Post by ev on Dec 8, 2010 7:40:57 GMT 10
To: Elven
Message: Hope this is all you wanted! (and a little bit )
From: ev
Title: The Greater Good
Rating:PG
Wishlist Item: #5 Animal point of view, the sparrows or Jump or Faithful or something like that.
Summary: In Achoo's mind
Notes: Hope you like!
*****
"Achoo, bau."
Achoo's ears perk, her mind registered Beka's words.
Sniff. Slightly damp and wrinkled. Very musky… cellars. Wine and spirits. That sickening metallic scent of dried blood.
Achoo Curlypaws stuck her nose up, waving it back and forth, noting for any of these characteristics of this soiled tunic in the air.
Beka watched with sadness and amazement and some curiosity as Achoo led her to yet another bar. She was, as always, amazed that she could so easily sniff through the air. But these days, the Cesspool was especially suffering after the colemongering and increase in prices for food and almost anything. More and more people were resorting to booze to forget about their hard sought after lives.
Sarden fools. Achoo would say she was proud of herself for not having to drink anything yucky.
Here we are. Achoo yielded at the entrance of a tavern sending a
glance back at Beka.
"Achoo, maji!"
Achoo tensed, knowing instinctively that this might not end very well, like the last pub fight. But go means go.
Achoo padded into the tavern, waving her nose, feeling Beka's presence behind her.
Achoo felt a growing excitement in her heart, the same adrenaline rush as she got when she helped take down any other person.
Achoo gallops over to the mot, taking bite of her shirt. The burly lady shrieks, Beka shouts, "Berhenti! Berhenti!"
Achoo let out a low growl, but does as Beka says. First she tells me to move, and then to down right stop? Pox rot her, it must be more of that cove giving her trouble.
"Miss, I have reason to believe that you are abusing alcohol and
beating your children."
"I have done nothin' of the sort, Dog!" The lady sneered, spitting
alcohol everywhere. "And get this mangy beast away from me!"
"This is the best Dog in all of Corus, miss! I wouldn't fare well, if I was to get her upset."
And at that, the lady streaked through the bar, rustling up people in her way.
Achoo was expecting that of the mot. She let out a bark, it sounded
like a mix of a growl and shout of elation. She was right on the mot,
now she was just playing with her. Achoo let out one last growl before stretching herself out and biting on to the mot's shirt end. Beka is close behind; she races up and smacks the mot in the shins, she bends over, and is hit on the butt, leaving her in a tumbling heap. She scrambles to her feet, sputtering, "I've got some coins! Here, here, just leave me be!" she quickly shoves the money into Beka's hand, and starts to run off, but Beka slides in front of her, coolly slipping her baton right in front of the mot's feet. She trips over the baton, and Beka hobbles her. Tunstall jogs over to Beka. "Nice job, Beka! You too, Curlypaws."
Achoo yips, Beka groans. "Let's just bring this mot in and celebrate
after. Tunstall agrees, patting his bottomless pit.
The two enjoy a leg of lamb, garnished with a couple of tasty smelling herbs and a bowl of mushroom chowder.
Beka gave Achoo some scraps and chunks of meat fat, and then she led her back home.
"Okay, Achoo. I have to have a talk with Rosto soon." Beka keeps
rambling, not knowing that Achoo was listening intently.
Two knocks. Achoo could tell they were of an impatient cove. Most likely that cove who was getting Beka all antsy and confusing earlier that day.
"Well looks like that's him." she rushes to the door opening it up.
Rosto the Piper. Yup.
"Hi, Rosto."
"I'm sorry about last —"
"No you had the right to be mad about me and —"
"Well it's not like I had the right at all —"
They both just stopped, noticing that they were both trailing off in
their words. Beka closes the door behind her.
Achoo blushes. Throughout her whole life as a scent-hound, she has smelled everything, from that revolting, white baby puke to the
bloodiest tragedies. And throughout her life, she has never forgotten any of the smells she had had to pick up. Walking down a street in the Cesspool, Achoo could sniff out a fresh baby's bottom, salty tears, hot pasties; she could even detect the rank stench of envy, or the occasional whiff of complete and utter surprise.
Achoo blushes, but sits up a little straighter. Pounce is away for the time being, but Achoo is still here. Achoo smells the heat of the moment and a long hidden passion. She is ready to intervene if Beka makes the same rash mistake as she did with Dale.
Beka isn't the only one that looks out for the greater good.
Message: Hope this is all you wanted! (and a little bit )
From: ev
Title: The Greater Good
Rating:PG
Wishlist Item: #5 Animal point of view, the sparrows or Jump or Faithful or something like that.
Summary: In Achoo's mind
Notes: Hope you like!
*****
"Achoo, bau."
Achoo's ears perk, her mind registered Beka's words.
Sniff. Slightly damp and wrinkled. Very musky… cellars. Wine and spirits. That sickening metallic scent of dried blood.
Achoo Curlypaws stuck her nose up, waving it back and forth, noting for any of these characteristics of this soiled tunic in the air.
Beka watched with sadness and amazement and some curiosity as Achoo led her to yet another bar. She was, as always, amazed that she could so easily sniff through the air. But these days, the Cesspool was especially suffering after the colemongering and increase in prices for food and almost anything. More and more people were resorting to booze to forget about their hard sought after lives.
Sarden fools. Achoo would say she was proud of herself for not having to drink anything yucky.
Here we are. Achoo yielded at the entrance of a tavern sending a
glance back at Beka.
"Achoo, maji!"
Achoo tensed, knowing instinctively that this might not end very well, like the last pub fight. But go means go.
Achoo padded into the tavern, waving her nose, feeling Beka's presence behind her.
Achoo felt a growing excitement in her heart, the same adrenaline rush as she got when she helped take down any other person.
Achoo gallops over to the mot, taking bite of her shirt. The burly lady shrieks, Beka shouts, "Berhenti! Berhenti!"
Achoo let out a low growl, but does as Beka says. First she tells me to move, and then to down right stop? Pox rot her, it must be more of that cove giving her trouble.
"Miss, I have reason to believe that you are abusing alcohol and
beating your children."
"I have done nothin' of the sort, Dog!" The lady sneered, spitting
alcohol everywhere. "And get this mangy beast away from me!"
"This is the best Dog in all of Corus, miss! I wouldn't fare well, if I was to get her upset."
And at that, the lady streaked through the bar, rustling up people in her way.
Achoo was expecting that of the mot. She let out a bark, it sounded
like a mix of a growl and shout of elation. She was right on the mot,
now she was just playing with her. Achoo let out one last growl before stretching herself out and biting on to the mot's shirt end. Beka is close behind; she races up and smacks the mot in the shins, she bends over, and is hit on the butt, leaving her in a tumbling heap. She scrambles to her feet, sputtering, "I've got some coins! Here, here, just leave me be!" she quickly shoves the money into Beka's hand, and starts to run off, but Beka slides in front of her, coolly slipping her baton right in front of the mot's feet. She trips over the baton, and Beka hobbles her. Tunstall jogs over to Beka. "Nice job, Beka! You too, Curlypaws."
Achoo yips, Beka groans. "Let's just bring this mot in and celebrate
after. Tunstall agrees, patting his bottomless pit.
The two enjoy a leg of lamb, garnished with a couple of tasty smelling herbs and a bowl of mushroom chowder.
Beka gave Achoo some scraps and chunks of meat fat, and then she led her back home.
"Okay, Achoo. I have to have a talk with Rosto soon." Beka keeps
rambling, not knowing that Achoo was listening intently.
Two knocks. Achoo could tell they were of an impatient cove. Most likely that cove who was getting Beka all antsy and confusing earlier that day.
"Well looks like that's him." she rushes to the door opening it up.
Rosto the Piper. Yup.
"Hi, Rosto."
"I'm sorry about last —"
"No you had the right to be mad about me and —"
"Well it's not like I had the right at all —"
They both just stopped, noticing that they were both trailing off in
their words. Beka closes the door behind her.
Achoo blushes. Throughout her whole life as a scent-hound, she has smelled everything, from that revolting, white baby puke to the
bloodiest tragedies. And throughout her life, she has never forgotten any of the smells she had had to pick up. Walking down a street in the Cesspool, Achoo could sniff out a fresh baby's bottom, salty tears, hot pasties; she could even detect the rank stench of envy, or the occasional whiff of complete and utter surprise.
Achoo blushes, but sits up a little straighter. Pounce is away for the time being, but Achoo is still here. Achoo smells the heat of the moment and a long hidden passion. She is ready to intervene if Beka makes the same rash mistake as she did with Dale.
Beka isn't the only one that looks out for the greater good.