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Foster van Denend ([personal profile] criticallyfucked) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival 2017-10-14 01:13 pm (UTC)

Technically, neither of these two have ever seen what a dog looks like in his world. Perhaps these are dogs to him!

They're not, of course. Which is why he shakes some blood off his fingertips and smiles brightly as he settles into the saddle, then looks down at the two 'dogs.'

Undead or not, his creations mill about, still sniffing the ground at his horse's restless feet.

"Search."

There was no need to say it out loud, of course, but it's satisfying. And if he learned anything in school as a child, it's that presentation is an essential part of magic.

Either way, they start to move, handlike paws leaving strange tracks as they circle and then break their way into the undergrowth, furry heads lifting every few seconds to scent at the air.

He kicks his mare into a walk, then a trot; she tosses her head, clearly unhappy, but complies.

"If they find anything--when they find something," he corrects himself with an unusual degree of certainty, "I'll know."

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