dog days are only starting

[quinientos]

WHO: Vasquez
WHERE: South Village, River
WHEN: February 7
OPEN TO: All!
WARNINGS: n/a

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If anyone had seen Vasquez when he'd been a wolf, it's only poetic justice that all of this is happening to him now.

Where before, he'd been the one to roam wild, not he's the one running. He'd opened the box in the north village, but almost instantly, the dog had been spooked by the kirin and had taken off, running and yipping (and probably terrified down to his little bones). He'd had a terrible moment of debating whether he should go after it before deciding that there were too many cruel things living in the shadows and no animal should be left to that.

Of course, what he didn't count on was how much of a fool he was going to look chasing after it, whistling after an animal that didn't even have a name. It's a good looking animal, one that he's seen herd sheep before, but running away like this means now Vasquez is the shepherd. He's already run back to the south village from the north and he looks it, panting and coughing (he really wants a smoke, too, but it's not the time).

He sees his chance when the animal is lapping up water at the stream. Chest heaving, he begins to creep up on it, ready to take his chance. He hunches over and tries to get all six-foot-four of him as close to the ground as he can, advancing until he's nearly on his knees. He readies himself, like a coil, and waits to spring forward.

Of course, his little dog decides he's all done with drinking, bounding away with a yip, right as Vasquez goes face-down into the stream, muttering and cursing. Sitting back, he swipes at his face and spits to the side, cursing in Spanish as he glares at the dog.

"You know, I could feed you to the kirin," he warns, even as the animal comes licking his cheek, like he's rubbing Vasquez's face in his idiocy. "Or the boar. Or any of the other animals."

Comments

[duel_wielding]

"It's not bad. It was what I always wanted to find, after the war ended. Never had a chance, being a fugitive."

See, he wouldn't turn you in, because here he is, owning that he's probably in a slightly similar position. He reaches out to stroke the little dog's head and then smiles as he moves away.

"You take care of that little pup and I hope we can find some horses or cattle or whatever for you."

[quinientos]

Vasquez nods and gives the dog a little scratch at his head, enjoying when it yips, even though he knows it's going to be a working dog, more than anything.

"Come north, sometime, and you can visit him," he offers, shaking off the rest of the water from his hair, as he heads off, already speaking to the dog in Spanish because he plans to teach him in this language.