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[ DAY TWO OF A HAUNTING;

picture it. you are having a quiet moment, perhaps enjoying the twilight, when a dark shadow approaches. the scent is worse tonight, but only a little. just a bit stronger, a bit more rancid.

the dog barks. the bark sounds more like a hundred tortured souls begging for help. she also brings with her a stick. perhaps this person also has snacks? ]

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[ Astarion has no snacks on his person, alas, but there's a plate nearby, upon which are the remnants of someone's patio dinner. (There's also Shadowheart, darting about his feet, but the first thing Astarion says when he sees the hound is, to both of them, now play nicely, else I'll be quite cross with the both of you.) He hesitates only a moment before retrieving it, setting it down upon the grass and backing away in case the dog is still somewhat averse to being approached.

You know, whatever it is you've found to roll in, it's quite worse than it was the other day.

He waits, then, to see if the dog will eat, or if it simply wants to play. ]

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[ she eats a little, then trots over to the man for a bit of scratching, then back to the plate. the demon chicken is very territorial and dita does not want to get involved with that, but she's friendly enough. she's happy to share if no chicken-related incidents occur.

she'll stay until the plate is empty - after which she's absconding with the plate. thank you! ]