#ofguardianhound

[jazzborn]

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"Ya need a little luck blown on them dice, Bossman?" Peg leaned over the Craps game table beside Charlie, getting a few wolf whistles from some of the other players, of course many recognised her as the lounge singer in Charlie’s place.

[courcgecus]

Send ‘🖌’ for me to draw our muses together. || accepting! @ofguardianhound​​ asked: 🖌 for Brisby and Charlie? (When you have time. No rush.)

You bet if I have a reason to draw two Don Bluth characters together I’ll abandon everything else I’m doing and just do it.

[themightypete]

@ofguardianhound​ had follow you

“Hopefully this mutt not an doofus like another mutt I know” 

[bcthoundold]

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              The old hound shook himself, the heavy strip of leather around his neck he once despised quietly chiming as he did so.  ❛ You are a smart dog, Charlie. You’re still young, you have time. ❜ Ace knew he was a fowl tempered old man. That other dogs and him most of the time never had anything in common but quarrels. But Ace was slowing down now. The scars cut deeply and parted his fur and what remained of his ears were tatted to bits. He could not fight how he did years ago he did not have the energy left in his bones. 

              ❛ You should find someone to take care of you when you get old. Housefolk are good for that. ❜ Ace sat down slowly in front of the younger and pushed muzzle forward.  ❛ I respect your freedom, but one day you’ll find a human that needs you as much as you need them and you should consider your options. ❜

            His tail flicked annoyance coming back in full force as he offered a playful  ❛  Though of course who would take such a lousy shepherd. ❜

[burning-fcols]

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{ ☆ } Today was a real kick in the pants. A real sucker punch and bitch slap rolled into one; a sucker slap, if you will. Or perhaps, bitch punch sounds better? Either way, it had been one of those... So, leaning against the wall of some crummy building in a crummy part of town, giving bozos death glares and snarling at the ones who are still foolish enough to try and get his attention when he’s off the clock— true, he could really use the rent money, but he’s not feeling up for it right now —he twirls a cigarette in his grip, red smoke billowing outwards from the tip of it as he aims a contemplative gaze at its movements.

Sucking in another long drag, he then huffs out the smoke in the air, it forming a heart before dissipating into nothing. Which seems about right... Tapping the edge of it, blackened ash drifts to the ground, Angel’s half-lidded gaze following it before focusing on a dog limping his way past.  ❝  Looks like we both got it rough, ‘ey Fido?  ❞  He muses, one hand flicking his cigarette away as he then crosses his arms and tilts his head,  ❝  Did ya at least make th’ otha’ guy eat shit?  ❞  Angel definitely wishes that he could have done it to his own. { ☆ }

[courcgecus]

OVER THE GARDEN WALL || accepting! @ofguardianhound​ said: ❝ You find this place as creepy as I do, right? ❞

🌿 -   Now that made her nervous about proceeding. If a large dog ( who to someone like her knowing so little about dogs looked like a german sepherds ) found the place as creepy as she did - something was definitely off. Sniffing the air, she tried to make apart smells that could imply what possibly lurked there.

.    ❝ Well... yea. I do.Though, I am surprised someone like you feels the same... ❞ Somehow, she always had an assumption the bigger someone was the less afraid they would be. - not only that, he just seemed like he was used to the life there. ❝ I mean, you have fangs and size... you could defend yourself. Uh, do you think there’s another way around? ❞

[jazzborn]

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"Its Charlie, ain't it?" Peg raised her brow, staring down at the canine playing cards at the table, a confident smile on her face. "You're the fella who runs this joint?"

[bcthoundold]

@ofguardianhound​

        The old battle-scarred hound glared at the younger with tilted ears and a wrinkled muzzle. Annoyance in his form was clear, looking displeased with nearly every element of the mutt as he looked him over. A growl hung low in the air  ❛ Somewhere far removed we share the same linage. Proud German Shepherds. You though, are a disgrace to our breed, ❜