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Post by Noodle! on Jun 26, 2008 19:56:18 GMT -5
After all was explained, the man said they would 'foster' her until she was found a suitable home but not a moment longer. The children squealed in excitement and prepared to play with their new dog. The woman of the household quickly shot down that hope and mentioned dinner first. Two bowls of dog food accompanied by some boiled chicken and rice were sat out for the two dogs in the kitchen floor by the refridgerator.
Mbala lay down while he ate, slowly chewing and talking to his new housemate at the same time, I say you will enjoy your stay here, but the master will expect you to guard as I do, and perhaps help on the farm.
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Post by Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies on Jun 26, 2008 20:03:56 GMT -5
She smiled, but very certainly. "Of course. Sounds like something good to do." she said, after finishing only half of her food. She was a skinny dog and wasn't used to some much food. "Want the rest? I wouldn't want it to go to waste." She said, giving her shoulder a lick.
She surveyed Mbala, making notes. She always did this, purely out of habit. She began to sniff around, getting used to her temp. home. "Your humans are...nice, right?" she asked, a bit worried. She had been in homes with some very unkind humans before and did not wish to repeat the experiance
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Post by Noodle! on Jun 26, 2008 20:16:39 GMT -5
Mbala was a massive dog, weighing one hundred and ninety-eigh pounds, and he never turned down a bit of food. He pawed her bowl over his direction and wolfed down the rest of the human and dog food. He chewed thoughtfully at her next comment and then swallowed, preparing himself to reply.
My humans are kind. The master be a bit brash, but he is kind as well. They will care for you thoroughly. He chose his words slowly, trying to fix up his sentances in an English that was understandable to the American-bred dog.
He led her to the utility room, which was plain, but where they kept the bags of dog food and treats hidden away. Then upstairs to the boy's beds where he often slept with them or in the floor. He gave her a quick tour of the house, letting her wander around as she wished.
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Post by Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies on Jun 26, 2008 20:25:46 GMT -5
As soon as he showed her all that was nessacary in the house she went right back outside. She didn't like to be in houses. She made herself comfortable in the shade, one brindle paw tucked under her. Her pretty brown eyes surveyed it all. it was different, much bigger than her previous owner's.
She sighed and put her head on her paw. But she didn't close her eyes. She had just gotten here and wasn't prepared to trust that nothing bad would happen.
Finally, growing bored, she went to find Mbala. When she located him, she sat down next to him. "So, what's to do around here? Until night, that is. Do they keep us confined in the yard or are we free to roam at night? Do we have to be in the house for long periods of time?" She asked, hoping she wasn't flooding him with questions. She looked at the ground, still not making eye contact.
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Post by Noodle! on Jun 26, 2008 21:36:44 GMT -5
Mbala was lying in the floor of the livingroom, stretched out on the floor the entire length of the couch. The children had their feet placed gingerly on his body and he did not move to stir them as they watched their late evening cartoons. Kitty had exited the house and lay in the yard, probably enjoying the outdoors. Soon enough, however, he smelled her and heard the click of her claws on the floor as she came inside. She sat by the couch and spoke.
Mbala rolled onto his stomach and raised his head, still allowing the children to use him as a foot-prop. We basically just watch the children, but the master and lady are home so we are free to roam. We may sleep inside or out, there is a large door for us in the utility room.
He usually did not leave the house alone unguarded at night, for burglers were not uncommon even in Harlow, however, if the female wanted to walk the streets and travel at night he would accompany her. It would be ungentlemanly of him to let her do so alone. And the new system they had installed apparently replaced Mbala as a night guard. Now he was just an escort to the young ones, and a farmhand when they needed him.
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Post by Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies on Jun 26, 2008 21:47:10 GMT -5
She listened to the brute speak, smiling a slight bit when she heard that they were not confined to the house. She sat down and watched the kids, using the brute as a foot rest. She wondered how he tolerated it. She wouldn't lie there , letting them put their limbs where they pleased.
"How do you stand that?" she asked him, nodding towards the children's feet."Seems a bit uncomfortable." Kitty added.
She thought for a moment, before finally coming to the conclusion that she could indeed trust this dog. He didn't seem untrustworthy or likely to turn into an arse or end up turning violent towards her. She figured as long as she was nice to the family and he knew that she meant no harm- to him or the family- that he'd refrain from injuring her. 'Mind you, this is a guess' she reminded herself
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Post by Noodle! on Jun 26, 2008 22:49:41 GMT -5
The boerboel smiled at her with an odd patience in his face similiar to one's elders, though they were about the same age it appeared. The youngest girl tumbled off of the couch ontop of him, rubbing him with her hands and giving him random hugs as she giggled at his stub of a tail.
I am a bred protector and killer. These little ones are those I am to protect now, and I do it diligently. This is strangely how they show their affection. He laughed lightly, licking the little girl in the face. I am comfortable with all types of love.
The dog looked back at the bulldog as the little girl stumbled over to her, throwing her arms around the dog's neck and kissing her. Once again, the brute's muscles bulked in ready for his role, and the mother in the kitchen watched the new dog's reaction carefully.
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Post by Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies on Jun 26, 2008 22:56:07 GMT -5
She listened to the brute, nodding. Then, she was some what attacked by the little girl.
She sniffed the girl, licking her face. Her tail audibly thumped on the floor, hitting the table, then back to the floor. She then realized that she hadn't even thought about growling or nipping the girl. 'Is being in the house making me soft?' she wondered to herself.
She looked at the brute. "These humans seem...different. All the other human's I've had have either given but a pat to show affection, or showed none at all" She though about this, as she she gave the girl one more lick.
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Post by Noodle! on Jun 26, 2008 23:06:10 GMT -5
Mbala shrugged lightly as the bulldog spoke. The little girl fell backwards and began to squal in pain and her mother came to her rescue, shushing her as she stroked both dogs ears before returning to the kitchen. Mbala knew his humans were different, because at one time they had relied on dogs to protect them.
I have saved the lives of these people on two occasions. He said, letting her know with his cold eyes that she was in for a 'story-time', Once from a fire, and another time I saved Tommy from a man in the streets. He tried to coax him into his automobile, and then take him by force. I grabbed the man by the arm, bringing him to the ground, and hurt him badly. In the end, I was almost... ah what is the term...
Put to sleep was the term he was searching for, but many Afrikaan and Zulu words came to mind but none that the American dog would understand. The point was, these people valued him as a member of their family. And Mbala honored that, and held it proudly in his mind.
He yawned lightly, allowing her to reply.
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Post by Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies on Jun 26, 2008 23:11:27 GMT -5
She nodded, watching the little girl. She sighed and stood up. "It's getting dark. Do we stay inside to guard at night, or outside?" She asked, looking at him. For some reason, she seemed to feel very stupid whenever she was with the brute. She didn't wait for his reply, but instead went out into the backyard. She sat down, looking around and began to play how she would escape to make her nightly walk about the town.
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Post by Noodle! on Jun 26, 2008 23:16:41 GMT -5
Mbala sighed, calling after her, Don't go too far alone. It is dangerous. He once again yawned. He couldn't help but feel as if the female did not fancy him nor his homelife very much, and he couldn't help but wonder what sort of life she had at her previous owner's hands. He knew many dogs that came from abusive houses and wondered if this was the case with Kitty. A pity if it was, no dog deserved such as that.
His eyes slowly closed behind his lids, the laughter on the TV woke him, but he dozed once again. The children's feet allowed him to know of their constant presence, and he fell into a dreamless nap. Not knowing that his new housemate was getting into all sorts of trouble while he was doing so.
((ooc: sorry its short, I didn't know where to go with it.))
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Post by Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies on Jun 26, 2008 23:25:31 GMT -5
Kitty waited awhile until she was sure that Mbala was asleep. Then she circled around until she found a way out. She quietly pushed through the fence and was on her way.
Like 2 hours later.
Kitty slowly slipped back through the fence, wincing as it rubbed on her neck wound. It wasn't bad, but it was noticeable, with blood still slowly drizzling out of it and the white fur around it stained red. She slowly crept to a corner, only to have her cover blown when she stepped on a sharp object, prompting her to let out a, not overly loud, but hearable yelp. She froze, hoping she wasn't discovered.
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Post by Noodle! on Jun 26, 2008 23:39:54 GMT -5
Mbala's eyes shot open.
The house was dark and all of his humans were asleep. He had heard the light squeal of something in pain, but in his slumber he could now not decipher its origin. Slowly, the amber depths adjusted to the house. His nostrils already took in all the scents of the home, finding them all normal and calm. Except for one imparticular. Kitty. Her scent was more distant than it should be, and he could smell the a slight, metallic scent of blood and he raised his head sharply in alarm.
In an instant the dog was on his feet, and he flew to the dog door in the utility room. As silent as the stalker and hunter he was, his nose collapsed to the ground and he followed the scent to the fence leading to their backyard. He sniffed the edge of the fence, where a bit of blood and hair had been snagged. He forced himself through the fence, causing a much bigger hole than was there before. He growled and barked loudly, as he saw something in the corner of the yard.
Quickly his hair lay back down, and he moved towards it. He finally realized, by scent, that it was the bulldog. Kitty... What has happened?
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Post by Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies on Jun 26, 2008 23:49:49 GMT -5
"Nothing. Stupidity I supposed." She said shortly, moving back a bit, towards the hole in the fence. She didn't need humans fussing over her, so she should go. But what if she met the Doberman. The next time they crossed paths he would surely kill her.
She looked at the brute, wondering what her would do. Perhaps he would be angry and make her leave, which she would do willingly. Or perhaps ,hopefully not but it was more likely, he would alert the owners. They'd either kick her to the curb or take her to the place where everyone wore white and it smelt of something horrid.
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Post by Noodle! on Jun 26, 2008 23:56:23 GMT -5
Mbala's eyes narrowed at the wound on her neck, taking note of narrow teeth marks of what could be some sight-hound's bite. As she moved to the fence he placed himself between her and the escape. His stance was that of a protective dog and he said, You're staying here. Go through the dog door and into the room with the food. Lie there.
His eyes were stern and serious, letting her know that if she did not follow his orders she would be dealing with a fate worse than that which had harmed her earlier. He watched her carefully, he would ask questions once he had her inside. Despite his size, he was also built for agility to be able to catch the wild creatures of his homeland, and to cut off straying livestock.
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