howilongtobeyour-dog

[howilongtobeyour-dog]

“..yeah.”

He said, still sort of?? Overtaken, almost, by it? Just slowly running his hands though, carefully, making sure not to tug on any knots or get caught in waves. Honestly, it was much gentler than either of them thought it would be. He sniffed the air and smelled ozone. It almost made him sleepy.

“oh. ‘Nd, yeah, I can see that. Ya just. Like. Sent down a tree a minute ago. But that doesn’t mean shit. You’ve got nice hair.”

He wished he could keep it. For the next time he was stuck in the cage in whatever nook they’d lock him in. Alone for days. No look at the sky. No break on his shaky legs. No rain against his bare feet or nose.

The thought of it made his face twitch. The stretch marks parting his face seemed to tighten slightly before his face shifted back to normal.

To Archaeus, who didn’t have access to his running thoughts, he just sort of, started looking a bit less Here. And a bit more sad.

Achaeus was on the run again. No, they didn't catch him or drag him back after the first time, he was just very scared. Yeah, leaving Zeno and Lune behind was an asshole move, but he'd be back for them. Soon. For now he needed some fresh air.

He was showing signs. His hair- his hair did the fucking thing again. And it was awful. It was blue like the sky with clouds moving all throughout it, there was even a hint of the sun in them- he honestly just wanted to cut his hair off himself just like they would back in the facility. While stuck in that horrible train of thought, he ran into someone.

@demigoddenier

A loud, low growl started after Acheus ran into the unknown person, but then quickly stopped.

The boy then proceeded to step back, giving Acheus a good look at him.

he looked… bad. Tongue splayed across bloody teeth and hands clenched into fists. Clearly, he hadn’t seemed a regular person in a while, with his mass of wavy hair sticking up like he were to be struck by lightning.

“Wh’t the fuck ‘re you doin’ here.”

He started, immediately on the defence. Nobody was supposed to be around when it was his outside time. They knew how violent he could get.

[howilongtobeyour-dog]

”Well. Clearly ‘m not one of those. ‘Cuz those are the,, the fuckin’,, Demigod freaks. ‘Nd I’m just a boy. So. First off yer wrong.”

He said, pointing at the labeling of the Children. He kind of. Pouted? At the photos??? Feeling a little bit insulted at being compared to them. The doctors would be mad too. He looked up into Spencer’s eyes, his nose twitching upwards so he could show his teeth and gums.

“And how the fuck did ya get this anyways??? You sh’ld know that any content with… those ain’t allowed here.”

Spencer continued to trudge through the facility, mumbling and whispering and talking about things to himself. He noticed another person - Presly.

He lets out a low, long, whistle, taking out his clipboard immediately and scrawling down everything - the ears, the tail, his… his face?

“That’s a new one! That’s a new one, a new one, I tell ya!” Spencer grinned, repeating the phrase a few more times, observing Presly.

He’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before…!

-@appleofchaos

//the guy is here…

Sly turned to him at the noise, his fucked up ears perking and twitching at the words. They were sort of hard to process?? And made no sense. It pissed him off. Who was this asshole? He pouted.

”Th’ fuck does that mean?”

[howilongtobeyour-dog]

”Yeah. Well. ‘S pretty. Looks like it’d be nice to see. When yer stuck in confinement and you can’t look up at the real sky.”

He said, strangely thoughtfully. He then, against his better instincts, does run it through the locks of sky coloured hair. If not to feel how it’d feel (like the sky?? Soft?? Wet??) then just to see where hair would end and sky would begin.

“At least you have pretty signs. ‘Ve got gross ones. ‘Cuz I’m disgusting.”

Achaeus was on the run again. No, they didn't catch him or drag him back after the first time, he was just very scared. Yeah, leaving Zeno and Lune behind was an asshole move, but he'd be back for them. Soon. For now he needed some fresh air.

He was showing signs. His hair- his hair did the fucking thing again. And it was awful. It was blue like the sky with clouds moving all throughout it, there was even a hint of the sun in them- he honestly just wanted to cut his hair off himself just like they would back in the facility. While stuck in that horrible train of thought, he ran into someone.

@demigoddenier

A loud, low growl started after Acheus ran into the unknown person, but then quickly stopped.

The boy then proceeded to step back, giving Acheus a good look at him.

he looked… bad. Tongue splayed across bloody teeth and hands clenched into fists. Clearly, he hadn’t seemed a regular person in a while, with his mass of wavy hair sticking up like he were to be struck by lightning.

“Wh’t the fuck ‘re you doin’ here.”

He started, immediately on the defence. Nobody was supposed to be around when it was his outside time. They knew how violent he could get.

[howilongtobeyour-dog]

”uh. Dunno. ‘Ll figure it out later. Elizabeth is a posh name anyways. Doesn’t fit ya.”

He puts his hands back on his hips. Which draws attention to the deformation of his legs. The popping of sinew within them just to keep him standing upright. Without his couple seconds of silence it wouldn’t even be heard.

Then. Right as she says her second bit.

He bites. The flower.

Just shovels it into his mouth.

I mean where else could he hide it??? Plus flowers tasted good sometimes so. Whatever.

still. After chewing on it for a few seconds and frowning (ew, not meat,) he swallows it down.

“‘S that better?”

Elizabeth has been at the facility for years, since they were born, essentially. However, in that time, they had never gotten over their fear of the other.. mistakes.. in the facility.

Presley was possibly one of the scariest abominations in the facility. So, when Elizabeth was sent to collect him for testing.. they were so scared, sunflowers started sprouting from their hair.

But, they didn't want to get in trouble..

"Presley?" They ask in a quiet voice, trying to pick off their flowers- making sure their eye covering is on tight.

@pomegranate-nightmares

”’S Sly.”

He said simply, swinging his head around and squinting his eyes at her. His arms were crossed and his once-again long claws dug into his skin slightly.

“Oh.”

“‘S just you. Horns.”

The nickname fell out of his mouth easily. He… never told them that’s what he’d call them. It seemed to just. Be what he associated with them. Which was sort of concerning.

“What’re y’ doin’? What d’ you want? Why’re you in m’ den?”

[howilongtobeyour-dog]

I guess it’s something in her eyes, like Armageddon coming with the red sunrise - Submitted by: fastman27

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[howilongtobeyour-dog]

His brain very obviously screeched to a stop. His mouth sort of hung open for a second.

he was what.

Whag

what. ?

Before doing a hard reset and deciding this must be. The guy making fun of him.

Nobody had called him handsome before. His skin blushed in patches, some parts of it bright red and others his normal skin tone. It looked strange. He bared his teeth.

“The fuck d’you mean by that?”

He instigates, stepping forward in a threatening manor.

Spencer continued to trudge through the facility, mumbling and whispering and talking about things to himself. He noticed another person - Presly.

He lets out a low, long, whistle, taking out his clipboard immediately and scrawling down everything - the ears, the tail, his… his face?

“That’s a new one! That’s a new one, a new one, I tell ya!” Spencer grinned, repeating the phrase a few more times, observing Presly.

He’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before…!

-@appleofchaos

//the guy is here…

Sly turned to him at the noise, his fucked up ears perking and twitching at the words. They were sort of hard to process?? And made no sense. It pissed him off. Who was this asshole? He pouted.

”Th’ fuck does that mean?”

[howilongtobeyour-dog]

”I don’t like the name Elizabeth. ‘M gonna call you somethin’ else. If you don’t like Horns.”

He says simply. Seemingly he had made his decision against the name, both from the fact that it sounded prissy and they also smelled like discomfort. He scrunched up his nose.

The flowers though. They were pretty. And like, sure, they were showing signs, but like. Nobody was around the two. So he couldn’t figure out why it would matter. He padded up to her and reached to the top of her head to carefully (really. Really carefully. For some reason?) pick the flower and hold it close to his face to examine it.

Huh. Interesting.

“Ya won’t get ‘n trouble. ‘Cus, they don’t like to punish me. So.”

He shrugged.

Elizabeth has been at the facility for years, since they were born, essentially. However, in that time, they had never gotten over their fear of the other.. mistakes.. in the facility.

Presley was possibly one of the scariest abominations in the facility. So, when Elizabeth was sent to collect him for testing.. they were so scared, sunflowers started sprouting from their hair.

But, they didn't want to get in trouble..

"Presley?" They ask in a quiet voice, trying to pick off their flowers- making sure their eye covering is on tight.

@pomegranate-nightmares

”’S Sly.”

He said simply, swinging his head around and squinting his eyes at her. His arms were crossed and his once-again long claws dug into his skin slightly.

“Oh.”

“‘S just you. Horns.”

The nickname fell out of his mouth easily. He… never told them that’s what he’d call them. It seemed to just. Be what he associated with them. Which was sort of concerning.

“What’re y’ doin’? What d’ you want? Why’re you in m’ den?”

[howilongtobeyour-dog]

Sly grimaced and looked around, obviously confused.

He. Didn’t know what that was. Maybe a book? He hadn’t read a book. In a very long time. If ever.

But he didn’t want to sound stupid. He had to show the new kid that he was powerful and smart and manly so he’d know where they stood.

“Uhm.”

He said, hesitating.

“…No? ‘S just an offering. You can. I dunno. D somethin’ with it. Make somethin’ with the bones. You smell like the ocean. Did you know that? Ya do. So.”

Sly had seen the new kid around. He smelled like water. Or sweat. Or the ocean. He couldn’t tell yet. He wasn’t able to speak to the thing because of all the doctors parading the fucker around, but as soon as the boy seemed to have a moment alone Sly decided he wanted to bring him. A gift, of some kind. To get the kid to understand his place.

It took him a few days. Taking a key off of a doctor. Getting caught and having his food replaced with vegetables. Not eating it and getting locked in his crate. Getting let out again and made to eat the food. Then taking the keys again and not getting caught.

He’d snuck into the back room and gotten. A fish. A dead one, sure, but a fish. He felt like it made sense.

Then. He snuck around and gotten to the. The kids room. And opened the door.

It creaked loudly.

His tail wagged in the leg of his pants.

”…new guy?”

@howilongtobeyour-dog

*Caspian would be huddled up in his bed, his arms cradling his legs. He would have been crying, and startled by the arrival of Sly.*

"D-Did I do something wrong again? Did I show a sign?"

*Caspian wouldn't realize that Sly was not one of the staff. He's always associated the opening of his door after testing with when he's done something wrong.*

[howilongtobeyour-dog]

“And?? Pups,, they should,, if they’re sad, they need to eat. Not eatin’ll make the stress so much worse. Wh’n I’m stressed I break inta the kitchen and eat whatever meat they’ve gottin the fridge. So. Maybe you just gotta teach her. To … Be good.”

His words trailed off at the end as his eyes moved from the fallen tree to the boys hair. his eyes went somehow even wider, revealing large pupils. his purple irises were barely a ring around them. He was very obviously captivated.

He wandered back over and leaned towards Archaus, raising his hand to card through the boys hair to see how it’d look, what it’d do before stopping himself. Barely.

“No, no. I w’nt take ya back. How’d you… how’s your hair do that…?”

Achaeus was on the run again. No, they didn't catch him or drag him back after the first time, he was just very scared. Yeah, leaving Zeno and Lune behind was an asshole move, but he'd be back for them. Soon. For now he needed some fresh air.

He was showing signs. His hair- his hair did the fucking thing again. And it was awful. It was blue like the sky with clouds moving all throughout it, there was even a hint of the sun in them- he honestly just wanted to cut his hair off himself just like they would back in the facility. While stuck in that horrible train of thought, he ran into someone.

@demigoddenier

A loud, low growl started after Acheus ran into the unknown person, but then quickly stopped.

The boy then proceeded to step back, giving Acheus a good look at him.

he looked… bad. Tongue splayed across bloody teeth and hands clenched into fists. Clearly, he hadn’t seemed a regular person in a while, with his mass of wavy hair sticking up like he were to be struck by lightning.

“Wh’t the fuck ‘re you doin’ here.”

He started, immediately on the defence. Nobody was supposed to be around when it was his outside time. They knew how violent he could get.

[howilongtobeyour-dog]

”Woah.”

He said, his eyes glittering with the electricity now sparking from the trees. He was shocked. And scared. And. Excited.

“Th’s yer opinion. She won’t be dumb when sh’ starts eatin’. You can choose to make her not dumb. And. W’re you the one who did that?”

He padded away from Achaeus like it was nothing to get to the trees, prancing on the balls of his feet till he could sniff at the tree and sort of. Kick at it with his socks.

“Yer showin’ signs too then. Idiot.”

Achaeus was on the run again. No, they didn't catch him or drag him back after the first time, he was just very scared. Yeah, leaving Zeno and Lune behind was an asshole move, but he'd be back for them. Soon. For now he needed some fresh air.

He was showing signs. His hair- his hair did the fucking thing again. And it was awful. It was blue like the sky with clouds moving all throughout it, there was even a hint of the sun in them- he honestly just wanted to cut his hair off himself just like they would back in the facility. While stuck in that horrible train of thought, he ran into someone.

@demigoddenier

A loud, low growl started after Acheus ran into the unknown person, but then quickly stopped.

The boy then proceeded to step back, giving Acheus a good look at him.

he looked… bad. Tongue splayed across bloody teeth and hands clenched into fists. Clearly, he hadn’t seemed a regular person in a while, with his mass of wavy hair sticking up like he were to be struck by lightning.

“Wh’t the fuck ‘re you doin’ here.”

He started, immediately on the defence. Nobody was supposed to be around when it was his outside time. They knew how violent he could get.

[howilongtobeyour-dog]

“Why not?”

He starts, shifting his knees in his leg to stand upright, making a clicking and creaking noise that seemed. Very worrisome. After he stood up he shook his head, getting his shaggy hair out of his face.

His ears flipped around as well. If he wasn’t so scary it would’ve been cute.

”Yer the. Y’know. The hell’s your name anyways? If not Horns.”

He puts his hands on his hips, sort of standing like a disappointed mother.

“And I don’ wanna go to testin’.”

Elizabeth has been at the facility for years, since they were born, essentially. However, in that time, they had never gotten over their fear of the other.. mistakes.. in the facility.

Presley was possibly one of the scariest abominations in the facility. So, when Elizabeth was sent to collect him for testing.. they were so scared, sunflowers started sprouting from their hair.

But, they didn't want to get in trouble..

"Presley?" They ask in a quiet voice, trying to pick off their flowers- making sure their eye covering is on tight.

@pomegranate-nightmares

”’S Sly.”

He said simply, swinging his head around and squinting his eyes at her. His arms were crossed and his once-again long claws dug into his skin slightly.

“Oh.”

“‘S just you. Horns.”

The nickname fell out of his mouth easily. He… never told them that’s what he’d call them. It seemed to just. Be what he associated with them. Which was sort of concerning.

“What’re y’ doin’? What d’ you want? Why’re you in m’ den?”

[howilongtobeyour-dog]

Spencer continued to trudge through the facility, mumbling and whispering and talking about things to himself. He noticed another person - Presly.

He lets out a low, long, whistle, taking out his clipboard immediately and scrawling down everything - the ears, the tail, his… his face?

“That’s a new one! That’s a new one, a new one, I tell ya!” Spencer grinned, repeating the phrase a few more times, observing Presly.

He’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before…!

-@appleofchaos

//the guy is here…

Sly turned to him at the noise, his fucked up ears perking and twitching at the words. They were sort of hard to process?? And made no sense. It pissed him off. Who was this asshole? He pouted.

”Th’ fuck does that mean?”

[howilongtobeyour-dog]

i feel something when i look at that drawing of sly…

i fear you’ve created my exact transition goals /vpos

gulp……

[howilongtobeyour-dog]

”Ugh. No. Ew. ‘M not one of th’ doctors. I. I’m Sly? And yer new. So. I brought ya a fish. ‘Cus you smell like th’. Ocean.”

He saunters in and sits down in front of Caspian’s bed, sort of just. Waiting him to get out of bed so he can give it to him. Like a dog waiting for commands.

Sly had seen the new kid around. He smelled like water. Or sweat. Or the ocean. He couldn’t tell yet. He wasn’t able to speak to the thing because of all the doctors parading the fucker around, but as soon as the boy seemed to have a moment alone Sly decided he wanted to bring him. A gift, of some kind. To get the kid to understand his place.

It took him a few days. Taking a key off of a doctor. Getting caught and having his food replaced with vegetables. Not eating it and getting locked in his crate. Getting let out again and made to eat the food. Then taking the keys again and not getting caught.

He’d snuck into the back room and gotten. A fish. A dead one, sure, but a fish. He felt like it made sense.

Then. He snuck around and gotten to the. The kids room. And opened the door.

It creaked loudly.

His tail wagged in the leg of his pants.

”…new guy?”

@howilongtobeyour-dog

*Caspian would be huddled up in his bed, his arms cradling his legs. He would have been crying, and startled by the arrival of Sly.*

"D-Did I do something wrong again? Did I show a sign?"

*Caspian wouldn't realize that Sly was not one of the staff. He's always associated the opening of his door after testing with when he's done something wrong.*

[howilongtobeyour-dog]

”Hmmm.”

Sly says suspiciously, scrunching his nose up to sniff him again, noticing. Yes. They had a similar smell, actually. He wasn’t sure if it was just the sadness or something else, but he recognized it. He wanted to dig his teeth into it. Taste the air. It tasted like ozone. Like the air before it would rain. He bared his teeth for a moment before getting ahold of himself and looking around. No punishment. No punishment.

“Then. Yer gonna feed her. Right? Dumb girl doesn’t even kn’w to eat right. Ya gotta. Teach her good. Do you wanna fight me?”

Achaeus was on the run again. No, they didn't catch him or drag him back after the first time, he was just very scared. Yeah, leaving Zeno and Lune behind was an asshole move, but he'd be back for them. Soon. For now he needed some fresh air.

He was showing signs. His hair- his hair did the fucking thing again. And it was awful. It was blue like the sky with clouds moving all throughout it, there was even a hint of the sun in them- he honestly just wanted to cut his hair off himself just like they would back in the facility. While stuck in that horrible train of thought, he ran into someone.

@demigoddenier

A loud, low growl started after Acheus ran into the unknown person, but then quickly stopped.

The boy then proceeded to step back, giving Acheus a good look at him.

he looked… bad. Tongue splayed across bloody teeth and hands clenched into fists. Clearly, he hadn’t seemed a regular person in a while, with his mass of wavy hair sticking up like he were to be struck by lightning.

“Wh’t the fuck ‘re you doin’ here.”

He started, immediately on the defence. Nobody was supposed to be around when it was his outside time. They knew how violent he could get.

[howilongtobeyour-dog]

SLY REF SHEET 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[howilongtobeyour-dog]

Elizabeth has been at the facility for years, since they were born, essentially. However, in that time, they had never gotten over their fear of the other.. mistakes.. in the facility.

Presley was possibly one of the scariest abominations in the facility. So, when Elizabeth was sent to collect him for testing.. they were so scared, sunflowers started sprouting from their hair.

But, they didn't want to get in trouble..

"Presley?" They ask in a quiet voice, trying to pick off their flowers- making sure their eye covering is on tight.

@pomegranate-nightmares

”’S Sly.”

He said simply, swinging his head around and squinting his eyes at her. His arms were crossed and his once-again long claws dug into his skin slightly.

“Oh.”

“‘S just you. Horns.”

The nickname fell out of his mouth easily. He… never told them that’s what he’d call them. It seemed to just. Be what he associated with them. Which was sort of concerning.

“What’re y’ doin’? What d’ you want? Why’re you in m’ den?”