Completed Dogs will be dogs (Barn)

[Mac]

Fall 16, 513 Mac had been in the city for just over ten days, now, and most of her explorations had actually taken place beyond its incredibly thick, high wall. She felt like she was getting to know the lay of the land to some small degree by now, and on this day, she had a slightly different goal in mind, that of getting to know the city itself a bit better. It reminded her of a rabbit warren, or an anthill, all buried in stone and so busy and crammed full of people. She found it interesting, far different from Alvadas, which was a much more cunning town, where you really had to keep on your toes to find your way around, what with the ever shifting streets and buildings. But here in Syliras, a person could easily get lost as well, simply because it was so complex a layout. Mac had both a natural flair for being able to orient herself, and training from her mom and Grandfather to be observant and commit to memory landmarks whereby she could find her way. She felt like it wouldn’t be long before she had a basic knowledge of those parts of the city where everyday citizens were allowed to go. So her ramblings today were a part of that process, as she wound her way through a thick crowd of pedestrians milling about the entrance to the Grand Bazaar. She herself was on her way out. It had been fascinating to see the wide variety of things for sale there, and she was making some mental notes to herself in terms of finding likely buyers for the game she intended to bring in and sell. Sliding through the other shoppers, she also kept an eye on Nehru, her huge mixed breed dog. Her Grandpa used to joke he was half Inganu Deepwoods and half pony. The top of his head reached to her lower ribcage, and he was an imposing fellow. But he was well trained and obedient, and so she felt it was safe to have him along. In fact, it made her feel safer to have him by her side, in this new and unknown city. There had been that little altercation a few days back, but that had hardly been Nehru’s fault. But she was keeping a close eye on him, all the same. For now, though, he paced peacefully at her side, ignoring those around them, because she had him on the heel command. After a few minutes, they had reached a spot where the crowd thinned and it was easier to walk along. Mac heard a rumble from her stomach, as it was getting close to lunch time, and as they passed a tavern, she stopped to peruse the bill of fare that was tacked to the door frame. Nehru paused too, and Mac was intent upon trying to decipher the almost illegible scrawl, peering closely at it, when she heard a low growl and an answering hiss and feline yowl. Her head whipped around, just in time to see Nehru leap away down a little side alley, in pursuit of what looked to be a black streak of fur. “Nehru!” she exclaimed, leaping after her naughty dog. Guess he wasn’t quite so well trained after all.

[Barn]

Barn was just keeping to herself in the streets of Syliras, hoping to grab a bite to eat from a rat and manage to spare herself more scars, but no dice. Earlier that day she had got into a bit of a brawl with one of the vermin, and had to pull a dog's trick: Turn tail and run. After all, she who runs away lives to fight another day, no? Got herself a savage wound on her shoulder, though. It was all messy and fur was getting stuck in the blood. She had to clean it periodically.

The Kelvic had been having trouble finding food the last few weeks. Water, sure. It was a bit nasty, but it was water. Her hip bones were visible, not overly so but just enough to make it clear she wasn't eating enough. Barn's stomach growled, and just under that...

Oh mother petching gods.

The feline's head whipped around and her orange eyes settled on a rather large dog... The nemesis of noble cats and the like. Here's a good example of how she thought of dogs:

Felines.
Humans.
Mice and rats.
Fifty feet of crap.
Canines.

However, at that very second, the Kelvic's mind was on something completely different. The dog had growled again, and her fur poofed up. She looked twice as big as normal, hackles raised and tail fluffed. What was that thing, half horse!? A hiss escaped, sliding between Barn's teeth and shooting towards the beast.

"Filthy mutt."

Whether or not the animal actually understood the words she spoke in her kind's language, the tone certainly got across. It charged, and Barn turned tail and pulled another dog's trick. Her claws extended and aided in pulling her forwards into greater speeds, as well as keeping her from becoming a bloody, broken splotch on a wall.

[Radiant]

Barn :

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Intimidation	+1 XP
Running	+1 XP

Lores

Lore Earned

N/A

Loots

Notes :

Not much I could give her... but enjoy.

My radiance is not bright enough?

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