M- With a Rebel Yell, She Cries "More,

Harvey Butler · 08-14-2012, 08:44 PM

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((527)) Oh pfft! Don't be so hard on yourself, bby~ I totally understand, and the great read made it well worth the wait! But, thank you for letting me know!

Harvey

This was the exact type of weather that made living in Halifax so comfortable to the red merle male. Overcast, soft fog, dark skies... Just like home! All it needed was a towering Big Ben, old red phone booths and discarded, tattered Union flags. A nice, broken down double decker bus would finish off the scene quite nicely, giving the ruined city an authentic London feel.

Harvey Butler sighed heavily, his breath visible as vapors in the chilly air. It didn't effect him any; not only was the aussie dog rather used to the grim climate, his lengthy fur did a nice job at keeping him warm and dry.

Clothing wise, he bore a pair of tattered, but, for the majority intact black shorts, riding low enough on his hips that his furry tail could sway comfortably behind him. He had a cracked pair of sunglasses atop his head, resting on his mess of copper locks, and a black tie knotted around his neck like some sort of human child trying to dress himself (he wasn't really sure how to properly fix the tie, so he improvised, and he at least thought he looked pretty dashing despite the ignorance). They were items he found sifting through the ruins, and thought they really held no purpose or sentimental value, Harvey figured there was really no sense in letting "good" objects go to waste, and it was amusing, in the least.

The Cockney canine was making his way down the street from the home he was staying in temporarily, deciding a nice walk in the fresh air would help him rest easily.

Sudden noises caught his attention, and his flopped ears perked (well, at least as much as flopped ears would) at the sound. They were... Voices? They at least resembled so, he thought-

Then even his curiosity was interrupted by what sounded like a distressed shriek, an animal-like screech that made his heart skip a beat. It was merely a bird, and he became soon aware of it, but when one isn't expecting such a cacophonous call, fear is understandable, and, mostly, inevitable.

Once his heart had ceased in it's racing, and his nerves had calmed, Harvey continued, bi-coloured eyes glancing about, not in a suspicious or paranoid manner, but with wonder.

He heard something else.

Bloody 'ell... The australian shepherd mumbled, Maybe I'm not goin' cooky aftah all.

He smiled somewhat at his own comment about his sanity, and kept up with his walking. Yep, he was most certain he was hearing voices. He assumed somebody must be near, and by the sounds of it, possibly with company. It didn't much shock him anymore. During his time in Nova Scotia, he'd gotten to meet plenty of other canines like and much unlike himself. When he'd first arrived, meeting with a stranger was like shaking hands with the Queen herself, but he'd learned to settle down some, content now that he knew he wasn't alone on this new land.

Harvey traveled on, nearing the source(s) of the voices, keeping his brown and blue eyes open and alert, but he otherwise was doing as he planned: enjoying himself.

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