Unwelcome -- but Welcome
I dabble a little in a lot of things — writing, webcomics, gaming, photography, web design, music, and more. I write code full-time and words in the gaps in between.
Harold skidded to a stop next to the girl, his mass and motion nearly carrying him over her. He stopped just in time, the tips of his front paws just touching the flesh of the girl's arm. She didn't react, didn't even flinch. Her eyes flickered to the mastiff, and her already slack expression became even more benign. Either she hadn't the will or the strength for self-preservation.
"Harold," I commanded again. The dog looked back at me, licking its chops - and plopped his rear end to the floor. Then he lunged forward and... gently licked the girl's face.
"Harold?" I queried. Again the mastiff looked back at me and actually whined a little sound that was quite unbecoming his breed. What do you know that I don't? I thought to myself.
I strode forward myself to tower over the prone figure of the girl. I looked down on her, taking her in from head to toe. Was she a shell or not? She had all the appearance of one, and yet there was an awareness to her that belied that assumption.
I would have to re-evaluate.
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Ohhh, You've had the man be so inquisitive. Hmmmm. Where to go from here.
- #4338 Posted 26 days ago
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