VERACIOUS.

loyal. intelligent. steadfast. winston graham. a dog. independent & private please read rules. written by kite.

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      ——— I’м noт USED тo people ѕтιcĸιng aroυnd wнen тнιngѕ go  B A D.

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◎ do you wanna go OUTSIDE?

send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.

         DUBIOUSNESS is his calling in this moment and the man is granted a look; perhaps in judgment, perhaps the most minor of nonaggressive MOCKERIES. The cocked head and lifted ears might CONSTRUE as interest and approval and “YES”, but intelligent eyes claim something much deeper.

         I am not stopped from going outside should I truly wish it, and that you would assume POWER over me in this--

         Winston cannot be upset about the placement this man has above him, for ALL humans did (and, somehow, he LET THEM; perhaps the need to be RULED surpassed the need to be KING), for he can label it as MISINTERPRETATION.

              Rephrase the question: do you wanna go OUTSIDE WITH ME?

         Yes, Man, you’re not the worst sort. Let’s go outside together. I would not mind going outside with you.

@longsilvcr

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◎ who's a good boy?

send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it's a secret.

         The PLUME of a tail shifts minutely in the BEGINNINGS of relief or, perhaps, CHEER, but soon falls still. Normally would Winston FLOCK to so blatant a question-- no answer is really, TRULY needed, for HE is the only dog here now, and HE is the only one under those directed eyes.

         Perhaps it is with a doggedly certain sense of GUILT that he cannot accept such a compliment in the wake of this question, for he’d been sneaking quiet snatches of ham from a plate for the past three minutes.

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Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it's a secret.

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more tomorrow! for now, sleepy dog.

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@opheliaavery

         Screaming died to a whisper here and there, bleeding into silence with the dance of headlights and brake lights. So dangerous a place for something upon four legs NOT made of rubber and metal and yet this is a place he KNOWS. It is a COMFORT despite the harsh, brutal scents, sounds; familiarity and even, perhaps, the suggestion of a destination.

         But now one of those flickering whispers is coming TOO close and his steps veer into the underbrush along the pavement’s side, seeking secretive shelter in the tree line.

(( starter call – accepting ))

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@thisbecoming

         TWO SHAPES in the dark among the COUNTLESS shapes of the trees; this land is a land he has come to know WELL, brought by family and kept by family. In these years it has become HIS in every way; a belonging to protect, and with contents to give life for. The OPPOSITION knelt before him, EYES AWAY, focused upon his person’s wife and child within the relative safety of their peaceful home.

         The rumbling GROWL started deep within the dog’s chest and emanated into the chill air between them both, the first of many warnings.

(( starter call – accepting ))

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@obituariies

         NO ONE WAS LOOKING. It scraped at the mutt’s undivided attention like an angry musical instrument, but the lack of danger in his nostril prevented the curl of lip and the bristle of fur. Wide brown eyes continued to swing from the THERE people to the NOT THERE young man standing to one side, laden, uncertain, confused.

              The dog remained STUCK to the other side of the room, wary.

(( starter call – accepting ))

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@longsilvcr

         Always did there exist some HINT of scrap lying about wharfs and docks, dropped and missed by passing crewmen and drunkards. He behaved as a GHOST among the living, barely noticed, barely ACKNOWLEDGED, and in the end, this is how the mutt preferred it. Fewer shouts, fewer kicks, fewer curses and threats of drowning or drunk games of target practice. He’d learned the ways of the little port town far too quickly for so young an animal.

         He now scoured the footsteps of a very particular man, dodging behind barrels and crates whenever the animal’s senses suggested the attack of eyes, hoping for something EDIBLE to fall unnoticed from his person.

(( starter call – accepting ))

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@awantedman

         CRASH! Says the garbage can, and the mottled brown thing scrounging around behind the apartment building cannot be BOTHERED to scurry further than a few feet in alarm before its nose returns to its work. There was something that smelled of FISH here, and it drew the hollow-stomached creature with a fury that only the starving wilderness could know, could find intimate. Further RUCKUS is made when searching muzzle grips onto the sharp edges of a tuna can lid, pulling it free from a cascading pile of TRASH.

(( starter call -- accepting ))

[ashesam-archive]

insult someone my muse cares about on anon

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pets the doge

              Allows this. She’s clearly a dog-lover, and not just by scent. He has a tail wag ready.

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( like for a starter, 1-2 para ! )

[zugzwcng-deactivated20190902]

This is Will Graham, the world’s prickliest empath. The only thing he does better than understanding human nature is getting shot and stabbed and otherwise wounded. You can find him fishing, cooking for his seven dogs, reconstructing murder scenes, or having uncomfortably intimate philosophical conversations with his not-psychiatrist, Hannibal Lecter–and almost always having terrible, horrible, no-good-very-bad days. LIKE or REBLOG (or follow @zugzwcng) if you too enjoy biting wit, dogs, whiskey, and gazing overlong into the abyss. Alternately if you want to shoot, stab, or save Will Graham (or want him to stare into your soul and make awkward comments).

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like/reblog if brufff groff borf borf! rumble rumble disgruntled dog sounds, tick tack, broff rrr grgrghh bork bork bork. hrrrrumph arf grump grump barkity bark hff snff borf. swishy swishy tail ruff rrrrrrrrrrrr raf raf hrrrgh bork brof! independent & selective winston graham !

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Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen.

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