saw this was a trade thread so-- *tosses a chihuahua at you like a pokeball*
"g'mornin' joe-day!" gucci exclaimed as he came down the hall, big grin on face.
rising early for the sake of rearing
@Midas and
@Medusa having become mandatory, the little noble had reached out to
@Tavina with the request of "
s there sumthang fer exact precise opposite o' fallin' asleep?".
there was. and its reaction to chihuahua physiology, was making him
ungoldy jittery.
"off fer patrol? hmm? mind a second set o' peepers? frog's eye view? mah pa was a gordon setter, they tells me." he managed to fully circle the
jodai with dainty, but hectic pawsteps, then upon completing the rotation adopt a
pointer's stance.
brain experiencing the nearest thing to a caffeine high plowed onward trough the
jodai's aloofness.
"unto th' breach, then!" gucci pranced on, leading the charge.
...
his speed did not last. their walk was likely slower than the blessedly long-legged wolf was used to, the dog enthusiastically wheezing by the time they reached the serpent.
"sheesh!" exclaimed he, muzzle wet and breathing quick after gulping frigid riverwater.
"tha' sure does plenty fer exercisin'!"
he spent another moment panting, taking in the sparsely snowy landscape. then, he turned his head towards the
jodai.
"cannot image man like ya e'er gits tired o' this view."
Such an excitable creature. He might have been envious. But, alas, he was not.
Khaba did his best to keep a slow pace, but it was to no avail. The smaller canine was not of the proper build for such lengthy travel.
Tha' sure does plenty fer exercisin'! The neb exclaimed, jostling the dark beast from his thoughts.
With a small, faint sigh, he sat and watched while they drank. That is does—
Not really, his mind spoke differently from his tongue.
Then with a glance to their surroundings, the jodai stretched his shoulders a bit. This is far enough for today. I'll get the last bit later on.
Peering down towards the neb, he tried hard to refrain from shaking his head in disdain. It's best if we get you back to the palace.
But would the dog make it back in one piece? Khaba knew all too well the pharaoh, or even shabti would have his head if ill befell their precious vizier.
He may have regretted his next choice later. But for the time being, he cared only for his head to stay intact.
Sliding his entire body to the ground, chin lain flat before his mass, the jodai chuffed towards Gucci. With a flick of his ear, the man gestured an invitation for them to ride upon his back. Their puny weight would be hardly any trouble, so he had no concern in that regard. But as for whether they would accept the offer, Khaba knew not.
gucci got to haptic preening, washing his face and whiskers feline-like.
he made as if he hadn't heard the
jodai, despite batty ears having been turned that way.
"y'know," the vizier began, casual, conversational - then suddenly startled by a gruff chuff on his level.
it took maybe a moment to process what was being offered. another to ponder the ethicality of it. third contemplated the ration of dignity to potential delight.
and so the royal vizier, hopping onto stubby limbs, curved tail a-wag, ascended up the firm back -
oh mah gawd ya could grind meat on those - of the guard, and came to straddle the spine, shielded by shovel-like shoulderblades on either side.
"yippee!" he yapped as a puppy when khaba rose - then shut it, thinking that too discourteous to the man.
gucci leaned forward, apologetic, but grin still in his voice.
"pardon, ah hope ah ain't pressin' nah bad spot?" he kneaded the ebony fur, his tail swept the same.
"s like bein' astride some mighty bear!'