I could never forget the day I picked you, from that dusty interrogation cell, beaten and ragged, a sorry sight.
How far you've come, you've grown upon following my light.
My Hound, My instrument, that gleeful song you sing, an omen to the near godhood I help bring.
Through the darkest night, through mud and this plight.
I shan't forget how far we've come my Shining Starlight.
Through hell and the high waters of the end.
I think of you to no end.
And on this great journey together our shared goal will not bend.
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Yes Hound? I know you can't stop staring.
So speak, come on your your big pup words, tell Handler what you need.
You might get it as a treat after your next mission.
Less bravado than usual but,
I wish to look up at the stars, with hope, with wonder, with dreams once more.
I miss that feeling, but for now, I must settle this decrepit, bottomless and vast void inside of myself, it's purpose and whether I will tame it or be consumed by it.
I am ever so excited to see my Hound today, it has been far too long since I last had her. Having her like play dough for me to Mould and perfect to my desire, she belongs in the firm hand of my leather glove.
Soon Puppy, I can't wait to see you, My First Hound.
A very fun and impromptu piece. The symbols are Coelbren y Beirdd, a 18th-19th century Welsh script and were an absolute pleasure to cut into such beautiful willing flesh.
@cassdrouple@housewifehound@NoMouthMutt Sufficient is fine, but for myself and given the state I found my Hound in upon waking up today, no you went too far.
@cassdrouple@housewifehound@NoMouthMutt Excuse me, Missing training? No.
I make use of those feral instincts of hers when needed, she knows her place and that place does not enforce her as under any Handler other than myself.
As for which rips the other apart, I will always bet on my Hounds to beat any Mutt.