Diederich || The Loyal Dog

Deiderich, here. {Independent Rp sideblog for Diederich from Black Butler, slightly AU with him being a shifter whose form is a doberman} I am his loyal German dog, and I shall remain as such… {Mun and muse 18+ may contain NSFW, which will be tagged as such} {tracking treuenhund}

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I am now moved to an actual blog, not a side blog you can find me here

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⊰♚ ⊱—; "My dearest Diederich... how are you?"

✙ Diederich stopped in the middle of eating, dread filling him at just what the man wanted. “Gut…” He muttered.

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⊰♚ ⊱—; "Pass auf, was du sagst… You are not the only one here who understands German. But your greeting more than makes up for it. Good boy." Vincent smirked. The nobleman took a seat next to the other, staring at the table as he spoke, "I know what you’re thinking, and I’m going to set you at ease. I did not come here for you to complete a task."

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✙ Diederich narrowed his eyes, staring at the other man as he ate a hand sandwich. He took it out of his mouth, swallowing before he asked his next question. "Then what are you here for?"

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irislefaywitch entered the Manor

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The feline squirmed slightly, peering over her witch’s shoulder at the hounds, meowing smugly at them.

Chew on that, hell-beasts~

Isis! Behave! Iris sighed softly as she hurried after Diederich, trying to pry the cat off her shoulder.

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✙ A cat in the house... his parents, he supposed, were rolling over in their graves. None of them had ever been fans of cats, especially ones like the beast he was letting share his home...

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A doberman silently goes up to Iris with his head down. He is obviously not one of Diederich's hunting hounds, a different breed entirely, and they are not allowed in the manor in any case.

Iris looked at the dog curiously, kneeling down a ways away from him, her voice gentle. “Hey there, where are you from, hmm?” she asked, holding her hand out for him to sniff after she’d closed the door to the manor. “Don’t need the other pups finding you, now do we?” she hummed, smiling softly.

(( treuenhund for reasons XP

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She glanced around the kitchen thoughtfully, deciding on some simple vegetables to go with the meat, though only in a small portion. Iris spun her way over to the table with the vegetables on it, holding up a carrot in her left hand and an ear of corn in her right. “Which one?” she asked, showing the hound, still humming softly to herself.

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✙ He lifted his paw to indicate the carrot, the nub of his tail wagging happily as he watched her work, as he heard her humming. Everything that he did not see while he was working...

[irislefaywitch]

A doberman silently goes up to Iris with his head down. He is obviously not one of Diederich's hunting hounds, a different breed entirely, and they are not allowed in the manor in any case.

Iris looked at the dog curiously, kneeling down a ways away from him, her voice gentle. “Hey there, where are you from, hmm?” she asked, holding her hand out for him to sniff after she’d closed the door to the manor. “Don’t need the other pups finding you, now do we?” she hummed, smiling softly.

(( treuenhund for reasons XP

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Iris glanced over at him and smiled faintly, humming a lullaby her mother had taught her as a child, dancing slightly around the kitchen as she worked. She spun around the dog, patting his head and loving on him each time she danced by.

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✙ He happily watched her dance around the kitchen, thinking it was graceful, the way that she moved. He adored the way she loved on him and patted him as she went by, and he wondered if she would give him as much attention as a human if he watched her cooking...

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irislefaywitch entered the Manor

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Iris nodded slightly, rubbing Isis’ head to keep her calm instead of trying to escape. “Yes, please…it might help her calm down.”

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✙ The man nodded, leading the way back into the manor. All while his pack of hounds watched the cat with anger, not happy it had gotten away.

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⊰♚ ⊱—; "My dearest Diederich... how are you?"

✙ Diederich stopped in the middle of eating, dread filling him at just what the man wanted. “Gut…” He muttered.

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⊰♚ ⊱—; "Nein, mein Fruend. How absurd. However, the thought is much appreciated." With a tip of the head, Vincent continued, "Are you telling me that a simple greeting is too much?"

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✙ "Mir wurde gesagt, nicht, um den Teufel zu begrüßen." He muttered before forcing a smile and bowing. "How nice to see you, Phantomhive."

[irislefaywitch]

A doberman silently goes up to Iris with his head down. He is obviously not one of Diederich's hunting hounds, a different breed entirely, and they are not allowed in the manor in any case.

Iris looked at the dog curiously, kneeling down a ways away from him, her voice gentle. “Hey there, where are you from, hmm?” she asked, holding her hand out for him to sniff after she’d closed the door to the manor. “Don’t need the other pups finding you, now do we?” she hummed, smiling softly.

(( treuenhund for reasons XP

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The witch giggled softly as she was licked. “Alright, alright; more meat it is,” she said, patting his head contently before working on cutting the second piece of meat into a perfect proportion and marbling, tossing more of the scraps to the dog.

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✙ To say that Diederich was a happy dog would have been an understatement as he caught more scraps of meat that Iris tossed his way. His stub of a tail wagged as he ate every last morsel she gave him.

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irislefaywitch entered the Manor

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"Understood," she said, gently pinching Isis’ ears. "I promise she won’t do anything," she added, hugging the feline close, much to the black cat’s protests.

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✙ "Gut. Shall we get the cat settled in then?" He asked, his eyes still not having returned to their normal green.

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⊰♚ ⊱—; "My dearest Diederich... how are you?"

✙ Diederich stopped in the middle of eating, dread filling him at just what the man wanted. “Gut…” He muttered.

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⊰♚ ⊱—; "What’s with the glum look and tone?"  The question was now relatively routine now, "You could show a bit more… enthusiasm to see me.”

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✙ "Want me to wag my arsch and bark? Is that it, Phantomhive?" He was almost always glum with Vincent, the man alway had something he wanted him to do.

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۞ -treuenhund

my muse’s reaction to accidentally falling on top of yours and kissing them.

Iris gasped as they collided, sending him down on her. “O-Oh gods!” she squeaked before their lips connected as they hit the ground. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him in shock, her cheeks heating as she squirmed slightly under him, glancing away shyly as they pulled away. “I-I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, trying to make a quick escape and failing.

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Iris frowned slightly, curling up against him. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, glancing away from him for a slightly. “That must have been horrible, for you and their son,” she sighed, glancing up at him. “I-I know it’s not much, but I’ll be here for you,” she said softly.

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✙ "Danke..." He muttered, pressing his lips to the top of her head. He said nothing, but he could only think of what horrors there could have been that the boy had seen... He had gotten off lucky... He had not been there... but at the same time, he wished he had been.

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⊰♚ ⊱—; "My dearest Diederich... how are you?"

✙ Diederich stopped in the middle of eating, dread filling him at just what the man wanted. “Gut…” He muttered.

[irislefaywitch]

A doberman silently goes up to Iris with his head down. He is obviously not one of Diederich's hunting hounds, a different breed entirely, and they are not allowed in the manor in any case.

Iris looked at the dog curiously, kneeling down a ways away from him, her voice gentle. “Hey there, where are you from, hmm?” she asked, holding her hand out for him to sniff after she’d closed the door to the manor. “Don’t need the other pups finding you, now do we?” she hummed, smiling softly.

(( treuenhund for reasons XP

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Iris lightly pounded on his side, smiling at the hollow sound. “Left paw up for two pieces of meat, right for one piece and something else,” she said, glancing periodically at the meat to make sure it was cooking well.

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✙ He lifted his left paw, liking the thought of more meat. He then moved his face forward so that he was licking her with his tongue, he simply adored her and her cooking.

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irislefaywitch entered the Manor

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Iris nodded, gently pinching Isis’ ear again. “Of course, she’ll stay out of trouble…” Right?

I do what I want.

You’ll do it in the rain then.

Touche.

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✙ He let out a sigh and nodded. "She can stay, one wrong move, such as the cat using my room for a litter box and it goes outside."

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۞ -treuenhund

my muse’s reaction to accidentally falling on top of yours and kissing them.

Iris gasped as they collided, sending him down on her. “O-Oh gods!” she squeaked before their lips connected as they hit the ground. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him in shock, her cheeks heating as she squirmed slightly under him, glancing away shyly as they pulled away. “I-I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, trying to make a quick escape and failing.

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She stayed quiet for a moment before looking up at him and tilt her head slightly. “Who were they? I’ve only heard you mention them a few times before,” she murmured, not remembering anything else he’d said about them.

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✙ “My best friends… and my first loves…” He murmured, letting out a small sigh. “I went to school with Vincent, and it was through him that I met Rachel, it hurt when they got engaged, but I was happy for them all the same… They were murdered four years ago on their son’s tenth birthday…”

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And I wash you every Sundays, now bed HOUSE!