「✧」 The man's been standing in front of the lawn for eight minutes now. While it's true that Sanctus Clinic's elaborate facade attracts plenty of attention (and photos from the tourists who end up wandering off Pearl Street), most of them don't linger long. After all, this is neither a shop nor an entertainment venue, but a place of solace for weary souls seeking rest.

Thinking this has gone on for long enough, the angel opens the third-story window of his study, climbs onto the ledge, and leaps soundlessly to the ground, assisted by his invisible wings.

No need to be too flashy.

“May I help you?” he asks as he strolls over with hands in his pockets. The man, he notes, is almost tall enough to rival himself and armed with a sword.

“This is a house of healing.”

“If you’re not here for an appointment, then I kindly ask you to put your weapon away.”

@streunerhund ໒꒱

@streunerhund

ʚїɞ - "Master Dias? What did you choose as your Guardian?" It was pretty obvious what Fern had chosen consider how sheep-like she appeared. But she'd definitely deflect the question if she was asked why she chose a sheep when there were much more intimidating options on the list.

"It's a carnivore, right? Why did everyone I know pick something that would try to eat me...?" Not that there was any proof that might happen. Fern was only asking just to see how he reacted.

@streunerhund

👻 What was with this guy? He was just looming around the park all broodingly. Or at least that was the read that Perona was getting from him. It was cold and it wasn't really her business, but she eventually settled on offering help in the most Perona way possible.

As she floated above him, she turned herself upside down and lowered her head into his field of view. "You good, old man?" Actually he didn't look that old now that she was seeing him up close. Oh well!

@streunerhund

It's her nose that catches the scent of someone else first. She lifts her head from her nose buried in the snow. Her dog-like nose is now wet and cold from the large amount of snow.

"Oh, hi--," Another DOG? her tail wags and ear twitches, "OH! You have ears and a tail like mine, too! We're friends!"

Part of being Sun's not stalker friend includes tracing the monkey's activities in the city, including whatever he did in the past while his memories were still sealed.

It takes a little bribery (and some forceful persuasion in other cases) but finally, Nezha finds one of the so-called "fight clubs" Sun used to visit to earn spare Dust. He's just leaving through its secluded alleyway entrance when he sees another guy coming down the lane—looking shades too respectable to fit in, even with the bandage over his nose.

Nezha plants his feet in the middle of the alley and one arm on the wall, eyebrow cocked up.

"I wouldn't try my luck here if I was you."

"Their rates are a scam. You'd barely scrape even, even if you won."

@streunerhund

@streunerhund

it is getting late and he has been wandering for what must have been hours, but he doesn't notice how long it has been. fatigue creeps into his bones, limbs feeling leaden with exhaustion, but it never registers that he should stop until he begins to get slightly dizzy. he can hear his squad members now: rest before your body forces you to!

thankfully, a park bench in the distance comes into view. there's someone already sitting there, but Mithrun doesn't mind. he cannot afford to be picky, lest he faceplant into the ground. maybe he wouldn't even mind that, either.

as easy as breathing, he teleports to a sitting position on the bench, but misjudges the distance between himself and the stranger, ending up much too close to him.

"Oh." he murmurs, regarding the stranger he'd ended up entirely too close to. "I missed."

𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 the need for Gods. For billions of years, they played the role themselves by adjusting the world around them to their benefit. The sheer advancement of their own technology had made them capable deities in a sandbox, the part of mere mortals at the mercy of nature long forgotten over the course of their existence. What place would Gods have among beings that possessed the power to artificially prolong their survival for eons? To create themselves a man-made planet that best suited their needs, and seal it away from rest of the universe before the most modern of societies within it had even figured out the stars? Noel had thought it interesting, to hear the Expellians speak of their Goddess, Tria. How they marveled her might instead of their own. And though their trials and tribulations had yet to make him religious, he cannot help but wonder as he sets foot on a third planet in the span of 48 hours, having only just lost his, whether there are Gods, as they must have a unique sense of humor. Noel has many thoughts, and even more questions, as he gazes into the abyssal crater he has been dropped off beside. And as he ventures away from it with neither a destination nor home, there is one feeling that echoes louder than the rest: He is tired. He has injuries that are still fresh, their pain still sharp, yet to fully scab. What harm is there in resting? It's not as though he will magically come into possession of a destination or a home by resisting exhaustion, foolhardily pushing ahead to get to the bottom of things. Nede will not come back, even if he sleeps. The countless ghosts of his kin will continue to reside there, faceless and silent behind his eyelids, whether he is awake or not. And he will have still survived, despite it all. Noel slows his steps, lowering onto a bench, and smothers a small yawn behind his hand.

He drifts off almost too quickly, oblivious to those who walk past him in the few hours to come, as well as the familiar shadow that later looms over him as the sun begins to settle over the horizon. @streunerhund — nothing to see here, just eepy.

⠀⠀⠀THE ⠀Opalarian Market Town was generally her hub of choice, especially if she's just browsing. It's a lot more modern than the name would suggest, really, aside from the overgrowth that practically snakes at your heels every few steps — less inconvenient, more whimsical. But despite that odd balance, it's still the best place she's found so far for all sorts of goods; you could go to a corner store for a snack and trade for some niche magic knowledge on the same street.

⠀⠀⠀But it's like that saying: not all that glitters is gold. Normally she doesn't get too involved, but... Rin's begrudgingly come to accept that when someone looks pitiful enough, she really can't help herself. ⠀❛ ⠀These are a rip-off,⠀ ❜ ⠀She murmurs, leaning in towards the statuesque stranger. Tall, dark, very clearly in over his head. ⠀❛ ⠀You can get them way cheaper a few stores down. About the same quality, too.⠀ ❜ ⠀

⤷ @streunerhund : s.c.

this wasn't what he wanted. the guardian had been accepted as a means of survival; to keep him going in the bitter cold. to have it change him so drastically was a step too far, however. the change in ears and tail days before was one thing -- an unappreciated change, but one he could stomach. he was still himself.

but now? there's nothing but regret swimming alongside his instinct-driven bulk. each step was heavy, his head held low. all of it was wrong. this wasn't how he was suppose to be, wasn't who he was.

outwardly a beast adapted to sheer cold, inwardly a man begging to claw his way back to normalcy. he could only dwell on it for so long before his paws came to a halt, nostrils flaring with the intake of a different scent that warranted lifting his head.

where once there was a loud and bolstering voice now sounded a deep, rumbling growl. there was something about it that seemed familiar, but everything in this form told him danger. something to avoid. he let the growl roll louder, jaws parting to allow the sound to form into a more defensive roar.

( i'm not someone to be hunted. ) // @streunerhund

the Underside was rife with trouble. if rumors and warnings from citizens alone weren't enough of a sign, then the scuffle currently spilling out into the street sealed the deal. a scuffle that she was more than willing to lend her assistance to, if only to intervene and put a halt to what was only a rabble of drunken nonsense. but before she could, another figure emerged from their lone post. within moments, both men were on the ground and the crowd which had been cheering the fight on grew silent.

a handful of seconds later, the crowd begins to thin and the men limp away, no doubt to lick at their wounds and grumble until sleep claims them. " You handled them quickly."

@streunerhund

without prior reverse, apping dias flac from star ocean: second story r! his app can be found on the first red button, or by adding /application to his url!

Welcome to sugary-sweet Isola Radiale, Dias!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 223.

You will retain the ability to use Pale Moonlight at ½ potency 5 times per day.

You will be given a wooden sword.

*Aspidiske

" haa .. looks like i found a familiar face, have i not ? " and a face was all that he was. while he had briefly helped her out before, she hadn't caught his name .. in truth, she hadn't cared to. it felt like the probability was always slim of running into the same person twice in such a large area ; even more so when she often stayed in more isolated areas, or was only out at specific times. the heels of her thigh high boots was audible with each confident step, it being clear that she knew where she was going. " i still owe you one from before. you should let me make it up to you. "

@streunerhund.

pluck (and proceeds to get embarrassed about it)

actions speak louder than words

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair. @streunerhund

ʚїɞ - "Master Dias? What's with that face you're making?" Fern's face was no different than normal. Exceptionally blank, although she did tilt her head to the side after turning to look at him. He'd plucked a leaf off of her head from behind, both something she had felt him do and something she could see between his fingers after turning. But that expression wasn't one she believed she had seen on him before.

He was usually more composed than this. Or at least Fern saw him that way. And she hadn't gotten the vibe that he was interested in her in that way so that wasn't it. A thought eventually did occur to her.

"...Could it be that you're not good with initiating physical contact?" That was it. He was probably embarrassed. "You can just ask me next time if you're concerned."

Ein schüchterner Streunerhund erlebt unter liebevoller Fürsorge eine ung...

Ein besonderer Weihnachtsbesuch - Die Geschichte von Max dem Weihnachtshund

Es war kurz vor Weihnachten und in der kleinen Stadt herrschte geschäftiges Treiben. Überall wurden Lichter aufgehängt, Geschenke gekauft und Plätzchen gebacken. Auch in der Familie Müller war die Vorfreude auf das Fest groß. Doch dieses Jahr sollte alles anders werden, denn sie hatten einen ganz besonderen Gast eingeladen – Max, den Streunerhund.

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Mdb_4x6dsQ)

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