[who let the dogs out?]

[majorlyugh]

WHO: Major Lilywhite
WHERE: Major/Ravi's cabin, around the village
WHEN: Mid-October
OPEN TO: All, specific starter for Ravi
WARNINGS: PUPPIES.

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Major had been lured outside by the sound of whimpering. Every ounce of softness and kindness he'd ever held in his body had been tingling like a small fire, spreading over the expanse of his body from head to toe at the sound. When he had opened the door, two boxes were sitting side-by-side on the porch - one about half the size of the other and, to his surprise, moving around like one of those fake ferret toys for cats, the kind that's glued to a mechanical ball that moves around.

Only a little less erratic.

He took the stationary box in first, setting it off to the side of the living room, before returning to get the one that had now seemed to calm down a little bit. As he lifted it, there was a quiet yelp from the inside, and Major knew in an instant what the mystery box's contents were, without having to remove the lid.

He sets the box down in the middle of the living room, carefully lifting up the cover to reveal the small, Basset Hound puppy gazing up at him inside. At the sight of his face, it lets out another yelp, this one happier but still pleading, and tries to stand on its hind legs to see outside the open top of the box. It doesn't quite have the hang of what it means to be coordinated yet, and so it tumbles backwards, causing a very loud "AWW!!" to come rushing out of Major's mouth.

He reaches inside, carefully scooping the puppy up in his arms. Once near enough, it begins to lick his face and squirm around in his grip. As Major's trying to check the box for any other dog-related items, the puppy manages to wiggle its way out of his arms and, before he can manage to do anything to stop it, runs straight out of the door that Major's foolishly left open by mistake.

He opens his mouth to shout a name, but realizes he doesn't have one at the ready, so he shouts the only thing he can think of:

"HEY! ... HEY YOU! COME BACK!" as he scrambles to his feet and out the door, chasing after the bounding, long-eared puppy.

Comments

.for ravi. (or, when major remembers to close the god damned door)

[majorlyugh]

Major's brought in the strange mystery box, completely ignoring the second one that's still off to the side. That one isn't moving around like it's got Mexican Jumping Beans inside, so it doesn't seem as dire or in immediate need of attention the way this one does.

After lifting off the lid and setting it on the ground, Major reaches inside, carefully scooping the puppy up in his arms. Once near enough, it begins to lick his face and squirm around in his grip. As Major's trying to check the box for any other dog-related items, the puppy manages to wiggle its way out of his arms and makes a bee-line for the door.

"HA! It's closed!" Major shouts as he quickly scurries after the pile of fur, securing it in his cradling arms again. The puppy looks up at him as though upset its plans have been foiled, but lets out a quiet groan to show that it's willing to comply. At least for now.

"RAVI!" he exclaims, walking from the living room to the kitchen. "RAVI! THE STORK CAME AND LEFT US A PRESENT. IF WE HAD ANY RESERVATIONS BEFORE, WE NOW HAVE TO BE IN A COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP TO PARENT A SMALL, LIVING CREATURE."

[the_scandal_of_italy]

It was her good fortune that she was crossing along the path just by Major's home. There was a sudden brown flash and then the feel of something small colliding against her skirts. Lucrezia looked down in shock, kneeling as she heard the poor creature whining, its tail wagging excitedly.

"Hello there," she murmured, kneeling so that she could pet it properly. "What are you doing out here alone?" The sudden cry and appearance of Major was all she needed to put the pieces together. "You should be more careful. He might have run to the woods alone." He was so small, the thought of him getting lost was heartbreaking.

"What's his name?"

[unmakeme]

He's not screaming at her. He can't be. She doesn't know him, so he can't be calling her back to anywhere. Barely half a second later, she sees a small puppy come running down the road, previously hidden by some low brambles. So he's chasing the dog. Good for him.

Except now he's seen her, and he knows that she's seen him, and this town is too damn small. So this is what they're doing. They're hunting a puppy.

Natasha slips her backpack off her shoulder, leaving it near the side of the road. She takes the few steps into the middle of the packed dirt, right into the path of the puppy. If she's very lucky, the man will chase the little thing right to her, and if she's very still until it gets even with her, she should be able to grab it.

[babyhunter]

Clary really hated this place. Izzy was gone and she was stuck in the Red Versus Blue canyon alone. Okay, she wasn't completely alone but she didn't have anyone from home, anyone to talk about her new Shadowhunter life. There was a long list of people that she missed and she doubted that she'd see them again.

Working out and training was a way to channel some of that frustration. Today she was dressed in black yoga pants with one of Isabelle's purple sports bra's. She was showing more skin than she liked but these were Izzy's and it made her feel a little bit closer to her lost friend. She was swinging around a machete and shifting through the forms that Jace had taught her.

It wasn't doing a great job of distracting her. What did distract her was the most adorable puppy running towards her. Clary dropped the sword and ran to meet the basset hound. She dropped to her knees and gathered the puppy into her arms to give him all the affection that he desired. This was exactly what she needed.

Her head turned up when she noticed that Major 'hippie parents' Lilywhite was running after him. "Lost something?" She asked with a grin. Yup, she has commandeered your puppy.

[3ofswords]

Sometimes, Kira swears the canyon comes with a must love dogs stipulation. And the dogs must love dogs also, Aurora gone from his side in a flash when she smells a new friend. Between her innate friendliness and his innate lack of a shit where she runs off to, he's lucky he hasn't been saddled with a litter of puppies.

That burden falls on someone else, apparently.

The little hound is all wrinkles and ears, appealing and ugly in the way most actual babies are. Even Kira has to drop to a weary knee and get a hand on surprisingly clean fur, if only to crowd his considerably larger dog away from rolling the thing over eight times in greeting. "Someone must be taking good care of you," he says gently.

Major, when he arrives, is a bombastic spark at the edge of Kira's amplifying powers before he's a person, crashing through weeds, shouting for a puppy. All Kira can do is let it wash over him, swallow any immediate reaction, and call, "He's over here," when there's a lull in the search.

Early October! --- I HAD TO FIND A PICTURE!

[scepterschild]

Arado was running around outside of the house when he caught the scent of a new puppy. Without telling Wanda or any other residence of the house, Arado went bounding off towards the new smell. His path twisted and turned until he found the young basset hound at the end of it. A puppy! Someone to share the wisdom that he had gained from his months in the village.

Or someone to play with.

Arado barked at the puppy and went running over, his tail wagging happily at the new addition to the village. No one else looked to be around though Major might recognize the puppy that he had met close to his arrival and the home that it belonged too.

"BARK!"

Oh shall we?

[pretendtoneedme]

Clint's apparently been up early to get in some hunting; most of the village hunters go out during the day, which makes sense since they need to be able to see what they're aiming at and not risk breaking their necks by tripping over a tree root or something, but he's got a suspicion that at least some of the animals in the forest are aware of the routine by now and are hiding during peak hunting hours. Whether that's true or not, his eyesight is good enough that going out in the early hours isn't nearly the risk to his own neck as it is to others, and he has indeed brought down a few rabbits, which are already gutted and tied in a line with an improvised string made of the inner parts of some reeds. He's hoping some day soon, he'll get a young buck. The bow he's carrying and the makeshift quiver slung across his back are fairly commonplace in the village, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's a comforting sight.

Especially not when a fuzzy ball of brown wrinkles and long ears tries to clumsily shoot across his path, causing him to stop suddenly and Arado to stand at attention and bark. The silver-grey dog is almost full grown at eight months old and under all that fur it's hard to see how he's still slightly "unfinished" in the way of a gangly teenager, but the basset hound puppy is still small, slightly uncoordinated, and has short legs. Even as the puppy flops past Clint, he's saying a word and Arado, still barking, is sprinting off to the left to block his path. The puppy tries to veer off to the right but Clint drops the bow and lunges forward, grabbing the puppy by the back of the neck and easily lifting him from the ground in a way that looks a lot more uncomfortable for the dog than it really is. "Where's your owner?"