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they tug at their leashes. parker can sympathize only because she wouldn't wish having a ball and chain attached to her neck, especially since the pups have really only known freedom since their birth. but she yanks on them all the same in an attempt to get them to stop and listen to her. she has a feeling that dealing with the unruly animals is going to give her a headache.
she opens her mouth to say that maybe the treats would have been useful in the catching process, given that the dogs are probably starving and that would have been a far simpler means of going about catching them, but the moment is gone. all she can do is take this information and make use of it the next time they run into more dogs.
corvus hands her the leash to the mother dog and parker grips it tightly, wraps it around her wrist a couple of times. but the pups actually calm down now that their mother is closer.
she rolls her eyes when her companion surveys the fire. "it'll be fine," she says. the burning trash has set an acrid smell in the air and she'd rather get out of here sooner rather than later. they're nearly halfway done with the mission, and the first part wasn't so bad. all they need to do now is take these dogs back to the shelter, lock them up, and then run out for some more. child's play.
'hopefully this really is enough to bump us up another step. i'm tired of these fool's errands,' she thinks to nyla.
'honestly. the crowd's getting thicker in the square. you should probably head back by going around.'
"let's cut through the square and get this over with," parker says as she wraps the leashes one more time around her wrist again. she can handle a few dogs straining against their bindings. and like she said, she wants to get this over with as soon as possible.
"i'll hold them," she says. the only person she trusts to accomplish this is herself. and if corvus happened to let them go, she'd probably end up leaving right then and there.
Post by corvus kasparian on Nov 21, 2018 0:09:20 GMT
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Corvus gives his partner a hesitant nod as she dismisses his very obvious worry over the fire. Yeah, totally. What did he know? It wasn’t like he used his fire techniques much anyway. Maybe on missions, but aside from the one with Siobhan he hadn’t had a mission where he needed to use much offensive magic. And to be fair, he was probably pretty conflict averse. Maybe that was just something he learned from having to be around his family though. It was the family’s way or the highway. He jogs to fall in line just a few steps behind Parker as she leads the way. The dogs while annoyed, seemed to walk easily enough. There was the occasional drag of paws but Corvus would coo something at the dogs while holding out the baggy of treats to make them trot back up. He’d reward them when they got to the shelter. For now, he hid the bag in his pocket.
“Uh- you sure Parker?” the witch asks remembering the crowd from before and how the taller the sun rose, the more people would be cramming themselves to get through the mini market. “Right then.” He adds before sidestepping her and the dogs as they veer out of the alleys and towards the crowded main stay. “I’ll sit up front and try to make a path for you guys then.” He said as he turned to look at the ginger before focusing on his task at hand. Making sure the dogs were just behind him be begins pushing his way through the crowd uttering very many ‘excuse me’s and ‘sorry, dog family coming through’s which wasn’t exactly wrong, but in retrospect a little embarrassing. There was grumbling as Corvus didn’t actually care if people got upset considering he would be moving too quickly for any to bother with him. Also, he was counting on Parker’s ability to scowl her way through the proverbial Red Sea as it were.
As he tried to cut through quickly, he wasn’t exactly the tallest person to do so, a barker announced skewers, hot skewers! The smell him like he was passing through ha wall and his mouth watered in spite of himself. Thick spices and grilled meat intertwined heavily. He could smell peppers, garlic, onions. He could hear even the loud sizzling of fat on a grill. Shit- He didn’t notice himself veer towards the young man with a platter of samples struck through with toothpicks. “Oh, I’ll take a sample please! Oh err, two for me and my friend!” he called out reaching out for the free food. Unfortunately, the dogs reached out too. They reached out plenty by literally yanking forward on their brand-new leashes and barking up at the part timer, one even snapping and tugging at the pant leg cuff for attention. This of course, was very unexpected for the part timer, but honestly should’ve been a thought in Corvus head. The man cried out in surprise toppling backward and onto the ground where the trio of dogs swarm the meat. “No!” Corvus shouts. “You’ll hurt yourself on the toothpicks you rabid mutts!” he yelled as they viciously gobbled up everything like some sort of possessed vacuum.
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[attr="class","pwfbody"] there's some difficulty traversing the crowd, but she'd expected as much. with a tight grip on the leashes, she manages to wrangle the dogs as close to her as possible. it actually helps some that there are so many people; the dogs are forced against her and stop fighting less after they get their paws stepped on one too many times. there is, however, a close call with an unforeseen adversary.[break][break]
now, parker has never liked dogs, especially not when she was a child. they terrified her, quite frankly, so she doesn't really anticipate the screeching coo of a little girl, probably not older than toddler age (how do children work again?), as she reaches forward to pet one of the big, bad dogs on the head. and, considering the dog's run-in with humans before, the overwhelming amount of scents and sounds around it now, and the terror that's probably built up in its body every day of its life up until this moment, well, it snaps.[break][break]
and thank the gods parker is quick on her feet. she nearly dives backwards in an effort to yank the defensive dog away. a slew of swears erupts from her lips. the child hadn't been deterred by the dog's snapping jaws, but she stops coming closer because of parker's foul mouth.[break][break]
"that could have been close, cor--corvus?" she turns towards where her companion had been merely moments before, right before this whole debacle. [break][break]
it's as if time decides to move in slow motion. the dutiful worker holding a hefty amount of freshly cooked samples is the first to stop short by corvus' side, lips parting in shock. parker tenses her body and digs her heels into the ground, but she's still not fast enough, and her gaze flickers towards the multi-wrapped leashes on her wrist. her stomach drops and she manages a desperate, "fuck," right before time catches up with her and she's sent spinning towards the ground. [break][break]
she rips into her lip, but the fresh spray of blood along her cracked lower lip is nothing compared to the pain that accompanies the crunch as she lands unceremoniously on her wrist. her fingertips burst into flame almost immediately as rage fills her, boosts her back to her feet. [break][break]
the leashes catch quite easily and her bindings fall away to reveal a wrist that doesn't look quite right. she swallows bile, clenches the unharmed fist, and calls for nyla.[break][break]
because of the entire debacle, a lot of the shoppers have given their area a wide berth. a couple of stragglers attempt to grab the dogs and drag them away from the food, but the beasts are inconsolable, ravenous. nyla swoops down in all her glory, russet wings blazing in the mid-afternoon light. she slams her metal-bound talons together and the screeching sound sends the dogs cowering, hind legs drawn as they scratch furiously at their ears. [break][break]
Post by corvus kasparian on Nov 24, 2018 23:01:48 GMT
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He didn’t see the child, and he didn’t expect so much chaos from three wild dogs and some food samples. And if he did, he didn’t expect it to the extent that had transpired which was sure to put their mission to a serious halt for the moment. The next unfolds without him being able to really stop it, or even the intention to start it. A couple of spectators try to intervene, but his eyes are mainly on Parker, bleeding on the ground and with a mangled wrist. Oh no-
At the sound of his name he snaps to attention, adrenaline and worry building up. She gives him an order, he obeys without question, moving forward as Nyla flies down screeching at their dogs. He scrambles to retrieve the leashes and begins wrapping the slack around his hands, giving less way than before to the dogs. They were totally untrained, but he hadn’t expected this big of an issue with untrained dogs. As he does this he gives the part timer an apology, kicks over and samples left on the ground with toothpicks in them and moves towards the dogs to begin herding them away before they cause anymore trouble.
Someone steps towards Parker to help her up and as he does he thanks them profusely before directing his attention to the redhead. “Are you ok? Does anything else hurt?” the young witch asked as he averted his eyes from her wrist. He didn’t know any healing spells; he couldn’t even set a bone without help. They would need to get her to the shelter, or an actual doctor’s office. The shelter probably had a medic though, right? After all, they were all witches. Any healing magic was good on animals and humans.
Philippe circles above them, lowering just enough to cast a shadow on his witch before warning him silently. “I’d give your partner some space. You were partly at fault here for not paying enough attention.” Corvus sends back something garbled and annoyed. He’d only wanted some quick samples to keep the both of them on their feet a little longer. The familiar was being unfair. He looks at his hands before down at his slacks and begins to tie the leashes around his belt. At least this way it was unlikely the dogs would help break his wrist. As long as he didn’t fall on his face first. As he thought this, he wrapped some slack around his hand again and gently tugged at the scared dogs to follow him without issue, or else…Nyla would…probably do something. She was still there after all. The crawled forward just slightly, wary of Parker’s familiar.
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[attr="class","pwfbody"] she would rather blame this happenstance on corvus' desperate attempt to get snacks rather than herself for insisting that they traverse through the crowd. so she does just that, allowing frustration and anger to fill her veins so that it smothers a small percentage of the pain. emphasis on small because oh, boy does her wrist hurt. [break][break]
looking at the wrist makes her stomach turn so she moves her attention to her scarf. unwrapping it with one hand proves tedious, but she manages to unspool it and wrap it around her arm. a whimper makes its way through her lips as she gives herself a makeshift sling, arm tight to her chest so she can't move it.[break][break]
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. [break][break]
the mantra goes on and on in her head and is only broken when someone tries to help her up. she shrugs past the hand, pushing up from her awkward seated position, and scowls at corvus.[break][break]
"i'm fine," she snaps.[break][break]
nyla, quite fortunately, has taken to basking in her job as the bad cop. as soon as the dogs try to get testy, she's in their faces, copper beak snapping angrily. eventually they're reduced to shudders and whimpers. i don't know how good of pets they'll end up making at this rate, nyla thinks amusedly. [break][break]
not our problem. our problem is getting them to the shelter so they can become someone else's problem.[break][break]
she pauses when she watches corvus attach the dogs to his belt, and she opens her mouth to say something and then loses interest. if they're actually attached to him, they're more likely not going to end up slipping away. whatever happens is the witch's own consequence.[break][break]
"we get these dogs to the shelter, we stock up on more treats, and then we finished the gods damned mission," she says and then starts trudging through the crowd.
Post by corvus kasparian on Nov 25, 2018 22:53:12 GMT
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After all that, Corvus realized he still have the two toothpicks with skewer meat on them. After all this, he wondered for a split second if he should give one to Parker. That thought only lasted a blink before he shoved both pieces in his mouth quietly and discard the toothpicks as they began traversing through the crowd again. So much for a good start from earlier in the day. He can pull together than from how she had wrapped her wrist and her shoulder, and her attitude as she spoke that she was pretty much, probably, most likely, not fine. She was one hand down and they still needed to catch two more dogs.
He tugged at the leashes and with Nyla’s help, the dogs moved about where directed as intended. When they began to flow too far to one side, Philippe dropped down as a sort of back up to help heard the canines alone. He didn’t say much, simply glided opposite of Nyla for presence. They were already afraid of one bird, imagine two birds. Parker’s scowl seemed to part the crowds even better than before. It probably helped her arm was in a makeshift sling. No one wanted to interrupt that burning train wreck in motion. For what he could tell at least, the worst part of it was the wrist.
With Parker leading the way and the bird acting as active escort, the walk towards the shelter was pretty uneventful. Quick paced too. It was a little difficult trying to get the scared dogs to keep up the pace with Parker while also trying to keep from incurring avian fury, but they made it. As they approached the shelter, the doorbell rang and out came out a medium sized dog, who’s coat matched the pups a bit, only the pups themselves were more spotted lending itself similar to their mother. As Corvus noted one of his charges, Lenny the Mutt, on account that he didn’t really know what Lenny was?? Maybe pug mixed with lab? OR at least, something bigger than a pug since he was so oversized for his supposed breed. Whatever the case, Lenny was a pretty even tempered dog and one of the easiest to walk. He liked sitting in the park or vacuuming up bread crumbs for the birds. A simple dog. No problems ever. That what the young girl leading him out for a walk thought before he perked up and began barking wildly only to rip himself from her grasp with ease.
Lenny ran himself towards the trio of dogs they were escorting, to Corvus horror. "L-Lenny nOOO-” and off Corvus went as the family of dogs pulled forward to meet with Lenny who was so excited to see them. Corvus had been already leaning forward to reach for the leashes but the pull had sent him off kilter and face planting on the ground. They managed to move him a couple of inches before they met in the middle all yapping excitedly and running around one another. “Corvus.” Phillipe chimed unhelpfully as he landed on top of the young witch’s head. “Lenny seems to have made himself a family while he was out. You’ll have to edit his record to indicate he was not spayed properly.” The bird explained before flapping off his master’s head as Corvus stood up. “Shh! I’ll fix that later just make a note of it!” the young man hissed as he untied the leashes from his waist and nodded over at the girl who was busy admiring the family. “I’ll take it from here ok?” With a nod she went back in to pick out another dog for walkies while Corvus did his best to herd the family back inside. “If this mission did anything, it at least brought a family together.” He said turning to Parker in an attempt to smooth things over with her. Without giving her the chance to reply he added let’s find you something to fix that wrist. Evelyn?? Are you in here?” he called out over the counter waiting for the woman to come out.
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[attr="class","pwfbody"] the rest of their trek is uneventful. stressful, but uneventful. now that nyla has decided to make herself useful, it allows parker to focus on the blistering pain in her wrist. despite the makeshift sling, every step sends pain lancing up her arm. she keeps her teeth gritted and though her eyes water, she refuses to show how much she's really hurting.[break][break]
when they finally near the shelter, her misgivings about corvus attaching the pack of dogs to his belt come to fruition. she stifles a laugh as best as she can, able to accomplish so only because of how shitty the rest of their day has been. maybe she's not cut out for apprentice work. one low-ranking mission in and she's already broken her wrist and running behind on their quota.[break][break]
she could lend a hand to corvus, but he got himself in this mess, and he seems to have it under control anyway. nyla, losing her job now that the dogs have been taken care of, returns to parker and tilts her head towards her wrist. [break][break]
"yeah, good for the dogs," parker mutters in response to corvus. [break][break]
she follows him inside, leaving nyla outside waiting for them to go back out and finish what they started. [break][break]
if only our magic could do anything besides destroy, the bird muses telepathically. and then she ruffles her feathers. no, no, then life would be much more boring. parker shakes her head.[break][break]
a very tired looking woman shuffles her way to the front desk. a pen miraculously holds her fraying hair atop her head in a messy bun; her blue eyes look bright despite the soft circles shadowing her cheeks. she brightens distinctively when she spots the dogs, though her gaze shifts to parker's arm.[break][break]
"it's fine," she starts before the woman, evelyn, can say anything. the last thing she can afford right now are medical bills, especially if they can't even finish this job.[break][break]
she turns back to corvus. "alright. so we give these to her and then we go and catch a few more and we're done. let's go."
Post by corvus kasparian on Nov 30, 2018 6:08:50 GMT
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Corvus managed to get back on his feet with minimal scrapes. It was more light bruising if anything at all. He dusted off his clothes, somehow managing to wrangle n entire family of reunited doggos back into the shelter and handing them off to someone. He noted Lenny needed to be properly spayed now before handing off the leashes and turning back to Parker to check in on her situation, just in time to see her refusing to get treat. Oh bother. “It’s not fine, Evelyn. One of the dogs knocked her over and now her wrist is all weird looking.” He said, immediately snitching on his mission partner. What a good kid.
He reached over the counter fishing up another treat bag for Parker, before packing an extra one himself. “She needs a better sling, at least.” He added as he double checked himself for supplies. He didn’t need much but noting how popular the treats had been he decided to stock up on them. As the dogs were shuffled away Evelyn would tilt her head and gesture over at the feistier of the dog wranglers before gesturing her to come over. “Are you sure? I can’t a bone in place quickly with a small spell.” He offered while Corvus made his way behind the desk in search of something to actually hold Parker’s wrist. No such thing. He moved to the back room for a minute, greeting colleagues and continued forward to the break room to retrieve an ice pack. They always had a few chilling in case of bruising.
The young snake made his way back after wrapping the frozen block in some paper towels. “Here. To numb it.” He offered hoping she’d at least accept this if she hadn’t already gotten healed up. As concerned as he was for the redhead, he was also a little impatient when it came to these dogs. So many messes already and they weren’t even through. Safety and health before all, but they couldn’t necessarily run around with an injured person. How would she grab dogs in the first place? He dusted himself off before ambling over to the door to hold it open. “Ready whenever you are. Same place, right? We never made it to the Butcher’s shop I don’t think.”
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[attr="class","pwfbody"] if she ever crosses paths with this woman again, parker will owe her a favor. and that's the last thing the redhead ever likes owing anybody. her wrist throbs, reminding her of how much pain she'll be in these upcoming hours, days, possibly even weeks--(and if it doesn't set right? what does she do then?) she pulls her lower lip into her mouth and tastes dried blood and salt. she weighs her options (of which there are limited) and gives in with a slump.[break][break]
embarrassment weighs heavily on her shoulders, afflicts her steady gaze. she looks down at the floor now as she offers up her arm. and there's so, so much pain as the witch puts her hands over her wrist and murmurs an incantation. then there's a clicking sound, and relief sweeps through her. she nearly gasps.[break][break]
"you'll want to be careful with it for a while--don't want anything to go wrong while it's still setting."[break][break]
parker nods, already walking away from the woman before she can ask for anything in return. the dogs whine behind her, confused at their new surroundings and at the fact that the people with treats have decided to leave them.[break][break]
"butcher's shop. right. let's stay away from the market. it'll take us longer to get there, but i figure we might run into some more mutts if we keep to the less trafficked areas."
she gingerly gives her wrist a squeeze, wincing when pins and needles travel down her arm. "we won't make the same mistakes this time," she says. granted her we should definitely have come out as an i, she'd rather put the blame on corvus for their mishaps rather than herself. and her fellow silvertongue doesn't seem to mind in the least. and if he does, he certainly won't speak up about it.[break][break]
Post by corvus kasparian on Dec 7, 2018 0:01:11 GMT
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Corvus pretended to keep busy while Evelyn assisted a very begrudging Parker with her wrist. He whispered a couple of things to Phillipe as the bird preened on his shoulder. The jaeger however only responded with a snicker and a tug of one of Corvus’ precious purple locks. There’s a yelp of pain and he swatted at his familiar only for the bird to flap into the air glide over to sit on the counter, all the while mocking Corvus’ slowness. He’s not wrong, but it still annoys the witch.
Evelyn tuts as the redhead turns away and Corvus is at attention once more, eyes on his companion’s wrist and happy to see it’s not….out of place like before. He couldn’t quite stomach the thing sticking out in the wrong direction. He nodded at his partner. “Philippe, find us a shortcut ok?” he said looking over at his partner who dematerialized as she spoke. Corvus blinked, narrowing his eyes in annoyance. Hs expression changed slightly, signs that he was discussing something with the familiar and getting pretty exasperated. With a huff, Corvus headed towards the door, holding it open for Parker while Philippe materialized once more perched on a street lamp. “Don’t skimp on the size. I a waffle bowl and two scoops of mocha with one vanilla.” The bird called out before taking flight once more.
Corvus glared as the bird began his work before turning to Parker. “Right. Butcher’s shop it is. It’s getting busier in the day anyway, so the dogs are probably more likely to stick to the alleys anyway.” He said as he smiled at her, trying to bounce back from the extortion his familiar had just tried on him. He handed her a bag of treats he’d taken. “Just in case, you’re armed now.” He added before moving down the street.
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[attr="class","pwfbody"] "nyla, you do the same." the familiar doesn't respond with her usual snark. in fact, as parker walks back onto the sidewalk, she moves towards her and inspects her wrist. after swaying back and forth for a few moments, and ignoring parker's annoyed inquiries, the witch finally starts to worry.[break][break]
what is it? she thinks to the bird.[break][break]
nyla shudders, copper feathers ruffling as she hops backwards and flutters her wings. parker's hair whips against her cheek as nyla takes off. it's odd, she thinks back when she's far enough away from the witch. i felt the pain...more this time. more than we've shared before.[break][break]
she's having this conversation while corvus is talking to her, though she doesn't realize she's spaced out until the boy goes to hand her a bag of doggy treats. she blinks, ridding herself of the worried scowl on her face, and grabs the bag, trying (and failing) not to be annoyed at the fresh reminder that their task of catching the first batch of dogs wouldn't have been as difficult had they brought these with them.[break][break]
"is there no way philippe would carry you?" she asks. "nyla might, and we'll probably be able to cover more ground if we use the air to our advantage."
Post by corvus kasparian on Dec 10, 2018 0:36:08 GMT
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He doesn’t seem to notice Parker was distracted, and if he did, he was sure to keep it to himself as the young redhead came to, and took the doggy treats. Corvus smiled nervously and shook his head in response. “The city constraints make sure to keep him this way. He can’t grow any more than he already has until we leave the city limits. But if Nyla can take you then that’s fine, Philippe should be able to relay me information from you guys.” The young silvertongue explained. Not that his bird seemed to mind. After all, the small he was the bigger his servings of ice cream became. He couldn’t quite enjoy the dessert as his true size, unless he had large amounts and that…frankly… was expensive. As much shit as he gave his witch, he wasn’t there to push him when it came to money. Corvus had worried enough over gold in his lifetime.
“But its fine. I’ve gotten pretty good at following Philippe’s lead.” He added, waving off the concern as they made their way back to the marketplace. After a beat of silence, he pipes up once more, “So, uh, you’re feeling a little better right? Your wrist I mean?” He’s quick to follow up with, “We can probably stop somewhere and buy a wrist band or something to help keep your wrist protected on the way back. There’s a pharmacy around here somewhere…” he added glancing around before pausing as Philippe stops him in his tracks before beginning to direct him to cross the street and go into an alleyway on the left. He begins to move before stopping himself, remembering he has a partner today and looking up at Parker. “Philippe’s got a route, but he hasn’t seen any dogs yet.” He explained.
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[attr="class","pwfbody"] "no. better there's two of us on the ground." as much as she wants to join her familiar, as much as she thinks that it would help the mission, she knows she'd be more useful on the ground. but she can't stop herself from looking up and watching nyla's form flutter over rooftops, head turning as she scouts for them. she touches her wrist absentmindedly and then shakes her head, readjusts her scarf around her neck.[break][break]
she jerks her head when he brings up her wrist again. "i told you. i'm fine," she snaps. the last thing she wants is to be babied because of corvus' incompetence. following that thought, she then attempts to console herself that he probably feels bad for having caused the wound in the first place. [break][break]
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she follows corvus into the alleyway, eyes and ears open for any sign of more dogs. "scratch the butcher's," she says. "there's a neighborhood near here that has a bit of a stray problem." she refrains from mentioning that it's her neighborhood, and that it would take them away from downtown sundial and into the seedier district, but regardless, that is where they're going to be more successful. [break][break]
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Corvus nodded in agreement. Four hands was better than two when it came to slippery pups. Especially if they were angry and feral and chompy. He wasn’t sure they would’ve been able to grab that many dogs if he’d been by himself, facing three very riled up dogs. “Oh, ok. Just checking.” He stated quickly as the ginger assured him brusquely she was fine. The street crossing is uneventful, and when he focuses he doesn’t hear the rowdiness of potential wild dogs. Philippe is silent as he has yet to see anything of interest.
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He’s not familiar with the path and as such he’s inclined to let Parker take the lead. “Oh, if you know a place go for it.” He pipes up, eyes glancing around the wide alleyway they found themselves in. The sounds of the marketplace seem even farther as they veered away from the event. He eyes puddles of leftover rainwater or…well he elected to believe it was rainwater. It’s quiet, but for their footsteps crunching dirt on broken and cracked concrete and the occasional sound of scuttling.
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Philippe reports in every few minutes repeating he has nothing of note until both witch and familiar hear it: a loud, obnoxious howl that pierces the weird neighborhood’s silence. The howl was deep, husky. “There! Let’s get it before someone else beats us to it.” He said, bright smile appearing as they seemed to find their next target.
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it had been almost noon by the time they'd embarked and now the sun sinks low in the sky. while she's more than capable of handling herself out on the streets, she'd rather not get caught in some of these areas after sundown. the missions posted in silvertongue's headquarters prove just how dangerous these areas can be.[break][break]
nyla sends her a fleeting message at the same time as corvus. she follows the sound of the howl, turning through the twisting backstreets with nyla's guidance. "up ahead. she says there's a couple of them." [break][break]
she reaches into her pocket to grab the doggy treats she'd stashed and rips the bag open. when she comes around the corner, she holds them out, though her jog slows to a stop as she takes in just how massive the two dogs in front of her are. they'd been tussling on the ground when she'd turned the corner and, had she been more privy to dog behaviors before this, would have recognized that they were play-fighting, but all she sees are their lips curled back, teeth exposed, fur raised. [break][break]
they take a step forward and she stumbles back. "u-uh, corvus, wait," she says and nearly trips when one of them starts sprinting at her. [break][break]
the ground slides out from under her heels and she lands on the ground hard. her heart seizes in her chest as she waits for its teeth to sink into her throat or tear at her face or something. only...it doesn't happen. she cracks her eyes open quickly enough to get an eyeful of wet tongue. and then she wheezes as the dog barks in her face and sits on her chest.
