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I accidentally stayed up till 5am drawing this, woops
anyway, this is a scene from this RP that I love so much
I mean I ripped the feelings right out of context in this comic strip but here's the actual scene, it's p cute:
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HERO
"Aw, cheer up, buttercup." Hero said as he lifted her chin with his nose while laying down to see her eye to eye. "Its not the end of the world..." It wasn't a poor character trait, but Hero was growing more and more frustrated over the fact that he couldn't help being so... so sweet to someone who caused him so much grief. He just couldn't seem to stop himself from trying to make people happy. "You're telling me The Great Patagonia can't handle a little scratch? Like I said, you'll be back on your feet in no time. And don't feel bad about being bested by a weaponized animal 20 times your size who you thought was dead. You shoulda seen me the first time I went after a raccoon, I ran from that little demon with my tail between my legs!" Hero let out an uncomfortable chuckle as he thought about that moment, and how much he hated raccoons, and how he felt the need to cheer Patagonia up after all the times she had brought him down. He didn't want to, but he needed to, it just seemed like the right thing to do. "Oh," he interjected between thoughts, "my humans will probably be coming back with some stuff to help your wound heal, that's what they did for me when i fought that, er, turkey... and see, my fur is already growing back!" He said, rolling onto his side and waving his forearm at her with a childish, open-mouthed smile on his face.

PATAGONIA
As Hero lifted her head, Patagonia couldn't help but look into his eyes and see something extraordinary; out of all the dogs she'd encountered in her life, not one had held that look after a moment with her; those other dogs had either disregarded her attitude, or gave her an attitude right back. Even Cardigan, when faced with Patagonia's sour personality, had pushed it aside and learned to ignore it; but Hero had not only acknowledged it — he had accepted it as well. With a small a smile, the hound began her retort, which, for the first time in a very long time, came in a friendly tone. "Buttercup? I guess it's better than Patty..."
The beagle's mood lifted as Hero continued to speak, and she couldn't help but let out something between a laugh and scoff when he mentioned fighting a turkey. "A turkey, huh? Boy, I bet it really did a number on you. As for this wound, I'm sure my girl will take me to the vet in the morning. Er, Harvey will, I guess. In fact, I think I will have some of that wound stuff." Not that Harvey was a bad owner or anything; he just liked to use a lot of home remedies, which ranged from some aloe gel (which she was highly allergic to, and would never let him put on her) to a bag of frozen peas.

HERO
"You don't remember?" He questioned as he rolled back onto his belly, "yeah, that turkey we found in the forest a while ago." Hero propped himself up into a play bow as he prepared for an enthusiastic story telling, bouncing from one area of the room to another as he switch between characters. "I had SLAMMED my face into a tree and you were like 'ahahahaha!' and I called you Patty and you were like 'ew, no, that's gross.' but I still do it anyway and I was like 'aw c'mon, why you gotta be like that?' and you were like 'BIRD' and I-" In an instant, Hero was sharply cut off by the cold, tinny pang of something right behind him. The sound grabbed him by the chest with both surprise and terror and sent him flying as quickly away from whatever it was as possible. "AQAA AVANI!" He yelped as he scrambled away from the sound. It seemed he had hopped his hind leg into the food bowl he had tossed aside, but he hadn't realized it until he clambered himself into a spot that placed him in a nonexistent space between his bed and the wall, safely behind Patagonia. "Oh." He said with relief through wheezy breaths as he watched the bowl rattle to a stop. Hero mumbled what almost seemed to be some sort of prayer under his still panicked breath before returning to reality. "I swear to god, I thought the Aurora borealis was here to play ball with my head, I don't know why, that was so scary you have no idea..." Letting out a laborious sigh, Hero leaned back against the wall, his heart still racing as he kept a close eye on his food bowl.

PATAGONIA
As she listened to the mutt speak, Patagonia began to recall a faint memory of the ghastly white turkeys that had raised Canidale for a short time. She had tried to suppress that particular scene, specifically for the reason of forgetting the evil birds. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down her spine; the small shiver was nothing, however, compared to Hero, who jumped out of his fur after accidentally upsetting his food bowl. One minute, he was crouched in front of her; the next, he’d managed to wedge himself between her and the wall, more on top of her than on his bed. Wheezing, the hound scooted forward, thankful he’d missed her leg. “You’re five hundred pounds, Hero,” she scoffed, looking back at him with a frown. “The aurora-what?! What’re you so afraid of?” And, more importantly, should I be afraid too? Just in case there was some sort of monster in his house, Patagonia scooted back into Hero’s fur — for precautionary reasons, of course.

HERO
"I-It's uh... it's just some old native folklore my dad told me to um, uh... to keep me from breakin' out of my kennel as a pup." Hero took a breath to try and relax himself before continuing. "Yeah, uh, the native Alaskans believe the northern lights are made of pups who died as children, a-and when they come out you... you hafta cover you head or they'll come down and steal it to play fetch with... a few late night training sessions made me realize that's not true, but apparently I'm s-still not over it..." The tale was clear in Hero's head, but a barrage of other thoughts dislodged his line of thinking. Now, it wasn't decapitation that had his heart racing, but something else. It was subtle, but he felt it. She leaned in to him. She leaned in to him. How could he focus on relaying childhood trauma when the feeling of the female against his chest set his brain on a spin cycle. His rattled mind told him to leave, but his hungry heart wanted to devour her. He had spent his entire evening with the beagle, but it wasn't until that moment that his aching loneliness seemed to melt away. This was not the first time they had touched, but it was the first time he was desperate enough the think she might actually want to be this close to him. It was a terrifying thought, but it'd be a lie to say he didn't like it. Luckily, his humans came shuffling into the room with Harvey close behind them, and Hero rigidly crawled away with his tail tight on his hind legs as they shooed him off of her, secretly happy they had showed up before he did something really stupid.

okay, it's 6:15 now, goodbye.

1: +15 Fullbody/+5 Other character 20
2: +15 Fullbody/+5 Other character 20
3: +10 Bust/+5 Other character 15
4: +15 Fullbody/+5 Other character 20
5: +5 Headshot 5
6: --
7: --

80CP

Description
I accidentally stayed up till 5am drawing this, woops
anyway, this is a scene from this RP that I love so much
I mean I ripped the feelings right out of context in this comic strip but here's the actual scene, it's p cute:
---------
HERO
"Aw, cheer up, buttercup." Hero said as he lifted her chin with his nose while laying down to see her eye to eye. "Its not the end of the world..." It wasn't a poor character trait, but Hero was growing more and more frustrated over the fact that he couldn't help being so... so sweet to someone who caused him so much grief. He just couldn't seem to stop himself from trying to make people happy. "You're telling me The Great Patagonia can't handle a little scratch? Like I said, you'll be back on your feet in no time. And don't feel bad about being bested by a weaponized animal 20 times your size who you thought was dead. You shoulda seen me the first time I went after a raccoon, I ran from that little demon with my tail between my legs!" Hero let out an uncomfortable chuckle as he thought about that moment, and how much he hated raccoons, and how he felt the need to cheer Patagonia up after all the times she had brought him down. He didn't want to, but he needed to, it just seemed like the right thing to do. "Oh," he interjected between thoughts, "my humans will probably be coming back with some stuff to help your wound heal, that's what they did for me when i fought that, er, turkey... and see, my fur is already growing back!" He said, rolling onto his side and waving his forearm at her with a childish, open-mouthed smile on his face.

PATAGONIA
As Hero lifted her head, Patagonia couldn't help but look into his eyes and see something extraordinary; out of all the dogs she'd encountered in her life, not one had held that look after a moment with her; those other dogs had either disregarded her attitude, or gave her an attitude right back. Even Cardigan, when faced with Patagonia's sour personality, had pushed it aside and learned to ignore it; but Hero had not only acknowledged it — he had accepted it as well. With a small a smile, the hound began her retort, which, for the first time in a very long time, came in a friendly tone. "Buttercup? I guess it's better than Patty..."
The beagle's mood lifted as Hero continued to speak, and she couldn't help but let out something between a laugh and scoff when he mentioned fighting a turkey. "A turkey, huh? Boy, I bet it really did a number on you. As for this wound, I'm sure my girl will take me to the vet in the morning. Er, Harvey will, I guess. In fact, I think I will have some of that wound stuff." Not that Harvey was a bad owner or anything; he just liked to use a lot of home remedies, which ranged from some aloe gel (which she was highly allergic to, and would never let him put on her) to a bag of frozen peas.

HERO
"You don't remember?" He questioned as he rolled back onto his belly, "yeah, that turkey we found in the forest a while ago." Hero propped himself up into a play bow as he prepared for an enthusiastic story telling, bouncing from one area of the room to another as he switch between characters. "I had SLAMMED my face into a tree and you were like 'ahahahaha!' and I called you Patty and you were like 'ew, no, that's gross.' but I still do it anyway and I was like 'aw c'mon, why you gotta be like that?' and you were like 'BIRD' and I-" In an instant, Hero was sharply cut off by the cold, tinny pang of something right behind him. The sound grabbed him by the chest with both surprise and terror and sent him flying as quickly away from whatever it was as possible. "AQAA AVANI!" He yelped as he scrambled away from the sound. It seemed he had hopped his hind leg into the food bowl he had tossed aside, but he hadn't realized it until he clambered himself into a spot that placed him in a nonexistent space between his bed and the wall, safely behind Patagonia. "Oh." He said with relief through wheezy breaths as he watched the bowl rattle to a stop. Hero mumbled what almost seemed to be some sort of prayer under his still panicked breath before returning to reality. "I swear to god, I thought the Aurora borealis was here to play ball with my head, I don't know why, that was so scary you have no idea..." Letting out a laborious sigh, Hero leaned back against the wall, his heart still racing as he kept a close eye on his food bowl.

PATAGONIA
As she listened to the mutt speak, Patagonia began to recall a faint memory of the ghastly white turkeys that had raised Canidale for a short time. She had tried to suppress that particular scene, specifically for the reason of forgetting the evil birds. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down her spine; the small shiver was nothing, however, compared to Hero, who jumped out of his fur after accidentally upsetting his food bowl. One minute, he was crouched in front of her; the next, he’d managed to wedge himself between her and the wall, more on top of her than on his bed. Wheezing, the hound scooted forward, thankful he’d missed her leg. “You’re five hundred pounds, Hero,” she scoffed, looking back at him with a frown. “The aurora-what?! What’re you so afraid of?” And, more importantly, should I be afraid too? Just in case there was some sort of monster in his house, Patagonia scooted back into Hero’s fur — for precautionary reasons, of course.

HERO
"I-It's uh... it's just some old native folklore my dad told me to um, uh... to keep me from breakin' out of my kennel as a pup." Hero took a breath to try and relax himself before continuing. "Yeah, uh, the native Alaskans believe the northern lights are made of pups who died as children, a-and when they come out you... you hafta cover you head or they'll come down and steal it to play fetch with... a few late night training sessions made me realize that's not true, but apparently I'm s-still not over it..." The tale was clear in Hero's head, but a barrage of other thoughts dislodged his line of thinking. Now, it wasn't decapitation that had his heart racing, but something else. It was subtle, but he felt it. She leaned in to him. She leaned in to him. How could he focus on relaying childhood trauma when the feeling of the female against his chest set his brain on a spin cycle. His rattled mind told him to leave, but his hungry heart wanted to devour her. He had spent his entire evening with the beagle, but it wasn't until that moment that his aching loneliness seemed to melt away. This was not the first time they had touched, but it was the first time he was desperate enough the think she might actually want to be this close to him. It was a terrifying thought, but it'd be a lie to say he didn't like it. Luckily, his humans came shuffling into the room with Harvey close behind them, and Hero rigidly crawled away with his tail tight on his hind legs as they shooed him off of her, secretly happy they had showed up before he did something really stupid.

okay, it's 6:15 now, goodbye.

1: +15 Fullbody/+5 Other character 20
2: +15 Fullbody/+5 Other character 20
3: +10 Bust/+5 Other character 15
4: +15 Fullbody/+5 Other character 20
5: +5 Headshot 5
6: --
7: --

80CP