Fourlegged friends (RP with KPitchiner and Motherovernature)
-Oh Cosmos and kaleidoscopes, what a day!- Ebony thought, as she got out of the carriage that had taken her home. She paid the driver a handsome tip and then headed for the front door, where she began to search for a key. The house was dark, reminding her how late it was and how everyone else was probably in bed by now.
Ebony Pitchiner was many things. She was the wife of the Golden General and mother to his child. But she was also the daughter of a governor and a very well known artist. As a result of all of this, she had a certain kind of social status, and this meant that she had certain obligations.
Which in this case had meant a whole day of being at not just one, but what had felt like several events. The only reason her husband and daughter had not been along for this, was simply because Ebony and Kozmotis had long ago agreed on, that Seraphina didn’t need to be a part of this nonsense, or at least not yet. And Kozmotis had an important meeting with some of the higher ranked officers, plus a bundle of new recruits for the Canine Patrols who needed to be broken in. Besides, things had ended rather late, and that would have been unfair to a child.
Ebony had unfortunately gotten stuck with having to deal with all the women who were considered an essential part of the Lunar Court. Bunch of venomous vipers the lot of them, Ebony thought darkly. If I hadn’t had the gallery event to look forward to, I would have murdered someone.
But here she was, finished with all events and she was physically and mentally exhausted, having had to deal with assorted gossip, venomous snarky insults and oh black holes, tons of things she didn’t want to deal with, especially not now when she was finally at home. As late as it had gotten, Ebony was glad that she hadn’t brought Seraphina along. She pitied the children who had been forced to, and who had been tired and cranky, some of them to the point of screaming rebellion, when Ebony had finally been heading home.
Sera’s probably in bed now, She thought idly as she unlocked the door and stepped inside. And so is Koz, if he isn’t reading in bed. The house is all dark-
She paused in her step, frowning. Something felt different about the house, but she couldn’t point out what it was. She just knew that something was… watching her? Ebony shivered slightly, feeling the hairs stand up on her neck. A minor flashback to a few years ago gave her a bad taste in her mouth, and she wished she’d been wearing something other than this ridiculous dress with a stay (thank the cosmos it wasn’t a corset), something that was easier to fight in if necessary.
"…Hello?" She called out cautiously, as she moved through the living room. “Kozmotis? Seraphina?"
Just as she passed by the door to the kitchen, there was suddenly a loud, almost monstrous "WAOUW!!" Which was quickly followed by a large, heavy and furrysomething that pounced on Ebony and sent her crashing to the floor.
Ebony managed to let out a startled shriek before the air was knocked out of her with a hard ‘OOF!’ Attempts to properly regain her breath failed, as the thing on top of her, a massive DOG it turned out, began to slobber her in the face with a massive tongue.
"Argh- plrbh- eww!" She gasped out, managing to push the dogs head away from her own long enough to gasp out: “Kozmotis!!"
'We have to break it to your mother gently’, he had said. ‘As gently as possible. Maybe I’ll take her out to a late dinner while you groom him.’ But that hadn’t worked quite as intended. Nothing had worked quite as intended today, and it was a bittersweet mixture of two parts tragedy and one part happiness.
The constant, pitiful howling from the kennels had annoyed him all day. It was warm outside, so the windows and doors had been open, but whoever had brought their war dog home this time, it hadn’t been properly trained. War dogs were not supposed to howl and whimper like their heart had been broken once their master was away on leave. It annoyed him all day, to the point where he just slammed his hand down on the papers he was going through and got up with a snarl to walk to the kennels. Whoever the owner of that dog was would have to have a nice little chat with him once they were back.
He had greeted the Captain taking care of the kennels for today with a quick salute, nodding towards a few of the dogs, demanding to know why one of them was making such a terrible racket. To his mild surprise, the captain - a female, blonde human he even knew the name of - shrugged and gave him a sad smile. He’s still a pup, she explained as she led him to the kennel the dog was in. His handler had died yesterday. A few bandits had decided to try and take on one of the small vessels the Golden Army had, but they had guns, and they shot at everything that moved. He had been one of the things moving. The dog had been brought here because his family didn’t know what to do with it. It had been restless and was trying to escape all the time. He himself had signed the death ceritficate, like he always did.
And that had made him feel like a jerk, plain and simple. It was impossible for him to know every single soldier by name, and he avoided reading most of the names on the death certificates he had to sign almost every day. He simply couldn’t allow himself to feel sorry most of the time. Every man and woman in the army knew that they put their lives at stake, and everyone was fine with it. Well, almost everyone.
"What’s going to happen to him?", he asked as both of them were standing in front of the kennel the pup was in. He was four, maybe five months old, small compared to the fully grown war dogs in the other kennels, but already large enough to put his nose on a kitchen table if he wanted to, without having to stand on his hindlegs. He was restless, wagging his tail as he tried to push his nose through the bars, failing utterly. Almost immediately, he began to whine again.
"We’ll have to put him down most likely," the captain answered. "He’s a war dog, and without his handler, he’s unfit for the battlefield. And I don’t know anyone who’d want to take care of such a beast in their private time. Most people are afraid of them."
Well, that was not going to happen.
It was easy enough to make the dog follow him home - all he had had to do was borrow one of the annoying squeaky toys from the kennels and permanently show it to the pup. He didn’t even need a leash, even though he had brought one, draped over his shoulder. It was already dark when he was home, and he had thought it best to wait until the next day to tell his wife and especially his daughter about the new guest. Or the newest addition to the family, because he didn’t plan on giving the dog away just to have it put down.
He had thought both of them to be asleep by the time he got home, and he had only gone into the kitchen and turned on the little light above the counter to get a bowl of water for the dog. And as he had heard Ebony’s voice in the hallway and the dog darting off into the same direction, he had almost had a heart attack, because it was a war dog after all, and it was supposed to protect and stop any intruders…
Much to his relief, the pup seemed to be overjoyed instead of aggressive, but he still took it by the back of its neck, taking a good portion of fur and skin, making sure he didn’t hurt the pup (because he knew at least a little bit about animals), to gently pull it off Ebony, still in his uniform, as if he had just come home a few minutes ago himself.
"You’ll wake Seraphina!", was the first thing he said, as if a giant pup knocking his wife over in his very own house was nothing to be immediately mentioned. And besides, he was quite sure the girl was already up with all this noise downstairs. He offered her his other hand to help her up, the corners of his mouth twitching, until he finally couldn’t help but snort a laugh as he looked at her. It was the most unreal situation he had been in for some time. "I’m sorry - look, I can explain this."