no dogs allowed [lucian]

'No dogs allowed.'

The tiny sign stationed in the window was hardly impeding to the canine-like creature who sniffed at it in some show of mock disdain, settling in low on his haunches in a brief attempt at comfort. However much a low whine was unbecoming his situation was unsightly, but a necessary evil or so the seller liked to impart. Said situation, was the dog stretched out much like a pet, but none of that approachableness you find in mundane animals, no; his was an unearthly aura. With the set of his wolfish muzzle and the sharpness of his eyes, he could fill the vastest of places with a swelling of fear sending everyone into a scattering of wild-eyed grief.

But...

Be a good dog. Thrummed raucously inside an often ignored hemisphere of his brain and he rolled his eyes with all the petulance of a small child to sink the thought. And so, it was with great apathy that he thumped his head upon his paws, tail arcing around his muzzle in an artless bid at privacy. Left to wait. Left to ponder tied to a fence beam at the shop's mouth while his person toiled inside.

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“You'll find that this mask is absolutely something that you will adore~” The happy man remarked in a sing-song voice. His hands caressed the woman's face. As if she was entranced with a man that truly wanted to deal something with her, she gave him the rupees needed and sent her on her way. A kiss of her hand, and the naïve woman left as soon as she had come. Placing on a jacket over his normal outfit, Lucian swiped his hair on the left back, before exiting straight behind his customer. Her voiced praised the heavens as she left. Laughing, the salesman covered his mouth, hiding a smirk. “God, she was dumb,” he whispered under his breath. Glancing down, he knew the damned fool was listening to him. “Wolfie, come back inside. It seems that no one's here.” He yawned. Blinking his eyes, he motioned him to come in. “Or would you rather stay outside and scare the children? Up to you, doggie.” His amber eyes glanced down into the Twili beasts one. They had a mutual agreement. Whether or not Lucian always kept to it, that was another story. Noticing the furry fiend still had a rope on him, Lucian crouched down, his fingers caressing the twine. Taking a small metal object, he cut it, allowing the wolf-thing to move. murk™ @ares 'Zzz'

He took in a deep mouthful of market air with the low vivacity of a hum corroding his throat he slumped lower into his paws, of course he sighed with the blank irony of it all; there were no animals allowed in the shop adjacent Lucian's own quarters. And being left to his own devices, but then being manacled to a post didn't really boast much in terms of options. And so he waited; patiently, passively, maybe even some modicum of obedience was summoned into his outlook as time ticked on honeyed by the tedium that hung in the town alley. He let his lethargy become him as the dog uttered a whiny grumble that may or may not have stemmed from a sudden desire to sleep off the wait.

Cracking an eye open, the Twili fixed a petulant gaze on the salesman in one sidelong sweep and then to the lady warbling away about her new 'purchase'. "I'm not the one who tied me to this post... remember. That was you." Nevertheless, the blueish wolf rose in a great arc, eager to clear the post-bound ache from his bones; cracking his frame until a satisfying c l i c k set him at ease as everything realigned. "It's finally nice outside..." The Twili, once untethered with a swift slice from Lucian's carving knife; padded forward disappointed, his apathetic expression creeping down into a pout; before he followed the man into the familiar confines of his shop, scrambling up onto a chair in the corner for a better vantage point. "What's the point of keeping me outside if you only have an unfortunate soul such as that for a customer?"



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Cracked Facades

tags: @ares

Word count: 227

notes: :3

His back became tense at the questioning that the wolf-thing called Keros mentioned to him. His craving knife went back into its sheath in his back pocket. Clicking his teeth, Lucian pet his companion's fur as he listened to him. “Some of those sad-excuses of customers don't exactly like dogs. And... they also...” The mask salesman’s attention was focused at the masks on the table. “Are the ones that help us get food on the table instead of going out hunting.” His fingers found Keros' ears, tugging at them slightly before rubbing the small tuffet of fur behind it.

How the two had come into contact with each other was odd, that was for sure. But as much as the two could conflict on ideas, or rather situations, their companionship was fairly decent considering the predicaments both where in. Keros, his more self-made than anything. And Lucian, his prized mask stolen and needed help.

“Wait...” Lucian grabbed Keros' head, pouting his lips while they were inside. “Are you getting so used to being a doggie, that...you are becoming one with your doggie form?” A mischievous grin plastered the man's face before he danced back and landed on the couch he managed to buy that also served as his bed. The confines of his shop was a fairly organized mess, masks everywhere except a few key places.

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