“Urgh…”
The almond-coloured hands reached for the tag that had the name, stroking it gently.
“She had one thing to do. It’s supposed to be Ferox, which means fierce. Now it’s just a random name that doesn’t give you credit for the one thing you’ve got going for you.”
The small thing on the man barked, maintaining its enthusiasm.
“You still like this the name Ferex instead?”
The adorable thing leapt up and down and barked cutely.
“Well aren’t you a literal son of bitch. I took the liberty of letting law drive me into picking out a cool Latin name and you backstab me like this, huh?”
The little creature nudged the man’s hands as it licked them as if trying to quell its master’s sparkly wrath with the charm of cute.
Surprisingly however, it worked.
A feeling of joy overcame the irritation, as the Hound felt and focused on this interaction with rapt attention.
His master really seemed to love this little creature.
“Fine, fine. Do the thing for me and I’ll forgive you.”
The little thing became even more elated as it heard this, standing at attention and facing its master with a serious visage that didn’t display even a hint of playfulness.
The Hound greatly anticipated what this thing was going to do.
What kind of thing did the master look forward to from this thing?
What was it?
A magic trick?
A special skill?
After a full five seconds of preparation, the small creature over the man’s lap started swaying its ears to the left and to the right in impeccable synchronicity!
At the same time, it got in a lower stance and wore a ‘fierce’ look that could be perceived as being more adorable than threatening and then it started spinning its tail in a circular motion!
WUFF! WUFF! WUFF!
“Pffft! Hahahahahahaha!”
A burst of joyous laughter leaked from the man as he hurriedly patted the small creature and ruffled its fur.
“That’s never not funny, Ferex. For your sake I’ll forgive my sister’s mistake.”
The little creature stuck its tongue out again and leapt up and down in circles.
The man’s vision focused on it as it did the dance and he began to wonder aloud.
“I never thought the day when even animals could understand human speech would come. The world is changing way too quickly. <Sigh>.”
The little creature noticed its master’s sudden solemnity and stopped its exhilarated bounce.
It titled its head, standing on its hind legs as it settled its paws on the man’s chest while huffing hurriedly.
The man’s sight did not continue to linger on this pet though. He turned to the books over his desk and where he had been scribbling, as quickly, all his happiness seemed to fade under sullen memories.
“Ferex. Do you think dad would be happy that I turned to Law instead of Business like he wanted…?”
The man’s sight turned back to the little creature that halted its expressions of enthusiasm and focused on his words.
“I mean, I definitely would have become a bang up Salesman or something but… maybe… maybe this would finally make him proud of me. At least he won’t have to bicker me into it, right?”
The little thing over his chest wore a determined expression and barked with gusto as if trying to encourage him.
“Bro, I know you can understand me but I don’t get a single word you’re saying. <Sigh>. But you’re right! Maybe I was born to be some Salesman-Lawyer hybrid. Salawyer man? Salayer? Who cares! I’ll do my best in both!”
WUFF! WUFF!
…
The Hound found itself standing within the violets again and looked around.
The memory had ended.
It took a few seconds to digest the information it had learned, the contents being something it took to heart quite a bit.
But there was no time to dwell on it as it felt the mana it had almost bottom out.
This seriously drained mana even with its master’s’ continuous supply.
However, the Hound was resolved to find the girl.
She had to be within some of these, right?
The creature refrained from viewing the many visions wantonly and saved its possible last try as it started to prowl carefully while being blasted by noises from all sides.
It hurriedly crossed a large distance as its sockets spied around.
After a few steps, it suddenly saw something strange and was drawn towards it.
It was a violet, much like the others, above it a white orb that housed a memory.
However, where it was placed was what caught the Hound’s attention.
A deep crack was beneath it and the violet seemed to be growing out of it.
Peculiar.
Peculiar indeed.
However, this peculiarity is what drew the Hound to decide that this was to be its last memory for this time and if it just so happened to not feature the girl, then so be it.
It still a had a lot to show for this round.
The Hound reached the large violet and focused its sight on the orb above, all its sensations being drawn to the memory.
…
The prominent almond-coloured hands opened a door to reveal a large room that looked rather messy, with clothes that lay scattered on the floor along with an uncovered bed.
Even the Hound that did not have much of an appreciation towards neatness disapproved of this arrangement.
A small desk was erected in front of the bed, with a chair along with it.
These weren’t empty however, as a figure sat upon the chair while writing something over a sheet of paper.
No. Rather than writing, she was drawing.
And yes. A she.
A young girl with dark hair that reached up to her shoulders, its fringes being matted with a brown colour that contrasted her youthful, ivory skin.
She wasn’t exactly extraordinarily pretty, but much of her appearance – her hazel coloured eyes, high nose and ideal lips matched beautifully with her oval-shaped face – gave a refreshing feel of her tender age.
Her petite figure was rocking to and fro, her head bobbing back and forth as she seemed to be listening from the object slung over her head with two other parts attached to it that covered her eyes.
There was leakage of frail sound from this contraption.
The Hound was elated to see this however, despite the initial unpleasantness.
This was it!
This must be it!
The girl that master sought!
“Camila! Hey! Cami- CAMILA!!!!”
The little girl almost fell from the chair when the man boomed at the top of his voice.
She quickly removed the object over her head and clutched her chest as she fiercely glared at the man.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!” she hissed.
“I’d gladly hand it to you at this point. It seems like only something like it can drag you out of your shitty music. What do they call it, steel?”
“It’s metal! And it’s really cool! You wouldn’t know about it.”
The Hound felt the man shake his head as he sighed.
A feeling of pity and love gripped it, as it was what the man felt towards this young lady.
He walked over to the girl’s desk and snatched the paper she had been drawing on before she could react and sat on the bed as he looked over it.
“Very… gothic…”
“It’s cool!”
“Yeah, right. A lizard being beheaded by a chainsaw. How… cool is that?!”
“It’s a dinosaur!”
“Pffft!”
What was this memory?
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