Post by Charmyte on Sept 25, 2010 12:09:24 GMT -5
Charmyte continued walking alongside the sisters as he heard the splash of puddles behind them. "Oh, no. That can't be them, can it?" he muttered to himself. But his worry alleviated as the unknown follower spoke. Charmyte knew how the hounds spoke, and that wasn't it. He saw a dog trotting up to them, acting very friendly, Charmyte had no need to worry.
Charmyte struggled to think of an answer to the dog's question. Oh, nothing really. Just running from the people who forcibly made me fight or be slaughtered for meat. "Erm, not much."
Charmyte listened as the three talked, confused about the whole situation, and tried to distance himself out of thought that things could get ugly; all arguments ended badly when he was around. As he backed up, he narrowly missed being slid into by yet another dog, it instead sliding into Poppy.
"You okay Pop-" Charmyte tried to ask before he was, again, interrupted by argument between the sisters. Charmyte tried to ignore their bickering, but noticing that they had noticed something behind a barrel.
Charmyte slowly slid himself over to the two dogs whom had arrived the latest. "So....are they always arguing like this?"
Just as Charmyte thought things would calm down, a doberman appeared from behind the barrel, claiming to be a 'hell hound' and that he was after them. Charmyte sighed, and then chuckled a moment. "Whether it is New Orleans or San Fran, they keep doing this." he spoke under his breath as he walked toward the doberman. Even though the doberman showed aggression, Charmyte knew that there was no real danger: the eyes were giving it away.
"Silly, silly Doberman." Charmyte spoke as he approached the doberman, trying to contain his laughter. "Belladonna? Really? I've heard sillier names in the slums!" Charmyte was chuckling quite a bit now, he found the silly stories ridiculous and humorous. "Ooh, you're too great. A hell hound, hehe. You're quite a thinker of fiction, you are."
(OOC - 'Charmyte' doesn't believe any mumbo jumbo about Belladonna and Annabelle. He's down to earth. And he never shall. ... By sayin that, I can almost predict what'll happen next)
Charmyte struggled to think of an answer to the dog's question. Oh, nothing really. Just running from the people who forcibly made me fight or be slaughtered for meat. "Erm, not much."
Charmyte listened as the three talked, confused about the whole situation, and tried to distance himself out of thought that things could get ugly; all arguments ended badly when he was around. As he backed up, he narrowly missed being slid into by yet another dog, it instead sliding into Poppy.
"You okay Pop-" Charmyte tried to ask before he was, again, interrupted by argument between the sisters. Charmyte tried to ignore their bickering, but noticing that they had noticed something behind a barrel.
Charmyte slowly slid himself over to the two dogs whom had arrived the latest. "So....are they always arguing like this?"
Just as Charmyte thought things would calm down, a doberman appeared from behind the barrel, claiming to be a 'hell hound' and that he was after them. Charmyte sighed, and then chuckled a moment. "Whether it is New Orleans or San Fran, they keep doing this." he spoke under his breath as he walked toward the doberman. Even though the doberman showed aggression, Charmyte knew that there was no real danger: the eyes were giving it away.
"Silly, silly Doberman." Charmyte spoke as he approached the doberman, trying to contain his laughter. "Belladonna? Really? I've heard sillier names in the slums!" Charmyte was chuckling quite a bit now, he found the silly stories ridiculous and humorous. "Ooh, you're too great. A hell hound, hehe. You're quite a thinker of fiction, you are."
(OOC - 'Charmyte' doesn't believe any mumbo jumbo about Belladonna and Annabelle. He's down to earth. And he never shall. ... By sayin that, I can almost predict what'll happen next)