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    An old female canine made her way through the shaded growth of the forest. The soft jingling of their worn, golden-colored circular metal tag echoed among the bamboo stalks the grew way above her. The wrinkles of her face reflected an aged silence that intensified the more one would look at her. Sullen dark eyes took their time in noting the scenery as she momentarily stopped to sniff at the ground. The Georgian Bloodhound let out a quiet chuffing noise as she decided to rest her wary body down. Her chin was neatly on her paws as the dog continued to gaze into the forest in almost a blank, distant trance. To her, it was a good time for a quick nap.


    ･ﾟ ✦ ° CALL ME YOUR DOLL - Sweettalk, despite his age of around three years, didn't look his age. He had a handsome, young ethereal beauty about him with the sharp but rounded features of a young adult. He was handsome and he looked young and he knew it and reveled in it. He was confident in himself and his heavenly appearance, so confident that he was a tad arrogant. And he couldn't help but feel a slight pinch of pity towards those that lacked the beauty that he was naturally born with. Like Lady Bird here. Long skinny but muscular powdered sugar hued pillars of legs carried the lion sized hybrid over with careful and graceful steps till he stood before the obviously aged canine. With the smile of a prince he spoke smoothly with honeyed words, "Hello there hon, can I ask if you need something here?"

    Dark and eternally tired eyes did not seem to find anything between the beauty and the beast, gold and plain old rock, or a mansion and a humble home. She did not find anything to hang herself on between exterior or even internal beauty. Was it her age that slowed her mindset down? Had she really lived so long that life had no surprises for her? Not even the presence of a ravishingly mystical hybrid fazed her as her sullen eyes momentarily looked up at Sweettalks. The thin and wary bloodhound forced herself to get up once more, but instead of addressing the hybrid, she walked a bit past him to point her nose to the castle that the Dynasty made their home in. Her tail wagged a little as she looked back to the hybrid once more with her tired eyes, waiting.


    Lady Bird felt like this would be a good place to stay.


    ･ﾟ ✦ ° CALL ME YOUR DOLL - Not a single word left the ragged mouth of Lady Bird, confusing Sweet but strangely comforting in a way. There was no way for him to know the tone that she would've taken, that she might've been a disrespectful rat to a prince such as himself. Her silence was reassuring and almost like music to his ears as he lack of words allowed him to continue to listen to the lively refrain of the nature around them. Allowing his smile to shift from the showy one he put on habitually he let his pale lips relax into a soft smile of possible genuine happiness as he watched the elder canine cross the border and begin hobbling towards the palace without a word. Silence ensued through the air until the shape of the small brown tabby puttered over to quickly greet and welcome the canine into the Dynasty before Sweet could even move his lips.


    With a chortle resembling the lovely tinkling of a bell the catsune nodded. "Seems you've made up your mind hm, Hank?" He spoke softly as he waved his plume of a tail in the younger feline's direction. "Why don't we get her back to the palace before she passes out. She's certainly a brittle one isn't she?"

    Like a friendly old thing, her tail continued to gently wag up a tiny breeze as another figure appeared. She understood their words and what they were implying, but not once did she make the motion to speak. Instead, she quietly took her sweet time to go down into a play-bow at the pair, eyes staring deeply into the two before her. It was what she had hoped for and despite being old and unsurprised by whatever life wanted to dish out, she could still feel emotions just like anyone else. Lady Bird let out a bark - a bark that sounded so unnatural compared to her body, a powerful bark from deep in her chest that was more akin to a Georgian Bloodhound half her age. She was now slightly restless to see the castle, knowing full well that this was a new home that was opening itself to her. It reminded her of days lost to the ages; days where she was brought to a new home by former masters as a puppy. She knew that this was good and that Sweettalk and Hank were good too.