Weird post. Lemme know if the small bit of PP is not okay. <3 WC: 500
Caspa took the rotting fruit and the large animal seemed immediately interested. Denver stood a good few feet away, securely out of harm's reach. His hands rested on his hips, staring up at the girl and the horse, his head angled down. He grimaced as she held it out to the beast, and watched with shock as it nearly took her whole hand off! His eyebrows furrowed, but the girl seemed hardly flustered as she offered it again.
This time, the horse took the bait. A rotten crunching sound filled the air, and the fruit's tangy scent made Denver's nose curl. The combination of smells now mingling in the barn nearly made his stomach churn. "God," he muttered under his breath, icy eyes darting around, feeling unsettled by the strange energy here. It was about time they'd left this cursed place, damn it! The dog sighed impatiently and took a single step closer to the exit, still behind her, still watching closely. He really didn't want to have to save her from that thing. And then, she was on top of the gate. The thin wood between them was now meaningless, and her body was inches from that beast's. It was distracted, for now, but she was so crazy, going in there with it alone.
Denver stared hard, icy eyes not hesitating to pause and ogle her backside as she leaned over the short door. A sly grin crossed his face, eyes lilting as he watched her; if she was his companion for the day, he would not complain. The strange girl leaned down into the room, and he knew her head must be so close to those dangerous hooves. He took a breath as she moved suddenly quickly, coming up with the dirty, now tattered clothing in her hand. Denver raised his arms in an almost-successful gesture before his excitement was interrupted. The horse lunged at Caspa as she slid her body to the floor. She avoided it's danger, but then lost her balance and fell to the ground. She was either too stunned to move, or too scared to stand back up. The beast still lingered.
Once again all too shocked, the white wolf-dog took a cautious step forward. Her head moved around; she must have been alive. Fearful of the horse more than she had been, he skirted the head of the thing, leaning over to offer his hand to her in a strangely gentlemanly act. Pulling her out of harm's way and back to her feet, he stepped back and narrowed his eyes on her. She'd nearly gotten herself killed!
"Girl, yer crazy!" he exclaimed in an excited, slightly annoyed growl. "You got yer damn coat, so can we get the hell outta here, now?" he whined, frustrated and far past ready to move on. He reached out to take her wrist in his hand, and moved quickly to lead her out of this wretched place.
It was about time to find a castle.
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