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@thelegionsden

Snug’s eyes perk up at the door with a light growl.

“The door is open,” Portia calls out slowly, tapping the dog with her boot to calm it. “Come in, if you dare.”

Taurie had stumbled into the fog, feeling confused and betrayed. She wasn't supposed to be here.. She was meant for the other side. They could feel it..

They furrowed their brows as they felt a presence behind them.. This wasn't someone who she knew. They had been thrown into the fog together.

Taurie turned just in time to see the glowing eyes of what appeared to be.. A dog? Then a much larger silhouette followed behind..

"Reveal yourself.."

@ardent-devotee

The fog settles into a fine, choking mist, swirling around sturdy leather boots outlined in pure gold. Thundering steps tremble the ground beneath the newly empowered pirate Captain, drumming for her arrival as if she were a queen.

The canine circles around Taurie like a vulture, watching their movements with gritted teeth snarling with anticipation.

The tall figure taps her cane like she were beating a large drum, calling her companion back to sit at her side; which it did without hesitation.

I HAVEN'T REFRESHED MYSELF ON YOUR FILE FOR A LONG WHILE.

OOPS.

“Captain, but I can make an exception for you Dr. Carter. I’m intrigued by your methods,” she writes, her quill scribbling perfect letters with little thought put into how she distanced them. Portia knew he could read her writing. His was far worse, being a doctor and all.

Admittedly, she scowls at the idea of letting this man anywhere near her precious little boy — squishing Snug’s cute little face as she mentally praised him — but an idea did arise.

Snug needed a tooth removed. It was one that had cracked on a pallet when one of those bilge rats slammed it, and it was obviously causing him pain.

“I will be happy to accept your offer, just so long as I get to monitor the situation. It cannot be deemed reasonable that I leave my companion’s side, I’m sure you understand. Besides, wouldn’t it be nice to catch up?”

That last part she added to dull any hostilities, making sure her message was to the point but did not dull the good will of the doctor.

1. Can I pet your dog. Please

2. Does he like popcorn. If he knows what that is. I have no idea if popcorn was around in the pirate ages actually but if he wants some he can have some, the theater literally never runs out. It’s a little stale, but not enough to make anyone sick. I think

- 🕷️ 🕸️ 💜

( @xx-all-things-wicked-xx )

“He’ll eat anything if it’s too close to his cute, fearsome face,” she coos to Snug, leaning over to squish his cheeks a little, which he accepts with a tiny tail wag.

“Take that as both a warning, and your response.”

Portia laughs a little bit, but under her touch, Snug looks about as harmless as a Pomeranian. She’s very proud of the attention her loyal companion is getting.

Snug cozies up to Sable, like the — currently — harmless will of his owner had turned off his “kill function”.