Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2014 19:21:54 GMT -5
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Albion Achelus
Age: 79 | Male |
If I were just any dog... What would I do here?
From atop wooden boxes, orange-brown eyes peered out into a crowded marketplace. The people here wore garments Albion was quite unfamiliar with, but as he was fed up with Arcthuria's remarks of how 'a dog should act like a dog,' he was determined to spend today like a dog! The voices were loud for a human here, but his canine ears picked up everything distinctively. Every salesman or saleswoman cheating their customer, and every customer attempting to haggle a deal. Guards screaming something or other about gypsies. Every once in a while, a panicked thief would run out of the market carrying something in their hands or in their arms.
This place was chaos incarnate. Perfect for a dog's day...
The black and red fur covering every inch of Albion's body tingled at the ideas swirling through his little wolf head. I could chase kids... Dogs do that sometimes. Or I could harass guards. Maybe cause a diversion for some petty thief to make off with valuables, in exchange for a bone? That's something dogs do, right...? Although, the more possibilities Albion thought of, the more he realized he had no idea what a dog actually did. What would a dog do here? Just as Albion was about to begin an intense internal debate about whether he was a good dog or not, his nose caught a whiff of something from the market.
It wasn't the stenches he had suffered until now, of bodily odor and garbage, but something delicious. Fresh bread. His body jolted up onto its four legs, his muscles tightened up as his tail began to wave back and forth faintly. Using his incredibly keen nose, Albion attempted to discern the point where the smell was coming from... Among the yelling, the various stenches, and the countless people in attendance, Albion could sense it. The delicious warmth and succulent smell; it might as well have been steaming right in front of his nose. After settling on a direction, Albion set off. With a few thuds, he hopped down his pile of boxes and landed on the paved streets.
His paws pattered ever so lightly on the solid ground beneath them as he sifted through the people who didn't even seem to notice him. The chain tied to the metal choker on his neck jingled lightly as he moved onward, drawing closer and closer to his goal with every step. His mouth was almost watering, itching for a bite of the bread he smelled. Every once in a while, he would look up and see a few awnings adorning the buildings, just above market stalls and doors alike. Given that Albion was just a short dog, peeking upward through a crowd was difficult!
Albion cut out from the crowd, adeptly weaving between the legs of the people with him, to find an elderly woman standing at a stall with vegetables and---There! Albion nearly leapt from his fur as his orange-brown eyes caught their targets at long last. Steaming, delectable bread... So crispy, and the perfect shade of brown at that. Just barely tinged with the color... Given his form, Albion saw only one path before him. Since I am but a simple dog... Licking his jowls one last time, Albion crouched down like a proper hunter... And leapt forward!
He knocked the woman's table over completely with the force of his jump, the cloth previously covering it quickly wrapped around him. The elderly woman screamed and panicked as she watched the scene unfold. As he struggled to free himself, he found a few loaves of the bread trapped with him. Luckily, he managed to eat a few. As his squirming sent her various products flying about, Albion ripped his way free of the cloth, only to be grabbed by the elderly woman. She wrapped her arms around his lower-body and put her weight down toward the ground to try and weigh him down. Albion barked, whined, and squirmed as the onlookers stared in awe. Some of them, of course, tried to gather the woman's products while she was distracted...
From atop wooden boxes, orange-brown eyes peered out into a crowded marketplace. The people here wore garments Albion was quite unfamiliar with, but as he was fed up with Arcthuria's remarks of how 'a dog should act like a dog,' he was determined to spend today like a dog! The voices were loud for a human here, but his canine ears picked up everything distinctively. Every salesman or saleswoman cheating their customer, and every customer attempting to haggle a deal. Guards screaming something or other about gypsies. Every once in a while, a panicked thief would run out of the market carrying something in their hands or in their arms.
This place was chaos incarnate. Perfect for a dog's day...
The black and red fur covering every inch of Albion's body tingled at the ideas swirling through his little wolf head. I could chase kids... Dogs do that sometimes. Or I could harass guards. Maybe cause a diversion for some petty thief to make off with valuables, in exchange for a bone? That's something dogs do, right...? Although, the more possibilities Albion thought of, the more he realized he had no idea what a dog actually did. What would a dog do here? Just as Albion was about to begin an intense internal debate about whether he was a good dog or not, his nose caught a whiff of something from the market.
It wasn't the stenches he had suffered until now, of bodily odor and garbage, but something delicious. Fresh bread. His body jolted up onto its four legs, his muscles tightened up as his tail began to wave back and forth faintly. Using his incredibly keen nose, Albion attempted to discern the point where the smell was coming from... Among the yelling, the various stenches, and the countless people in attendance, Albion could sense it. The delicious warmth and succulent smell; it might as well have been steaming right in front of his nose. After settling on a direction, Albion set off. With a few thuds, he hopped down his pile of boxes and landed on the paved streets.
His paws pattered ever so lightly on the solid ground beneath them as he sifted through the people who didn't even seem to notice him. The chain tied to the metal choker on his neck jingled lightly as he moved onward, drawing closer and closer to his goal with every step. His mouth was almost watering, itching for a bite of the bread he smelled. Every once in a while, he would look up and see a few awnings adorning the buildings, just above market stalls and doors alike. Given that Albion was just a short dog, peeking upward through a crowd was difficult!
Albion cut out from the crowd, adeptly weaving between the legs of the people with him, to find an elderly woman standing at a stall with vegetables and---There! Albion nearly leapt from his fur as his orange-brown eyes caught their targets at long last. Steaming, delectable bread... So crispy, and the perfect shade of brown at that. Just barely tinged with the color... Given his form, Albion saw only one path before him. Since I am but a simple dog... Licking his jowls one last time, Albion crouched down like a proper hunter... And leapt forward!
He knocked the woman's table over completely with the force of his jump, the cloth previously covering it quickly wrapped around him. The elderly woman screamed and panicked as she watched the scene unfold. As he struggled to free himself, he found a few loaves of the bread trapped with him. Luckily, he managed to eat a few. As his squirming sent her various products flying about, Albion ripped his way free of the cloth, only to be grabbed by the elderly woman. She wrapped her arms around his lower-body and put her weight down toward the ground to try and weigh him down. Albion barked, whined, and squirmed as the onlookers stared in awe. Some of them, of course, tried to gather the woman's products while she was distracted...
