#anon pups

[forgedofoaths]

The big red rug of fur pads into the office, carrying a wrapped box by the ribbon held delicately by her teeth and places it on his desk. Then she politely sits and wags her tail.

The dog again. He'd wondered where she'd gone while also acknowledging that she comes and goes as she pleases.

A brow raises at the box, and he leans over the desk from his chair to take the box.

But he doesn't open it, looking instead at the dog.

"It won't explode, will it?" Silco asks, even though he knows 1. the dog cannot answer and 2. the dog cannot make an explosive box.

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[forgedofoaths]

The big rust colored lump of fur is practically a walking rug- maybe a small bear- but doesn’t seem to realize she’s not a lapdog. Or perhaps she just doesn’t care. Either way the dog bullies at Silco gently until she’s practically a blanket draped over him. He needs a break and she’s enforcing it.

(From Tibet)

The dog has clearly spoken; Silco is not leaving the sofa anytime soon. He doesn't mind much. He always runs cold and he could use a break from the everyday stresses of his particular lot in life.

Beneath the dog's weight, hefty as it is, and nearly buried within the fur, the kingpin shifts a little, making himself a little more comfortable.

Once settled, his hand buries into the fur of the mane, fingers scratching lightly.

Yes, this is nice. He could fall asleep like this.

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[stellacordis]

transmission to: @anon-pups / continued from here

Keith pinches his eyes shut, feeling the weight of the universe pressing down on him as he clings to Sam like a lifeline in stormy waters. His bruised fingers curl gently into the thick, warm fur of Sam's coat, and he holds the dog close. The rhythmic rise and fall of the dog's breath beneath his hands grounds him in the present, bringing with it a rush of comfort. He really doesn't want to be alone right now.

"I keep having dreams where I lose them all, Sam," he whispers, his voice tinged with despair. "Shiro, the others... just because I made the wrong move, or because I gave them a risky order.” He pauses, a lump forming in his throat as he fights the tide of emotions threatening to drag him under.

"Sometimes they don't even die; they just call me selfish and ruthless and then walk away, and suddenly I’m eight years old again, standing alone in the darkness as they lower my pa's casket into the ground." His heart is heavy with the thought that everyone he has ever loved has been taken away from him, in one way or another. It feels as if the universe is eternally conspiring against him.

"I'm just... so scared at the thought of being alone again."

As he rests his head against Sam's, he realizes that he could never share his deepest fears with anyone else. While he finds it difficult to be open and expose his vulnerabilities to others, it's surprisingly easy when he’s talking to a dog. At least he knows that Sam won't judge him.

[blackpunchpaladin]

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A dog? Where the hell did a random dog come from? And on the Voltron Castle, nonetheless. Oh well, it didn't seem harmful, and Shiro did like dogs...

"Hey there fella, where did you come from? Are you lost?" he said, crouching down and offering a hand to the animal as he spoke, a curious eyebrow raising slightly in the process.