#pathhound

Oh goodness well, I actually know the answers to that so lemme list them!

Pathfinder x Bloodhound ( PathHound )

Bloodhound has them rarely, but when they do have them, they tend to react in various ways. Most of the time, they manage to wake up and not disturb Path, just quietly slip away to talk to Arthur and then come back later. They’ll tell Path later, but the need to calm down first and sometimes that happens better alone.

When they do wake Path up, however, or Path was already up, it normally goes very poorly. At least in some cases. It isn’t Path’s fault, but the bad nightmares Hound has normally involve technologies of some sort so seeing a MRVN... registers as bad, and flight or fight instincts kick in. Mostly flight.

Path has come to undersand an accept Hound’s distrust of tech ( espcially after Revenant came into the picture, that was when Hound broke down and told him that before they had joined the games and interacted with more robots/androids/MRVNs, they had feared and hated most all new technology ), and will just sit quietly beside them while they pull themselves out of a dream state, maybe hum softly or talk very quietly. He makes no move to touch or trap them, and just waits.

Eventually Hound will calm down and crawl back over to Path and just cling to him like their life depends on it, murmuring sleepily in their native tongue before the MRVN will gently tuck them back into bed and stay awake to holf them the rest of the night. His sleep mode is a luxery.

Speaking of Path’s sleep mode! When he does sleep ( he tries to sleep most nights so Hound isn’t alarmed, it’s kind of a habit at this point ), he doesn’t dream, not really. Sometimes he’ll have bad memeory files resurge, acting like a nightmare, but it’s just things his systems had made him forget.

Hound is a light sleeper most days, so when Path’s systems start making soft little alarm sounds, just barely audible to most people, they’re awake in an instant and sleepily shaking Path, enough to get him out of the ‘dream’ state. The MRVN doesn’t fully wake up, but his body and systems quiet down so Hound knows they’ve done enough and curl right back up to him to sleep.

Hi yes so... this is a ship, and some Orginal Characters myself and a dear friend have created over the past... year? I think, anyways. Mentions of Ashante, Talia, and Tiny are their characters, Jade and Bryndis are mine. You’ll... understand once you read it all.

Day 5: Family

There were days when Bloodhound wasn’t sure how they got here. How they had all of... this. The games were something well in their past, retirement having come shortly after they, well, after they fell in love. They could have kept going, could have kept fighting, but then they wouldn’t have been able to hold their love, spend evenings listening to him excitedly talk about his latest adventure, his latest lead on the family he was still searching for.

The hunter sat back a little on the porch of their home, a cabin set up halfway outside of a cave, and extending back into the cliff face for more room.

After the arrival of their second child, they’d had to expand, and into the cavern was very convenient

Speaking of their youngest child...

Bryndis soon came of the cozy home and sat beside them, their red hair somehow tamed and pulled back into a loose braid. They were still young, only eleven summers now, adopted by the couple when they were five, and Hound was proud of how they had grown. They weren’t a hunter, like their brother, they took more after their aunt Ajay, a healer that used a mix of modern technology and practices they had learned while living in Bloodhound’s old village when they were a child.

They smiled and leaned against their parent’s shoulder. “Hello, Nibi.” They greeted softly, reaching over to take a hold of their hand lightly. “Papa must have gone to get Jade from Amubya’s.”

That earned them a chuckle and a nod from Hound. “Yes, he has. Tiny insisted on going so they should be back within the hour.” They remarked, looking to the child beside them and then shifting to gently wrap their arm around the young one, “How did the video call with Ajay and Tae Joon go?”

Bryndis sort of wiggled a little. “It was good! Frænka Ajay said that my math is coming along really well and Frændi Tae had to correct a few things in my programs but otherwise it was good.” They sort of looked sad. “They said I get a week off from work from them because I’ve been doing really well, but I don’t want a break, I want to learn more.”

Their parent chuckled softly, and tucked a stray curl behind their ear. “Don’t worry, little fyre. I’m sure Papa and I can come up with something for you to do, or you could stay with your grandmother Katrin for that week, hm? I’m sure she would love for you to visit, and so would your Frænka Talia.” They suggested, waiting a moment before absently shifting their child in front of them, carefully undoing their braid and them carefully re-braiding it, making it a little tighter so it wouldn’t go everywhere.

They looked back to Bloodhound before looking forward again at the gentle ‘Ay!’ from the hunter. “You really think we could go?” The asked excitedly. “I miss playing with Magnus and Grace. And Grandmother makes very good stew, almost better then Papa’s but don’t tell him.” The last bit was said in a whisper, before they squeaked as Hound used a free hand to gently tickle their side, braid finished. They’d gotten back in practice over the years, having Bryndis around.

“Only if you promise not to tell him that I agree with you.” Came their whispered reply, causing Bryndis to start giggling madly, nodding.

With a soft laugh, the child was scooped up and properly held by their Nibi, both of them still laughing together before Bryn carefully held both their parents cheeks, fingers tracing lightly over scars then messing with their hair, just starting to fade from it’s jet black to a silver. “I love you, Nibi.”

“I love you too, my little fyre flower.”

Wing beats came from above them, and Bryndis squealed, pulling away and hopping to the ground and halfway running to the clearing that had been cleared for a landing pad for the flyer ‘hive’ that had taken up residence around them, mostly to stay near their queen, who happened to have a fondness for Bloodhound and their husband. Her name was Tiny, and while now she was all but ‘tiny’, that... was a story for another day.

There was a squeal, and Bryndis leapt up onto the flyer as soon as she landed, hugging their brother tightly and making the green and black MRVN bot sort of slide off the flyer and tumble to the ground, laughing and holding their younger sibling gently. “Hallo, Bryn.” He chirped softly, making sure they were alright from the fall off the flyer.

Bloodhound had followed their child, slower though, and was leaning against a tree, laughing softly. They cooed to the flyer as she trilled and flapped her wings a little in greeting, gently nuzzling the hunter’s shoulder as they walked by her head and to their beloved, leaning against the creature’s side to take his hand. “Hello, my beloved.” They murmured, before exclaiming in surprise as they were hauled onto the flyer’s back, and pulled gently into the arms of Pathfinder, the grayish-blue MRVN humming and nuzzling the side of their head.

“You were only gone a few hours.” Hound teased with a laugh, shifting to be more on Tiny’s back as their husband kept booping soft ‘kisses’ on their forehead, their cheeks, just everywhere he could gently place them.

“I know, but I still missed you.” He promised, his voice filled his usual happiness and cheer. “Besides, flying is normally something we do together. Of course I’m affectionate now.” He kind of pulled away with a gleeful chirp. “Ashante says hello and that she loves you, by the way. And requests that you take Jade hunting for goodness sake because he’s been stir crazy.”

Hound just laughed even harder, leaning forward and resting their head on his screen, smiling so wide as their heart swelled with happiness. “We will go hunting in the morning. Once we take Bryn to see Talia and Katrin.”

Cheers rose up from both the children, and they scrambled over to pull their parents off the flyer and all sort of collapse into a group cuddle pile, the MRVN’s being careful of their pointier edges around the humans.

The flyer chirped and carefully wrapped herself around the family as they all relaxed in the dusk light.

IT IS CUTE ……love is stored in the pathfinder……pathhound is like. neat. 

honestly the first thing that comes to mind with them is like. artur takes a liking to pathfinder (after attacking him a little but its all good) and bloodhound explains arturs behaviors to path who listens intently.

For anon who asked:  What about Pathfinder teaching Bloodhound more about the survey beacons in a duos game and then after the second or third rime Hound just kind of smacks it and growls out of frustration because they can’t get it to open. Path very sweetly asks if they need to get their frustration out in a different way. Awkwardness/flusteredness/whatever emotion this entails occurs, with smut being optional should you feel like it fits 👀

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Bloodhound had been there when the debriefing had occurred. The syndicate had concluded that others within Pathfinder’s area could check the survey beacons as well. Handed a chip to insert to give them ring advantage and to keep ahead of the game.  

Bloodhound had appreciated the upgrade, truly, always fascinated by tech as they turned the chip in their hands and hummed thoughtfully. It seemed like a simple task, merely get the beacon’s hatch to open, insert the chip, upload the data and remind everyone to check the display on their map to ensure everyone knew where they were to go. It should have been such a simple task- Pathfinder had been doing it for so long up until then.  

Today, Pathfinder and Bloodhound are on a duo together in World’s Edge. The biting heat of Thermal Station a vast difference from Epicenter’s freezing cold- an area that Bloodhound tried to avoid when necessary. The colder temperatures were regulated in their armor and respirator, but even the sight of snow could make them feel like their lungs ached. A small appreciation they had when they were flying overtop and Pathfinder was jumpmaster, having pointedly ignoring the hot zone of Epicenter and politely choosing a warmer location.  

Thoughtful. Bloodhound could appreciate that greatly.  

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