But That's My Sword! (Woof)

by **Blythe** on September 19th, 2011, 7:51 pm

Now where did that puppy get to? Blythe wondered as her stomach churned, and made an unpleasant grumbling sound. She smiled weakly as she raised her right hand and pressed it against her chest, trying to hold her hunger back as her eyes scanned the bamboo matt which lined the floor of the pavilion. The puppy was not there. Shrugging, Blythe strode across the bamboo matts, and nearly stumbled over Woof on the way out. "There you are!" Blythe exclaimed with a smile as several small wooden chips broke off the stick Woof was gnawing on. "Guess you didn't want to go inside after all," she commented as she lowered herself onto her knees and rested beside the puppy a moment.

Blythe waited a few seconds just to be sure she hadn't startled it, before she extended her right hand, and pressed it lightly against the space in-between Woof's ears. She allowed his fine white hairs to sink between the spaces that lingered from finger to finger, as she pet him while glancing up at the sky, taking note of the position of the sun. She supposed she had been out for several hours now, and was not at all surprised by the sounds her stomach had been producing. "Well little one," Blythe began, her voice soft. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your day. I'd stay longer, but am growing rather hungry, and should get back home to start cooking." With that, she slowly rose to her feet. "Perhaps we'll see each other around here sometime," she finished, before walking back out across the balk and heading home.

OOCFeel free to wrap up... and then we can plot our next adventure!

by **Woof** on September 22nd, 2011, 10:26 pm

Woof was lying minding his own business. Biting the stick he had found for the nice lady. When suddenly a lady stood in front of him and it sent a jerk of surprise down his body. His ice blue eyes looked up and there she was! The lady he had been looking for. He let out a small happy woof before biting into the stick again. That was when she did something surprising. Her gentle hand touched his head and petted him. Woof liked being petted. Nice people petted him often. Mean people didn't. Cause they were mean.

But Woof was less than happy when he heard a rumbling from her stomach. He looked up at her when she stood back up. Tilting his head when she spoke. He barked a simple farewell to the nice lady. He would remember her scent. Most definitely. He watched her walk away for some time. Contemplating to follow and get some food. But then the alluring stick bade him to bite into it and he happily obliged. Besides, the sun was excellent at that spot.

by **Cachet** on September 23rd, 2011, 12:34 pm

Blythe :

Woof :

Conclusion: An absolute pleasure to grade and read. Honestly reminds me of when my dogs were puppies. Absolutely adorable thread.
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