tender lumplings everywhere;

[integrity]

Who: Growley! And... well, Crowley, eventually, once he bothers.
When: September 23rd.
Where: Sector 3.
Summary: Growley is eating all the candy.
Warnings: His Hellhound is actually rather cute.

To those that are wandering Sector Three, you may find yourself accidentally tripping over something massive in the sidewalk just outside of Crowley's manor. That object just so happens to be his Hellhound, who is happily munching on the biggest pile of candy corn you have ever seen.

The NV that Crowley has permanently attached to her collar has fallen off in her delight at discovering the tasty treat in place of her lunch. With a wag of her tail, the mailbox just outside of Crowley's home is knocked over, and she continues snuffling and munching her way through the confections as delightfully as possible.

Crowley doesn't allow her to eat these kinds of things normally, after all. She may as well enjoy it.

Comments

[therightchoice]

Jesse was in Sector 3 for a writing assignment for English class. The assignment was to write something about something that Jesse desperately wants and how does he try to obtain it. Seeing as he rather not talk about getting his parents, or have Sam and Dean remember him, and he have gotten everything else he ever wanted in the Port, he thought maybe going to the more expensive sectors might give him an idea.

And thanks to Crowley, he's fortunate (maybe?) as to not to trip over Growley, thanks to that weird forehead touching thing Crowley did to Jesse. He sees the dog eating the candy and her owner not in sight. After a moment of hesitation, Jesse approaches the dog, remembering what Lucifer told him on approaching hellhounds.

[integrity]

The dog immediately perked her ears forward, at the sight of Jesse, with a slow wag of her tail. As far as Hellhounds went, Growley was fairly tame and easy-going so long as no one tried to kill Crowley.

As far as Jesse went, though, the dog was fine -- and when Jesse went forward, Growley woofed slightly, nudging a pile of candy corn near him.

Have some.

[therightchoice]

Jesse smiled and crouched down, picking up the candy.

"You like candy, huh? I don't think you eat all of it, you might get sick."

[integrity]

Growley responded in turn by licking Jesse's fingers, woofing softly. And there was a long moment before the dog concentrated, tilting her head slightly, before a string of thoughts appeared in Jesse's head.

I've eaten worse.

[paterelohim]

[Chuck is in Sector 3 today because of reasons, and is alerted to Growley's presence first by his own Hell-pup, Vonnegut, trotting up to him excitedly with an NV in his mouth. He leans down and scratches behind the pup's ears before gently prying the object from the beast's mouth.]

Hey, buddy, whatcha got there? [An NV. Huh. That's weird.

Chuck is still contemplating the mystery (and checking the device itself for a name or serial number) when Vonnegut starts getting excited, sniffing the air and circling his owner wildly, great tail wagging furiously.]

What's going on? What d'you smell?

[As soon as Chuck asks, Vonnegut takes off in the direction of his mother, only outpacing Chuck a little (out of courtesy to his scruffy master). Chuck himself is pleasantly surprised to see Growley in a pile of candy corn, gorging herself on sweets until Vonnegut plows into her excitedly.]

[integrity]

[The moment she is plowed into, Growley tips slightly over before she woofs happily, nosing him off of her before she huffs a greeting in Chuck's direction.

She always loves seeing her puppies, even if they are getting to be all grown up.]

[possessing]

Meg was probably not looking out for herself as well as she should've been, but in all honesty she was more interested in her book.

A particularly interesting one on curses had come into one of the shops she frequented, and Meg wasn't one to let such things slide by the wayside. It had been a while since she had done more than a spell or two for someone else, might be time to try doing one for herself.

On the walk back, Meg took something of a short cut. She wasn't scared of Crowley and took every opportunity to flip him the metaphorical bird by wandering by and hopefully upping the general air of paranoia. But normally she didn't do so when the hound was on the loose, and cursed under her breath when she sensed it.

She had no excuse to be in the area, and she was sure it had sensed her if nothing else.

Fucking hell hounds.

She stood still and watched it, certain that if it decided she was a threat at the moment that it would follow her all the way home even if she just popped there. She knew how these things worked. So, instead, Meg just watched the hound eat with something of a disgusted look over the edge of her book.

[integrity]

The dog inhaled deeply, when Meg rounded the corner -- and she looked up, with blood red eyes boring holes into the demon. She was under orders not to attack unless otherwise provoked -- and while the scent of Meg was burned into her memory forever, Growley did not move toward Meg.

Instead, she huffed slightly and pushed herself up to shake the candy corn off of her fur to glance over her shoulder, toward the manor. She then resettled herself to stare imploringly at Meg before a single thought appeared in Meg's head. It was quiet, almost forced -- mostly because the Hellhound wasn't putting much thought into it. It was almost unintentional, a message conveyed by her body language.

She, like her master, was not afraid of Meg. But she, unlike her master, would certainly fluff her fur to protect the people she liked.

Leave Crowley alone.

[canfindrope]

Red... blinks.

It looks something like a wolf; only... not. She can't help but frown a little, uncertainly.

[integrity]

The dog is content to much on her candy -- but she glances upward, feeling stared at, before she suddenly inhales deeply.

This is not a human, this is something... more. And Growley gets to her feet, curious.

She's almost like a dog, but not.

[canfindrope]

[She would object to that comparison; but... she isn't entirely certain what this dog is either. After a moment, she moves forward, lifting her cloak a little as she frowns over it.]

Hi?