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[aslandish]

Who: Aslan (aslandish) and YOU!
When: February 13th through February 19th, day or night.
Where: All over the Port.
Summary: Even the gods themselves don't always walk unseen.
Warnings: None?
Notes: Permissions post is here! Please tag in with the time, sector, and specific location! Daytime threads will mostly be Aslan in his human form; nighttime threads and less populated areas like Sector 7 and the beach will likely be his lion form. If you have a preference, feel free to specify! Also, tag yourselves in!

[ A year and several months, not including the time spent in the world he calls his home. Though it is no great span of time for one who exists outside of it, he feels the days have been long, even for one such as himself.

Despite this, he finds he is content. There is something to be said for the work that he does. Whether is be an encouraging word by day, or a beacon by night, it is in the little things that he finds the most joy and happiness.

A true smile from one who was lost has ever been enough to warm his heart with the heat of a thousand suns. ]

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[aslandish]

A bleak day on the surface, perhaps, but for those who carry light and warmth wherever they go, not even the dreary atmosphere can truly dampen one's spirits. Hands hidden in his pockets, shoulders hunched as if to ward of the encroaching chill, he walks from place to place, slow and ponderous with no apparent destination. For the most part, he goes unnoticed, his demeanor quiet and unassuming.

It's the local strays, however, that seem to flock to him. Ill-fed and under-kept, they see him, and they know. As Daedaulus passes by, a particularly mangy-looking mutt is showering him with the kid of affection that only a dog can. Seeing Yumeno, though, the dog pauses, looks at the Beast who-is-currently-not, considers, before slowly inching towards Daedalus, his tail wagging cautiously. ]

[gaveherwings]

[Daedalus doesn't have much of a way with animals. He's lived with a toy Pomeranian for four months, and he's now the proud owner of a hedgehog, but pets that were live and not autoreiv companions were not such a common thing in Romdeau, let alone untamed animals. He's not certain what to do when unfed, scraggly strays wander up to him.]

I'm... sorry, I don't have any food on me for you.

[He laughs uneasily with his gloved hands bare and a caution step back, glancing over helplessly at the man who's seemed to gather them. ]

/different format for every tag lol

[aslandish]

[ A quiet smile touches his lips, amused, though not at the other's expense. Whistling lightly, it takes but a moment for the stray to decide exactly where affections is to be hand.

Ruffling a hand through the tangle of fur, he lets the mutt lick his face before he answers. ]

Sometimes, even the least of us are looking for more than just another handout.

[ He looks at the other, the warmth in his eyes as genuine and true as anything could ever be. ]

They won't harm you.

sob idek

[gaveherwings]

[Daedalus tries to hide a small grimace- he'd always been wary of Mr. Muggles licking at his face, or Re-l's cat (who came and went as he pleased), though who knew where these ruffled looking dogs had been?

It wasn't so much that he was disgusted by the idea of animals- because they were fascinating behind glass, or leashed, but running loose they seemed a little intimidating, too unpredictable. Most of the time they seemed ignorant of human concepts of personal space, unless you accidentally stepped on the sidewalk in front of their yard, and suddenly there would be a loud bark behind the fence, or a growl.]

We used to have a very little one, at the apartment- it won't jump up?

/settles on dis, yes

[aslandish]

[ That's the thing about beasts, however large or small. Regardless of the ability to converse (or lack, thereof), they always find a way to make their wishes known. ]

Sometimes.

[ Scratching behind his ears now, Aslan smiles a little. ]

He is not without a sense of play.

Re: /settles on dis, yes

[gaveherwings]

[His gaze settles on the dog uncomfortably- it's not that he seemed to hate the animal, but more or less that he doesn't quite know what to do with something that excitable expectantly at his heels, or pressing paws up on this chest. Though this might seem to might come off as a bit snooty, a bit 'dog-hater', he really... seems uneasily curious.]

Does it... have a name?

[Daedalus is really just not used to these animals. He laughs, with failing nerves]

I would...rather not be without a sense of balance and with another coat to dry clean, if that's alright with you, sir!