fauxcalibur:
“Ha ha, I see! So he’s yours.” The pensive expression across the man’s face spoke volumes. More so when the dog in Saber’s arms came into view, morphing into something that could be called a smile, were it not for the aura that fell off his shoulders. Was this the so called ‘killing-intent’ he’d heard so much about? No, nevermind, there were more important things at hand. For instance: “The resemblance is uncanny! Well, I have heard dogs take after their owners, but to this extent… Oh, ah, here you are.”
The petite pup returns to the warm arms of its owner, and Saber is safe for another day. “Does he have a name?”
@badend
izou stiffens, once again pierced by the unspoken question of why do people keep saying he looks like this mutt? the assassin was well aware of his nicknames in life. loyal to his teacher, loyal to his master — he had undoubtedly been takechi’s dog. but, even with that being the case, izou couldn’t understand how he resembled something like this, so harmless and small. hell, the only reason he had started to look after the damn animal was because that foreigner had wanted him to ( even izou couldn’t deny a child looking at him with such expectations in their eyes ).
“ ... Dog. ” as if on queue, the pomeranian makes a yap of acknowledgement, excited to hear his name from the comfort of his hakama. the sound alone soothes the hitokiri some ( though he would never admit that he had grown in any way fond of the animal ) and it reminds him of the more important question that still needed to be answered. “ What’s a Servant doin’ with my dog anyway? I’ve never seen ya before. Whose yer Master? ”












