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pineslog2017-07-12 01:58 pm
girlexmachina) wrote in pineslog2017-07-12 01:58 pm
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(open) DOGGO
Who: Aloy and you
Where: Leaving the animal shelter, Aloy's yard, the park
When: July 10-12
What: ALOY GETS A DOG. Because serious roleplay.
Warnings: None. Unless you're scared of dogs. Then, dogs.
[Open]
July 10th
She's really not sure how this has happened.
There are no dogs where she's from. Presumably there were, once, but they're extinct, except perhaps in some genetic library somewhere, waiting to be revived. She remembers dogs with her false memories, of course, but that's not the same. Dogs are something strange and unfamiliar and maybe that's why she was in the animal shelter to begin with. To learn. To sort out why they were apparently so important, at one point. She was just looking.
Except there'd been a large and boisterous dog named Goliath, a Rhodesian ridgeback mix, who'd taken a liking to her, and then Aloy had found herself introduced, and suddenly she found herself agreeing to foster the dog, at least.
"It's just a few days." Aloy tells this to herself and to the dog as they leave, Goliath tugging on his leash, tail whipping back and forth in a frenzy of excitement. She herself has a backpack loaded up with supplies, dog food and treats and toys. "You shouldn't get too excited. It's just for a few days."
Goliath pays this no mind.
July 10-11
Aloy's home in Pines is small, of course, which a yard that isn't much bigger, and while there's a picket fence around it, that's probably not going to mean much to a large and energetic dog. She expected Goliath to run. He hasn't.
She sits on her front steps, making arrows out of bits of metal and straight branches and wire from the hardware store, filing edges where there needs to be edges and balancing them as well as she can, and she's had a lot of practice at this. Or at least, that's what she's trying to do. Goliath is much more interested in playing, running here and there and tearing into a stuffed duck with feigned violence, and then bringing it to Aloy hopefully.
"I'm not sure what you want me to do with that," she says, and Goliath licks her face, leaving her gasping in exasperation.
July 12
Okay. She's getting the hang of this dog ownership business. It's a friend thing. It's still only temporary, right? Aloy keeps telling herself that, but she's beginning to lose her resolve on that point. She's even starting to appreciate his friendly licks.
But he's a reasonably large animals, and he wants to run, so run he shall. Once in the park, Aloy takes off Goliath's leash, and after he's done running in crazy circles around her, too thrilled with the space to be polite, Aloy lifts the frisbee (a bright neon blue colour). Goliath barks, tongue flopping everywhere in his mouth.
"Sit. Sit!" He sits, reluctantly, still full of energy, and she throws the frisbee; Goliath is after it like a racehorse.
Where: Leaving the animal shelter, Aloy's yard, the park
When: July 10-12
What: ALOY GETS A DOG. Because serious roleplay.
Warnings: None. Unless you're scared of dogs. Then, dogs.
[Open]
July 10th
She's really not sure how this has happened.
There are no dogs where she's from. Presumably there were, once, but they're extinct, except perhaps in some genetic library somewhere, waiting to be revived. She remembers dogs with her false memories, of course, but that's not the same. Dogs are something strange and unfamiliar and maybe that's why she was in the animal shelter to begin with. To learn. To sort out why they were apparently so important, at one point. She was just looking.
Except there'd been a large and boisterous dog named Goliath, a Rhodesian ridgeback mix, who'd taken a liking to her, and then Aloy had found herself introduced, and suddenly she found herself agreeing to foster the dog, at least.
"It's just a few days." Aloy tells this to herself and to the dog as they leave, Goliath tugging on his leash, tail whipping back and forth in a frenzy of excitement. She herself has a backpack loaded up with supplies, dog food and treats and toys. "You shouldn't get too excited. It's just for a few days."
Goliath pays this no mind.
July 10-11
Aloy's home in Pines is small, of course, which a yard that isn't much bigger, and while there's a picket fence around it, that's probably not going to mean much to a large and energetic dog. She expected Goliath to run. He hasn't.
She sits on her front steps, making arrows out of bits of metal and straight branches and wire from the hardware store, filing edges where there needs to be edges and balancing them as well as she can, and she's had a lot of practice at this. Or at least, that's what she's trying to do. Goliath is much more interested in playing, running here and there and tearing into a stuffed duck with feigned violence, and then bringing it to Aloy hopefully.
"I'm not sure what you want me to do with that," she says, and Goliath licks her face, leaving her gasping in exasperation.
July 12
Okay. She's getting the hang of this dog ownership business. It's a friend thing. It's still only temporary, right? Aloy keeps telling herself that, but she's beginning to lose her resolve on that point. She's even starting to appreciate his friendly licks.
But he's a reasonably large animals, and he wants to run, so run he shall. Once in the park, Aloy takes off Goliath's leash, and after he's done running in crazy circles around her, too thrilled with the space to be polite, Aloy lifts the frisbee (a bright neon blue colour). Goliath barks, tongue flopping everywhere in his mouth.
"Sit. Sit!" He sits, reluctantly, still full of energy, and she throws the frisbee; Goliath is after it like a racehorse.