[Last he knew he was covered in cuts and bruises, much the norm, and yet now—nothing. Not a lick. Well, maybe a few licks now, though that was from a small creature that days ago put Frank through the ringer in the way of battle hardened paranoia. He didn't hate it but he sure didn't like the way the bizarre creature had noisily followed him after waking up in a fountain.
Not that anyone would have guessed that by looking at them now. Sat leaning against a tree, there's a small smirk on Frank's lips as the croc-dog happily wiggles at the bit of fish dangled just out of its reach.] Speak, [The command is firm but gentle and earns excited snaps of the creature's jaw.] No, c'mon now, you know this. Speak.
[It takes a few long seconds but after a low growl follows a clicking hiss from the small creature, and Frank lets loose a single huffing chuckle as he drops the reward.] All right, that was good. [Or good enough? He wasn't positive but the croc-dog seemed pleased enough with the praise as it ate, if stamping feet were anything to go by.]
Okay, take it easy, [Frank sighs through his grin, reaching a hand down to pat and rub its muzzle.] You're gonna learn to sit soon. Maybe stay. [Even with petting the croc-dog doesn't seem to simmer down any as it nuzzles into Frank's palm and along his forearm.] That one's going to be tough for you, huh?
3; —| And Now For Something Completely Different |—
No, you... stay over there and watch my clo— [He's cut off by nails scraping rock and a loud splash: Penny, his now ever faithful companion, diving into the far end of the spring to just just stand there, her eyes and nostrils poking above the shallow surface. With tight lips and an outstretched arm Frank simply sighs.] At least you're staying.
[This place was surreal. Food and animals that looked the same from home but weren't? And now a hot spring? The thought of 'what's wrong with it' crossed his mind but there was something about being exposed in the open that pulled at him more. Even if the heat did well enough to pull the aches out of him, Frank eventually slipping up to his neck in the waters, it didn't steal away all his senses.
When he hears a rustling nearby he snaps to it, trying to keep low along the edge of the pool as he waits to see what comes of the noise. Penny even picks up on Frank's movement, poking her head up out of the water in curiosity. Maybe her interest doesn't mark something foreboding; she likes all people. Then again, Frank hasn't had the best experience with them. They're both a little biased.]
Frank Castle | The Punisher | 1 + 3
[Last he knew he was covered in cuts and bruises, much the norm, and yet now—nothing. Not a lick. Well, maybe a few licks now, though that was from a small creature that days ago put Frank through the ringer in the way of battle hardened paranoia. He didn't hate it but he sure didn't like the way the bizarre creature had noisily followed him after waking up in a fountain.
Not that anyone would have guessed that by looking at them now. Sat leaning against a tree, there's a small smirk on Frank's lips as the croc-dog happily wiggles at the bit of fish dangled just out of its reach.] Speak, [The command is firm but gentle and earns excited snaps of the creature's jaw.] No, c'mon now, you know this. Speak.
[It takes a few long seconds but after a low growl follows a clicking hiss from the small creature, and Frank lets loose a single huffing chuckle as he drops the reward.] All right, that was good. [Or good enough? He wasn't positive but the croc-dog seemed pleased enough with the praise as it ate, if stamping feet were anything to go by.]
Okay, take it easy, [Frank sighs through his grin, reaching a hand down to pat and rub its muzzle.] You're gonna learn to sit soon. Maybe stay. [Even with petting the croc-dog doesn't seem to simmer down any as it nuzzles into Frank's palm and along his forearm.] That one's going to be tough for you, huh?
No, you... stay over there and watch my clo— [He's cut off by nails scraping rock and a loud splash: Penny, his now ever faithful companion, diving into the far end of the spring to just just stand there, her eyes and nostrils poking above the shallow surface. With tight lips and an outstretched arm Frank simply sighs.] At least you're staying.
[This place was surreal. Food and animals that looked the same from home but weren't? And now a hot spring? The thought of 'what's wrong with it' crossed his mind but there was something about being exposed in the open that pulled at him more. Even if the heat did well enough to pull the aches out of him, Frank eventually slipping up to his neck in the waters, it didn't steal away all his senses.
When he hears a rustling nearby he snaps to it, trying to keep low along the edge of the pool as he waits to see what comes of the noise. Penny even picks up on Frank's movement, poking her head up out of the water in curiosity. Maybe her interest doesn't mark something foreboding; she likes all people. Then again, Frank hasn't had the best experience with them. They're both a little biased.]