Flyers | OTA

[limier]

FORM: Posted around various Inquisition spaces
SENDER: Wren
RECIPIENT: You!
WHAT: Puppies
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Log option in comments. Old!dog is already bonded, but if you'd like to IC-ly acquire a mabari (or normal dog) in this, just link me to your AC reward & we'll make it work. ❤

UNBONDED MABARI AVAILABLE:

FEMALE, 8 YEARS, LIMITED TRAINING

EXPERIENCE WITH DOGS STRONGLY RECOMMENDED

INTRODUCTIONS AT STABLES - ASK FOR COUPE

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log;

[limier]

Inquiring summons them in short enough order: Large dog, even larger woman — and both already looking impatient of this venture.

"That’s the one," Announces the cheerful, pimply young man who’s been raking horseshit out of the path. (Everything’s a cause for cheer when you’re not in the Deep Roads). "Bites."

There's a bandage on his arm; he smiles broad and bland. Really, it's all a step up after the last few missions.

[circleprodigy]

Inessa doesn't need a mabari, not when she already has one. She would have ignored the flyer, but for Coupe's name. Unable to resist, she arrives with Garahel at her side. Her mabari immediately starts wagging his tail upon seeing a potential friend, but the warning about biting is enough for her to gesture that he should restrain himself. She then meets Coupe's gaze with a smile and peers at her companion.

"Does she have a name?"

[limier]

A tentative smile returned, even as her hand flinches out, reflexively, to the dog’s collar. It rumbles low, but doesn’t make a further move towards Garahel.

"Ah. Preudame," A bloody awful pun, but that had always been Courwin’s style. "I believe."

Disinclined as she is to name most beasts, Wren can’t deny the necessity of it when working with war hounds. These are not the semi-feral curs of her youth.

"I had — ah — been hoping to ask you of her." Her fingers slip free once she’s certain the older dog won’t lunge, a short gesture to Garahel. "I have never heard how the two of you were acquainted."

[circleprodigy]

"Hello, Preudame." Inessa nods politely to the mabari, then glances with a raised eyebrow as her hand pauses at her satchel. "Can I give her something?" She's always generous with dogs, though what she's heard about this one has her a little cautious. Wren seems to know her best, so she'll follow her cue.

Garahel wags his tail at Wren, still watching the other mabari with interest, but the rumbling keeps him back for now. "I met Garahel as a pup, shortly after he was weaned. I had just joined the Grey Wardens in full, and a more senior member -also a Ferelden- told me of a kennel nearby that was offering Grey Wardens the first chance to bond with their newly-weaned pups. I'd never had an animal companion before -the Circle mousers don't count- but...I was curious. When I saw him, he was such a tiny, feisty thing, full of love. He practically leapt into my lap and wouldn't let me leave without him. Whatever made him decide I was the one, it seemed to happen near-instantly."

She chuckles at that fond memory, stroking her mabari's head with her free hand.

a note left somewhere for her;

[inagutterson]

Wren.

[What?

What is this?

What are you doing?]

Are we not infested enough?

scrawled on the bottom

[limier]

I do not intend to keep it.

[ but there's definitely a giant grouchy dog in the room, quite possibly sleeping on yngvi's bed, ]

A few days, at the most. [ it's definitely going to be longer than that ] It was a friend's.

tacked on because numero uno good boy

[inagutterson]

Floor traps removed, unfair on mystery dog in new place.

Will update on nugtroductions.

tosses him a milkbone

[limier]

[ "when did you add floor traps" and other questions to worry over at a later date. at least it's a good reason to stay sober. ]

A gentleman. Thank you — if it gives them any trouble, I will move it to the office.

Check the third drawer of my desk when you've time.

[ remember that boneflayer-inspired romance? here's a refresher in the flesh. ink. whatever. ]

this is why he fought korrin for you

[inagutterson]

[Look he has a few modified bear traps near his bed. Can't be too careful about who might come knocking when one half of the roomie population is away and the other half isn't totally up to paying attention to things.]

Let the record show my honour that I was given full permission to go rummaging through Ser Coupe's drawers.

[Wren. Wren you will be privy to the dramatic giggling re-readings as he corpses the whole time with his best Avvar and Orlesian accents.]

[limier]

[ sssssigh ]

Are you pitching an Inquisition sequel?

[ she’ll do any necessary ferelden voices ]

[inagutterson]

Depends if I can steal some of my lady's tall elf's robes to get myself in the right mood for it.

[If you hear screaming, you know to look away and start drinking.]

[limier]

Why steal when one might borrow? I am certain Mssr Thranduil is not so uncharitable as to require you his permission first.

[ this counts as aiding and abetting probably but on the other hand who'd believe it ]

[inagutterson]

I'm not asking him for things and I can do it and not have him know. Ever. Big house, small me. Borrowing isn't fun.

[Carta, Wren, Carta. Borrowing is what you say when you get caught. If you can't kick them in the knees and run like the void itself is trying to eat you.]

[limier]

Neither is him never knowing.

[ can he even reach thranduil's knees?? ]

[inagutterson]

Oh he'll know after he'll just have to prove it.

[This is why he has Jimothy. This is literally the entire reason he has Jimothy.]

[limier]

Best that he does not. I have lately exhausted my bail reserves.

[ reward her faith in your sneakiness bro, because she's broke AF after cade ]

[inagutterson]

I am a handsome, charming, well-connected dwarf.

[If it all goes wrong, you know what he'll do.

He will absolutely roll to seduce the guard.]

[limier]

[ ok but she's picturing, ]

It is not your charm that I doubt. I've had word of his charms -- they are considerably less connected.

[ rolling to seduce thranduil is what they're talking about right because that dick is broke ]

[wardeneructate]

[Various ones of these have a note added in messy writing now. And poor spelling.]

LOKING TO CREETE MABARI CHAREOT ARMY

[........What.]

crystals; private

[limier]

[ it's a message-runner that eventually rats him out (the inquisition is not over-supplied with red-headed, reeking dwarves modifying its postings) ]

Would one not require multiple dogs for an army?

[wardeneructate]

[When you're not trying to be subtle you're sure to get caught. Especially when you stand out like a sore and smelly thumb.]

Got to start somewhere. Might even get others to show up.

[limier]

Are you volunteering to begin? I fear I've no knowledge of how to drive a chariot. A misspent youth.

[ this dog could be yours, oghren. someone take this giant dog off her hands. ]

[wardeneructate]

Can't say I do either. I just don't see why people aren't doing it in the first place. Would be sodding terrifying.

[limier]

Rather less motion to bite if they're roped in. You'd want for some manner of quick release —

[ are they discussing this now, apparently they are, the scratch of a pen is almost definitely not her drawing plans ]

[wardeneructate]

Maybe if you have the attachment further on the back. Gives them room to make for a good bite.

[He's so amazed that someone is FINALLY LISTENING TO HIM about this. So of course he's going to excitedly share ideas now.]

[limier]

Difficult to stabilize the main chair that way. Perhaps if you added more wheels to it, more a miniature cart?

[wardeneructate]

Huh. Never thought of that. So if it were more a cart then we'd be able to keep it back for all the bitey stuff.

crystals; private

[youwonscience]

Oh my god, I've read about mabari bonding. That's so cool. How can you tell she's unbonded, is there a particular behavior pattern?

[She's not a zoologist, no, but the whole phenomenon is interesting to her; a variation of the way some young animals imprint on their mother, maybe, or a more intense version of the canine domestication she knows. Dog breeding details -- the weakness of the out-of-work geneticist.]

[limier]

Ah, [ and here's the trouble of it: ] It is only,

[ she fumbles, uncertain. her particular education never covered hound-handling in any detail; she's got stories to go on, here. that's about it. ]

They most often attach for life. If she were so, I expect, [ a beat. she tries again: ] I expect that she would yet be in Orlais. They are — difficult to move, when they do not wish it.

Would you like to meet her?

[ could a small researcher could use a large guard dog? possibly. at least one she's not dating. ]

[youwonscience]

Totally. Whenever's good, my schedule's flexible.

[Do you really want to give Herian's girlfriend a mabari?]