Honey, I Pray For You

[Harvey Butler]

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((000)) Sorry for whatever this is. :I There was no escape. Life threatened and heart racing, the victim calmed to immerse himself in complete concentration, as one fault could lead to his untimely demise. Carefully, slowly, he started his journey toward the safe haven above. Heterochromic eyes darted around almost manically, every sense heightened in anxious... Though it was futile. Even with perked ears ready to detect the sound of his oncoming attacker, the shepherd would have to accept his fate if that sound be the case; there was not getting free of the ravenous clutches of the creature lurking around. Somewhere... Hiding. No, watching. The male realised for a moment that he'd been still for the duration of his fearful acknowledgements. It was a mistake... There was time to catch up. That is, if he wasn't already posed for annihilation. He had to move, but he found himself frozen, a cold shiver running down his spine at the sound of clicking on the hardwood. No... Not yet. It was motivation enough to free the dog from his spot, no longer fused to the location. Still, there was lost time to make up; he would have to move quickly if he wanted to at least delay the inevitable. Swiftly, though with grace obtained through training his his past (one thing from his horrid history the merle could appreciate), he made it to the base of the stairs, white gloved hand reaching to keep himself steady after a sudden stop. He looked around once more. So far, so good. Not too far now... Perhaps it was possible to make it through another day. The mere thought caused his lips to twitch into a half-hearted grin. Confidence restored, and hope swelling in the broad chest of the Englishdog, he started up the structure... A loud creak punctured through the rooms of the establishment. Soon, the moment of peace and silence awaiting him in the privacy of the welcoming bedroom upstairs was to be compromised. He was sure. With a low groan, the shepherd hung his head. "Bullocks..." He muttered, counting the seconds before Vivienne Butler found her prey.

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[Vivienne Butler]

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vivienne butlerFeel it in your bones as the wolves surround our homes and the violent storm makes its way to the coast

She'd known that her prey would come. The scarlet child was on the prowl, crouching like a tiger hidden in the shadowed folds of her favorite blanket, visible only when the daylight illuminated the keen flashes of honey brown eyes as they sought their target. As he paused, the huntress knew that the time was right, and she pounced waiting place in the shadowed bedroom. Her figure was older; lithe, lean, the damsel had been graced with seven tedious months to develop some muscular finesse, and there was a fearsome strength within the pigeon-toed bound toward her father. "Papaaa!" Her warcry sang in melodious glee through the hallways of the creaking Butler domain, the swift and silent steps toward her sire concluded in a flying leap as the child entirely tackled the male with arms wide.

She would hang from his shoulders like a vibrant, dancing parasite if allowed, dainty round feet shifting eagerly in a flouncing jig. "Papa, can we do somefin' fun t'day, can we please? Basil and Samuel and Stella won't play with me, but you will won't you, oui papa?" The curious lilts of colorful enunciation were marked by what would have been a calculated coyness, if not for words soft, earnest, and shy, only magnified by the halo of cherry blonde waves. Her brown eyes were bright with the whimsical hopes of a child.

Her older siblings were always so occupied in such dreary older sibling things, and she'd grown tired of being lectured on attempts to rough-house with her pregnant mother; now the Butler youth had an frightening abundance of energy to share with the male. She wanted to dance, to sing, to laugh, to run, but the joys of doing so seemed diminished when there was no one to admire her - Vivienne flourished when in the company of an audience, and for the time, or however briefly the flighty child was interested in his presence, Harvey Butler was the one she had chosen.

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[Harvey Butler]

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((000)) sorry for lates I suck. ;n; He'd sighed heavily only moments before her voice had reached his ears. The merle braced for impact, fully aware of his daughter's habit of physically obtaining her target's attention. Where a simple Hey dad, guess what! would suffice, Vivienne had other methods... Such as chewing on ears, tugging limbs or tackling the poor being that she felt required her attention. She'd evolved into a stealthy attacker, many of her actions a surprised to her constantly suspicious family members... Unless the movements came equipped with some giggled battle cry. She was relentless. A groan left the male as the female attached herself to his figure, hyper as a hummingbird as she made her request. Harvey Butler couldn't adore his children any more than he already had. The love the aussie dog felt for his offspring (as well as his lovely wife) was considered the reason behind all that he did that was good, striving to be a respectable role model, an effective mentor, as well as an unforgettable father. There was no doubt that overall, his children meant the world and more to the Englishdog. No matter how many times he whispered phrases like Why? or You're testing me, ain't ya? to his unrecognized, figurative deity (or other imaginary omnipotent being), the Butler father would fight for his family until he could do so no more. "I can 'ardly imagine why not..." The cockney mumbled, only half joking in response to the remark that her siblings would rather avoid her company. Afterward, he gave her a genuine grin, always eager to spend time with his pups. "Oui, of course, ma chère." He smiled, his accent improving, but still noticeably English even while speaking in a foreign tongue. He might as well enjoy playtime while he could; in not too distant of a future, he'd be too weak and decrepit to run about and act like a fool, and the darling little things who before had no other interest than playing tag and chasing rabbits would find something (or someone) else to occupy their time, leaving the Londoner and Aoves to carry on with their own adventures. Without realising it, he'd frowned, not fancying the thought of his actually coming true. With that, the shepherd found himself far more willing to satisfy Vivienne's demands, fulfilling her needs like any caring parent would do. "What do ya want t' do, love." The Englishdog smiled, hoping that if time were to continue moving by so fast, he'd remember the scarlet mutt happy.

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