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[Halloween event] - No dogs in the castle
Oct. 17th, 2017 07:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
antitemporalSerif liked last Halloween a lot better. He had wings, during that month. Sure they were tiny and fluffy and probably not meant for flying. But he kept at it, he worked hard, and he was able to kind of sort of hover by the end, just in time for the castle to take his nice wings away.
This time, he's all big and...fluffy. About the same size, but now with flesh and fur and other squishy stuff all surrounding his bones. Almost none of his clothes fit anymore, either. No rattling his bones to make his feelings known. Instead, he finds himself seized with the overwhelming urge to...bark? Whenever he wants to make his feelings known. It's a very loud noise. He'd never thought himself capable of making such a loud noise.
It's only due to very hazy, very distant memories that Serif even knows to call himself a "dog". And he's certainly never had cause to learn the word "puppy". At least he's the sort of puppy usually found back in the Underground, which means that two legs isn't much of a problem.
So even if this wasn't Serif's first choice, he's still determined to make the best of it. Even if his own fur occasionally makes him sneeze, at least he knows what sneezing feels like now. He's never wanted to eat meat before, but there's perpetually frozen hunks of some sort of meat down in the cellar whenever he wants them.
There's a child-sized white puppy in ill-fitting clothes around the palace this month, apparently just alternately enjoying and boggling at this thing called puppy life. He might literally bump into you as he goes tearing through the halls - my, it's amazing how fast you can run when you actually have muscles. Otherwise, you might find him barking at birds to watch them fly away, or else laying in the sun and chewing on a stick. Sometimes, he gives in to some ancient dog instinct and tries to figure out how to play fetch, even if he mostly only has himself to figure it out with. One-person fetch is not very fun, but Serif is a persistent child.
This time, he's all big and...fluffy. About the same size, but now with flesh and fur and other squishy stuff all surrounding his bones. Almost none of his clothes fit anymore, either. No rattling his bones to make his feelings known. Instead, he finds himself seized with the overwhelming urge to...bark? Whenever he wants to make his feelings known. It's a very loud noise. He'd never thought himself capable of making such a loud noise.
It's only due to very hazy, very distant memories that Serif even knows to call himself a "dog". And he's certainly never had cause to learn the word "puppy". At least he's the sort of puppy usually found back in the Underground, which means that two legs isn't much of a problem.
So even if this wasn't Serif's first choice, he's still determined to make the best of it. Even if his own fur occasionally makes him sneeze, at least he knows what sneezing feels like now. He's never wanted to eat meat before, but there's perpetually frozen hunks of some sort of meat down in the cellar whenever he wants them.
There's a child-sized white puppy in ill-fitting clothes around the palace this month, apparently just alternately enjoying and boggling at this thing called puppy life. He might literally bump into you as he goes tearing through the halls - my, it's amazing how fast you can run when you actually have muscles. Otherwise, you might find him barking at birds to watch them fly away, or else laying in the sun and chewing on a stick. Sometimes, he gives in to some ancient dog instinct and tries to figure out how to play fetch, even if he mostly only has himself to figure it out with. One-person fetch is not very fun, but Serif is a persistent child.