Home of the Hound

((Independent AU Baskerville RP Blog. Based from the Anime/manga series Hellsing and Hellsing Ultimate))

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His acceptance was met with gentle petting upon his head as a grin spread across the Dhampir’s lips. Scratching behind his left ear for a few moments, Antanasia spoke to the hound. “Come Baskerville, it is high time that we take you for a walk~” It was a beautiful night, and she hated to waste it indoors. Full moon, twinkling stars… The darkness was calling their names, and the young lady just had to answer the call. Walking over to the door, she waited to see if the eight eyed creature would follow after.

[eighteyedmutt]

Walk, oooh that sounded fun! And what a beautiful night it was. IT called to him like a juicy bone or a good piece of meat. Immediately, he moves to catch up to her, grinning in delight at the thought of a walk with the pretty lady. And who knows what they'd come up with together on this walk!

[eighteyedmutt]

Antanasia gazed over at the hound in the shadows, watching his every move before she started to draw closer to him. Step by small step, the young lady made her way to Baskerville's side, offering her hand to him in greeting. "Good evening~" Hopefully he would accept her...

The Hound's hackles rose, uncertain about this lady of the night. However, his masters' scent was definitely hanging around her like an aura, and he trusted that scent over all else. Quietly, hackles go down and the Hound plods forwards, pushing his fuzzy head into the offered hand.

Evening, Nosferatu who is of my two-legged's kin.

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[eighteyedmutt]

It had been awhile since he had made his way through this area. Enough time that he had stopped counting. It was some distant memory that nagged him to see if Baskerville was still around. He checked periodically but never saw the hound. Eventually he'd have to move from the area, having worn out his welcome, but until then he didn't want to give up on seeing his old friend.

It had been a while, but maybe Caspar would notice the body of a Hound obviously loyal and waiting for someone to return. Head lifts, soon fleshing out with the scent of life; from a heap to Hound he returns, soon bounding to pounce on the elder male, laving him with lots of kisses.

[eighteyedmutt]

A sharp whistle cut through the cool midnight air, a note to call upon the hound for the evening. The owner of the noise waited for him to come, lips curling into a grin as they spoke in velvet tones "Where are you my precious Baskerville?"

The whistle rang clear into ears perking despite the Hound being in slumber. Grumbling as oft he did when waking up, the being slowly raised himself to all fours and yawns, stretching out his long back, tail beginning to wag. He knew that whistle, and energy flooded him quickly. With a long howl he charged off towards the velvet voice; oh, his Master was here! What fun would they have today?

[eighteyedmutt]

The first time the Witch encountered the Hound, he was eyes on her wall. First two, then four, then six, and finally eight. She didn't notice them until all were there, and she had panicked, moving from her chair in fright. The eyes disappeared soon after that. The second time the Witch encountered the Hound, he barked at her, making her screech in surprise and drop her pencil. The implement rolled to a large paw and stopped and for a moment the blonde thought he'd break it. Carefully the Hound put the tool in his jaws, padded his way over from shadows that definitely had not been there before, and dropped it so that it would roll to her feet. Then it turned and disappeared.

Namine thought she was dreaming at the time, but the pencil bore slight bite marks. The third time, she kept him from leaving by reaching towards him with trembling fingers. Never had she seen such an unusually beautiful but terrifying creature, and naturally she was just curious. She didn't expect thick, sleek fur to touch the tips of her fingers, the dog bowing its head to her touch. She realized as long as she gave the dog respect, it would return it in the kind of way only animals could possess.

Even demonic-looking ones.

The Hound, on the other hand, knew that despite the aura of power he got from her, she was weak. She did not seem the type who could physically fight or do any harm to him, so why would he eat her? She didn't even look appetizing and besides--company was always nice, right?

Namine learns later the Hound is called Baskerville, and that he can talk with her inside her head. He eagerly hides himself in the shadow of her chair on the days he is there, and despite his appearance and temper, she finds him to be welcome company.

[hellsingxmisfits]

~ (Oh Luuuuuuuuuke~! >::::3) (#sorrynotsorry our serious definitions are different)

Luke slowly turned, having heard a bark that was all too familiar. His hands shook and his face covered in sweat. He hoped to God this wasn’t who he thought it was.

Indeed it was, and he let out a shrill screech. “IT’S THE DAMNED DOG! IT CAME BACK FOR ME! IT CAME BACK!” He quickly turned heel and ran, screaming, as Jan would put it, like a bitch-faced pussy. ((Not in the slightest, dear >:]))

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eighteyedmutt started following you

[madprinceofwallachia-blog]

|| OMG A BASKERVILLE! LEMME LOVE YOU! COME TO MY ARMS BBY! 

[eighteyedmutt]

//-barrels into you, slobbers over everything- 

[madprinceofwallachia-blog]

|| *hugs and pets and loves on* GOOD BOY!

[eighteyedmutt]

//*is in absolute heaven right now* ::::3

[madprinceofwallachia-blog]

|| <3 *cuddles* 

[eighteyedmutt]

//*tailthump* <33

[eighteyedmutt]

On my way to catch those new followers and give slobbers and say HELLO. ...And maybe get something to eat too.

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[eighteyedmutt]

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[madprinceofwallachia-blog]

eighteyedmutt started following you

[madprinceofwallachia-blog]

|| OMG A BASKERVILLE! LEMME LOVE YOU! COME TO MY ARMS BBY! 

[eighteyedmutt]

//-barrels into you, slobbers over everything- 

[madprinceofwallachia-blog]

|| *hugs and pets and loves on* GOOD BOY!

[eighteyedmutt]

//*is in absolute heaven right now* ::::3

[theotherpuppet]

Staaaaaaaaaaares.

Staaaaaaaaaaares back.

[eighteyedmutt]

Is not intimidated, no, but the being fascinates him. Heart does not smell like heart or even human, and the eight-eyed Hound pads forwards, alert.

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eighteyedmutt started following you

[madprinceofwallachia-blog]

|| OMG A BASKERVILLE! LEMME LOVE YOU! COME TO MY ARMS BBY! 

[eighteyedmutt]

//-barrels into you, slobbers over everything- 

[eighteyedmutt]

Welp. That's a lot of you.

Hound sits upon his haunches, and the blood from his most recent catch squiggles into readable form.

Like for a starter. And yes I'm breaking the fourth wall just because I can.

[eighteyedmutt]

Bark.

[umbra-est-magus]

// I MISSED YOU! -huggles- How have you been?!

[eighteyedmutt]

//Woahwoahwoahhiiiiiiiiii. -huggles back, casual 'slobber' from muse over everything you love- RL kicked me in the rear and I lost/dropped accounts that I can't get in, but we're trying to come back with new laptop. u w u

[eighteyedmutt]

Bark.

[eighteyedmutt]

The once mighty Hound is tired, and weak. Separated from its Master for far too long, the beast makes it part of the way to the front gate before collapsing. Perhaps, maybe, it's time for the hound to merge again with it's Master, disappearing from the eyes of the world.