alone. He supposed he hadn’t the energy, these days, for superfluity. Had he ever? His own brand of indulgence seemed necessary to him, thus outside the span of his impatience. Perhaps that made him a hypocrite, in his old age. Such was a sin that he was content enough to bear.
After all, he was just a deaf old man, for all the stranger new.
He bent down to sniff the petals of the weed. It shuddered in the light breeze.
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 18, 2018 1:38:14 GMT
Felix stared with a youthful intensity. Mocha orbs scanned his stranger with a genuine uine and infectious curiosity. Who was this behemoth who oozed a sage seniority. Perhaps he was deaf...or had merely come to answer only when it pleased him. Age dictated a certain respect.
However Felix was boiling over, itching for answers and a companion to join him in breaking up the monotony of silence. He resisted clearing his throat, swallowing his guttural inclinations. He gazed in slight confusion as the stranger stared at a blooming weed. Enraptured by some hidden detail only he could see.
Patience was a virtue Felix had been taught. And it seemed to beg him to be exercised. Settling down onto his belly, he continued to watch his stranger . But alas the young lad only had patience in spurts and once again word vomit boiled forth. "Do you have a name sir?"
His brow creased in thought. Ever the helpful and energetic mutt he offered once again. "Perhaps i can help you find some more of those weeds..err flowers."
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Lol Felix is gonna have word vomit around him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2018 3:53:31 GMT
What’s your name? Do you need some help finding flowers for your inevitable grave?
Even when faced with silence, the stranger responded without fail, with no notable perplexity apart from what might be gleaned from his longer pauses. Perhaps he was thinking of some other manner of attack. Or more of the same, that was a valid strategy; shoot enough arrows and it’ll eventually find a chink in the armor. Maybe he’d found it, too. Briar was a creature, if not of patience, then of… something. But whatever it was that he was, his patience was wearing thin. Was it thin enough to budge the rooted tree?
Yes, it was. In some manner.
Blinking, Briar angled a brief look sideways to catch the stranger. A golden dog, a young dog. Eager, and too eager. That might get him killed, in some other situation. In this situation, however, it only got Briar bothered. Both were things that he did not particularly want.
He shifted his weight between his two hind legs, and tilted his muzzle downward as though he were looking at the young stranger over a pair of spectacles. He then cleared his throat, as if clearing the way for some profound utterance. Or, well… he supposed inwardly that ‘profound’ was a, well, profound descriptor. Far more so than he deserved. He might have smiled at his own thought, but didn't.
”Hm?” The raspy grunt was all he responded with, as though he’d just, perhaps, caught the edge of his words on the wind.
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Post by WarPaint on Apr 20, 2018 3:40:37 GMT
Flustered...plain flustered, was the brown mutt. A simple hm was all he had gotten. Felix felt a certain trepidation that had only been felt in the earliest of his days. Some would call his happiness foolish or off brand for the world they were living in these days, but still it couldn’t sour his mood. He stared at the weed that had caught the attention so aptly of the stranger before him. Nothing discernibly special about it came to mind but Felix persisted in understanding anyways.
Coffee eyes squinted as if the flower would reveal itself to him. But after minutes of intense staring, Felix relented. Rolling over onto his back, he stuck a paw into the open air. Absently batting a butterfly who had fluttered to close. And like a tsunami flashing against flood gates , the vomit of the word kind came pouring forth. ”You know it is quite okay to be quiet, mother always said I talked enough for a crowds anyways. Which...in truth I probably do but I usually don’t even notice it. Hmm..the world is so big though, so I mean it has to have a little noise doesn’t it.?”
He tossed a quick glance at his quiet companion before carrying on. ” You sure are quiet , it’s different but not bad. I kind of like it, leaves you to your thoughts for a bit. Well sir...is that a special plant, you’ve been staring at it for a while. Maybe it speaks only to you.” And like a bullet, Felix’s overactive imagination was at it again.
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Oh Lord, Felix is going to annoy the living hell out of Alban XD
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