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Post by Orfeo on Jul 7, 2017 0:49:36 GMT -5
(( Ventia.)) "Puppies!" exclaimed Aldo, his excitement matched by the equal barking of dozens of dogs, all awake and greeting him as he slowly made his rounds cage by cage, bringing them food showing each individual one an amount of affection that he'd never given even to another person as a wide grin was plastered on his face. He simply couldn't help himself. His love for these creatures knew no bounds and it helped to know that at the very least he was helping to give the love that they desperately needed. His eyes carefully studied each of the dogs, making sure that they were still healthy looking and calling them out by name as he saw them, names which he had memorized from the moment he had arrived. This was good, he mused as he made it toward the back of the room. It kept him busy while his brother was away and at the very least it was something he could enjoy. The shelter wasn't much compared to others, and the low budged meant that unfortunately they had to take... steps so that they could stay afloat and keep provided for the animals. He didn't dwell on that too much. It was a compound of two buildings, the main one and smaller one being the front entrance and lobby, which was connected to the rear by the much larger squat building lined with rows of cages where they housed all the animals. Simple but it got the job done most of the time. It's location close to his home made it ideal for him as well. "Ori," he said in a clear voice, though this one much lower as he finally reached a rather isolated cage. Whereas most other dogs had companions, this one lay alone in an absurdly large cage, glaring at him with eyes that could kill and growling deeply under its breath as Aldo slowly approached the cage door. Aldo knelt down and pushed some of his curled hair away from his eyes, tucking it behind his right ear as he leaned in closer to the cage to get a better look at the wolf mix hybrid. "How you doing today, pal?" The wolf's growls only deepened as it slowly stood up and backed up slightly against the wall away from Aldo, causing the man to frown slightly. "Oh, yeah, I know." He said lightly. "It's kind of a shitty place, but you know it's for your own good right now." He smiled, ignoring the now much louder snarling and barking. "You're looking a lot healthier too, boy. Finally starting to get some meat on those bones, huh?" The wolf dashed forward, slamming its head hard against the iron bars as it snarled, barked, and snapped in attempts to get at Aldo's face. The man fell back with a small yelp, eyes wide, before finding himself in a small fit of laughter. "One day, Ori. One day." He took a pole and slowly pushed Ori's food in before standing to stretch out and tend to the rest of the animals, checking the time to see that he still had a good half hour before he had to officially open the shelter for visits. ~*~*~*~*~ Aldo yawned as he leaned against the counter of the front desk, tugging the black jacket he wore over his green shirt closer to his body as the air conditioning of the room chilled him down once again. Another slow day, hours after opening up, with no adoptions. On a Sunday though? It was to be expected. That's why they were basically running on a skeleton crew of him and two other people. His eyes fell on the calendar hidden from public view and he sighed as he looked at Ori's name, written and crossed out and written again all throughout the month until at last his name was written down in bold black letters at the last day of the month. The words no more exemptions was written beside Ori's name, causing a chill to go down Aldo's spine. He loved this, but hated it too. Just a few more days and... Aldo's eyes closed and he shook the thought away. At least it wasn't now.
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Post by Ventia on Jul 9, 2017 1:56:29 GMT -5
A black cat balanced himself on the tree branch, claws curled over the branch, his tail swinging back and worth, occasionally making leaves drift down towards the sidewalk. His electric blue eyes were staring into one of the high windows of the building by the window, watching the wolf.
So this was Fallyn's ex fiancé, Bram mused as he stared. It had taken him a while to track a certain Heathen Taryn down. He had been led to this shelter, with a certain half wolf half dog hybrid being the closest match. Closest. Bram wasn't all too sure if this was her man.
Each evening made him wonder more and more. He wanted it to be Heathen. Wanted to fuck with Freya once more. Wanted to see if any pain crossed Fallyn Caine's body. Wanted to see if he could make Fallyn resurface with her fiancé' death.
Freya would hate it. Bram's smiled, his whiskers brushing against his ears, even as a murderous look filled the cat's eyes. He stood up on his paws, his tail now straight as he walked down the branch, feeling the tree slump just a little with his added weight. With nimble legs, Bram walked from tree branch to tree branch until he dropped down to the sidewalk.
A man turned the corner, his wavy and thick black hair was put up in a ponytail and he had dark shades on that hid his bright eyes. A white wife beater shirt that was snug against his body, along with loose jeans on his hips. He wore brown boots that had stains on the leather by the toes, and a black belt.
His skin was almost soft looking despite the showcase of muscle cutting through his skin. His lips were curled in a smile, a backpack suddenly materializing on his back, before he walked deeper into the building, now closer to the cameras that littered the area.
Bram watched the man through the clear windows of the shelter, wondering briefly just what was on his mind. Of course, he could use magic to tell but what would be the fun in that. He pulled the handle of the door, hearing the jingle of the bells, and then slowly pulled off the shades, hanging them on his shirt.
"Good evening." Bram said politely as he moved towards the front desk, glancing at the calendar that was still in the worker's hand. His eyes drifted towards the name tag, and he glanced back at the calendar.
"I was wondering if I could take a look at the dogs that have gotten on the death roll list?" He asked poilitely, letting a shade of complicated emotions fill and dull his electric blue gaze.
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Post by Orfeo on Jul 9, 2017 4:29:45 GMT -5
He'd drifted off into his own thoughts, hardly noticing the approaching figure until a familiar bell cheerfully marked the arrival of somebody. Aldo very quickly lifted his chin off his hand and stood up a little straighter, quickly looking around himself to make sure that the man was addressing him. Seeing as he was the only other person in the room, Aldo looked back to the man and gave him a wide and genuine smile. "Hello there!" he replied, happy to have somebody to talk to, and even more happy when he heard the reason for the man's visit. "Oh, well, sure! Just give me a moment here to-"
Aldo trailed off, moving around papers on the desk until at last he came across a rather short list of about eight different dogs, all of them slated to be put down sometime in the coming month. Though he hated to keep something like that around, moments like this one made him glad that he was meticulous when it came to keeping records on things. All the dogs seemed to be in the same holding area, so at the very least there wouldn't be too much walking back and forth. "Here it is. We have about eight dogs scheduled to be put down soon. Shame, too. A lot of them are genuinely the nicest things you'll ever see." Aldo scratched the back of his head as he reached for a clipboard with a roster tacked to it, a list that was empty of names for that day. "I'm just going to need you to sign in here. Name, phone number, email address. The works."
Once that was out of the way, Aldo took the clipboard back and stepped out of the desk, talking as he did. "It will probably get a little loud in there. They all get super excited whenever someone new shows up. You said death roll, right? Well, they should all be down this way." He lead the man down a small hallway toward a locked door, which he quickly pulled open after a turn of a key he had, leading the two of them into a much larger room lined with kennels. Aldo couldn't help but smile to himself as the familiar excitable barking drowned out his voice for a couple of seconds until he adjusted by speaking a little louder.
"Of course we keep them together, even when on deathroll. We don't really like putting them down, but we don't have much of a choice. This shelter only has such a budget and when nobody wants to adopt, well," Aldo shrugged his shoulders. No need to describe the obvious, right?
He slowly took the man down the list, showcasing every dog, stopping whenever he wanted to stop and doing his best to answer whatever questions he may have. Every dog was vaccinated, regular health checkups, doing their best to keep them happy and safe and well fed. It all felt like a breeze, really, until at last they got toward the very back of the room. Aldo paused for a second, sighing as his eyes locked with the all too familiar gaze that stared at him with distrust and anger. He could hear the growl and snarl coming before it even happened. Such was the procedure.
"Well, this one?" he nudged in the direction of the unusually large canine, whose coat looked slightly dirty and who immediately stood on alert, "His name is Ori. He's one of those wolf mixes that you hear about. Poor guy was all skin and bones and fleas when we found him. A couple more days out there and I guarantee he'd be dead. Thankfully, as you can see, he's got some more meat to his bone and is looking pretty darn healthy. Isn't the right, Ori?"
The wolf replied with a snarl and a loud bark, slowly backing up into the wall with its ears pulled back and body low to the ground, legs tensing up as if ready to pounce the moment it had the chance to do so. It turned to look at the other man and instinctively the wolf pushed off and slammed its head against the iron bars, wracking the kennel, doing so twice with a dangerous snarl before slowly backing away from the bars, back up against the wall once more. It's brown eyes narrowed down into a glare as it finally forced itself to quiet down. The wolf, never cutting gaze from either of the men, began pacing back and forth anxiously.
"Needless to say," continued Aldo after having observed the display of aggression, pushing away some hair from in front on his eyes, then running a couple of fingers across his scalp, scratching lightly, "Ori's going to bite if he gets the chance. Probably do worse, really. I don't know if it's hate, or a lack of trust, or maybe just some of both. But I've never seen a creature so hellbent on trying to attack somebody. He was actually slated to be put down weeks ago, but... well, I've got a soft spot for the guy. Been paying for his maintenance out of my own pocket, trying to get through to him, make him a little more friendly. Nothing's really worked but there's no sense in not trying, right?"
Aldo straightened out more and sighed. "Well, anyway, that's all of them really. Unless you'd like to see some of the others we have that aren't scheduled to be put down. The room over has some really awesome dogs, real friendly like."
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Post by Ventia on Sept 22, 2017 18:30:43 GMT -5
"Oh, please, take your time." Was Bram's polite reply, waiting until he was handed the clipboard. He plucked the pen that was left on the desk and wrote down one of his alias-Derek Howling, with his address being one of the small townhouses only a few miles out of here and his phone number. His handwriting was very fine with a slight curve towards the end of a few letters. Distinctively Bram's. He handed the clipboard back to the man, his blue eyes observing everything and storing it for later. Who knew. Maybe one day Bram would have to impersonate this man or one like him.
He glanced once at the key and laughed just a little under his breath. "Excited dogs are just adorable-however, I am interested in those who are in the red. I have a..." He paused, trying to think of what Freya was for him..."girl," he finished with the faintest curve of his lips, "who just loves saving strays from death and making them loveable. I thought I could do the same thing." It was sort of correct, he mused. Freya was such a interesting woman and now...now he would make this all the more interesting.
He walked with the man even though his nose already told him that none of them were the wolf. Oh but there was a wolf in here. He could smell the little mutt. Bram walked down the kennels, hearing a few dominate and intelligent predators begin to lowly growl at his true scent. He let the smile seem like just any other human admiring the dogs, but when the boy wasnt looking, his eyes would narrow and lock-if only briefly-at those lowly mutts until they ceased their foolish growling.
"Ori?" He asked with real interest and actually laughed when the wolf head rammed the iron bars. Interesting. Even if he wasnt Heathen Taryn-Bram could work with such a beast as him. "Its alright, there are such things as muzzles and a bit of blood never hurt anyone." Bram said coolly, walking closer to the kennel-more than Aldo dared, and then Bram crouched just a few inches away from the bars.
Now was the real test. He eased the book bag carefully off his shoulder-his movements nice and slow, letting the mutt see exactly what he was doing. With the bag now in front of his thighs, Bram unziped it with calm fingers despite the wolf's behavior and slowly pulled out the first item. It was a small picture-palm size and the person it showed...no other than Freya.
Freya not Fallyn-but he wouldnt know about that. He would see Fallyn and if this wolf was Heathen-there would be a reaction.
"Ori was it? You look quite similar. How about you stop pacing around and look at this picture, hmm? Does she look familar?" He flipped the picture and held it just beyond the bars. It was a old picture of Freya, when she had just woken up from her years long coma. Her cheeks were hallow, the hospital gown swallowed her up, and her skin looked too pale for comfort...but her hair...was still the most prettiest shade of red. The picture had been taken too far to see her eyes but one would only need to see her hair to know she was the real thing.
"Does she look familiar to you?" He asked, a little eager to see the wolf's reaction. He wagged the photo in front of the kennel and then glanced down at the bag, where a thick strand of red hair was among a few other objects, a leash, collar, muzzle, and some snacks.
He glanced up at Aldo, "No, I think I like Ori as much as you do, sir."
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Post by Orfeo on Sept 23, 2017 2:01:08 GMT -5
"A bit of blood might have never hurt anyone, but Ori's got a taste for it. Don't doubt that." He blinked, scratched at his arm, and smiled slightly. Aldo really didn't pay much mind to the whole picture thing. He'd seen plenty of people do stranger things when it came to interacting with the dogs, showing them a picture was pretty low on his stuff to watch out for. Beside, his attention had been briefly pulled away toward another dog vying for a few moments of care. He didn't look back until after Derek had let him know that he was interested in Ori.
The familiarity of the picture finally shut the wolf up, even if it only had been for just a couple of seconds. It stared at the object just out of its reach and in that brief moment it thought not of biting on the hand that held the image. Rather than a snarl or a growl, as was a tendency of it, the wolf instead let off a low and long whine as it pulled itself back away, eyes widening a bit so it could get a better look. For the amount of time that the picture was held up in the air, the wolf held itself perfectly still and stayed perfectly silent. Much like a statue of a hound on alert. It recognized that red hair and that face well enough. It wasn't Heathen. Heathen hadn't been along for months now. But even a feral beast could very easily recognize the one that brought life to it. Even if it didn't really know who it was.
Then, just like that, in the next second the wolf was backing away, hunched low to the ground, once again tensing up as if it were ready to lunge, though that it did not do. It just stared, for the longest time, and still as silent as it had ever been. Did not even give a side glance to any of the other dogs that had taken to bark at it in as threatening and territorial a manner as it had done to them in the past.
Aldo couldn't help the small one second frown that formed on his face, along with the perplexed look that dawned on his soft eyes.
"That's... new," he murmured lowly, standing to once again turn his attention over to Ori. "The boy's never been that still since the moment we got him in here. Nor that quiet. If he's not making a fuss with one of us, he's fighting with the other dogs." Which goes to show as to why Aldo had decided to keep him locked in his own cage. "I guess he's taken a liking to you as well, Mr. Howling. About as much a liking as Ori can show. Believe me, that's the least he's threatened someone, like, ever." He really was almost in disbelief, yet at the same time quite relieved. Maybe there really was hope left for Ori? "Ya hear that, Ori? He likes you."
The wolf turned its head to Aldo, flared its teeth, and snarled at it before following up with a bark.
Aldo chuckled. "Yup. He still doesn't like me. Anyway, if you really are a hundred percent interested in taking a better look at Ori then I can fetch you what little we got on him. Mostly just medical records, proof to show he's had all his shots and wont give you any rabies if he actually does get a bite on you," Aldo smirked lazily as he stared at the hound he'd grown fond of, "which knowing Ori is likely to happen. I'm sad to say we don't really have much else besides what we've done. He's just one angry enigma, that one. But, again, we've got dozens of other dogs I can show you. Though if you really do want him, we can go back to the other room and I can set you up. Just gotta, you know, go through some paperwork. The works."
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