welcome the alone (p)
Feb 19, 2015 20:32:12 GMT -5
Post by spook on Feb 19, 2015 20:32:12 GMT -5
Vandr had never been a quiet sleeper—he’d never been a quiet anything. He was, overall, a dog thoroughly unfit for indoor living, and yet indoors was exactly where the end of yesterday had found him. The Bouvier lay sprawled on his back in one of the lower rooms of the mansion, snoring heartily, blowing the long, charcoal-grey furs of his beard away from his mouth with every noisy exhalation. He didn’t look remotely comfortable, with his legs all stuck out from his body and his midsection twisted. But to all appearances he slept soundly enough, undisturbed by the fractured light breaking in through the windows.
No matter how he often wished to idle away his time in the mansion, Vandraren always woke with the sun. Today was no different, and when the first splinter of sunlight struck him across the face, his eyes sprang immediately open. He rolled fully onto his side with a groan, blinking against the burning morning sunshine. Fully awake the instant his eyes had opened, Vandr nonetheless took his time rolling onto his chest and from there standing. He stretched with an air of immense languor, taking his time pushing the knots out of each leg in turn, and then his back.
He wasn’t old, not yet, but he had reached the age wherein certain congenital health defects were bound to be seen—and he’d certainly begun to feel them, although they didn’t affect him enough to hinder his performance. A particular throb in his hips proved particularly distracting, and he winced and grimaced a little as he stretched his hind legs.
“Sure, I ain’t as spry as I used to be,” he said, chuckling a little to himself as he lifted his nose and snuffled at the stagnant air inside the mansion.
Beginning his departure from the mansion, the Bouvier padded from the room he’d been sleeping in, just the shuffle of his paws on cracked tile to mark his passage. He’d nothing in particular planned for the day—just his usual pattern of patrolling and laying about the grounds, nominally performing his duty as safeguard, wholeheartedly embracing the opportunity to enjoy the sunshine and fraternize with any pack members he happened across.
ooc. for WARDOG
LIGHT SHINED ON MY PATH
TURNED BAD DAYS INTO GOOD
TURNED BREAKDOWNS INTO BLOCKS
I SMASHED ‘EM CAUSE I COULD