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[irishvelvet]

[ Sharp eyes watching from behind tree. ]

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[1isbandit]

[The dog who has wandered into the forest is unlike any other creature. He's trapped within a robotic suit, clearly formed from man's twisted imagination. He's been used by the military to kill, to be a weapon, transformed into something he's not.

But beneath the exterior, he's still just an innocent animal, a dog who wants love, affection, and a home. His nose quivers as he smells the fae that is hiding nearby. He looks around, his voice robotic and dog-like at the same time.]

?Who there?

[irishvelvet]

[ Humans he's used to, animals more so; but this is a first. Fia's curious, certainly - then the dog talks, and he has to investigate.

Stepping out into view, the satyr's ears turn forward as he tilts his head a fraction to the side, examining the robotic suit with wide, green eyes. ]

I could ask you th'same thing, little one

[1isbandit]

[The dog turns towards the...well, he's not sure what this being is. It smells like a man, and deer, and something that Bandit doesn't know what, but that makes his nose tingle. Even if he was told that was the scent of magic, he wouldn't understand what that meant. He's not frightened though. This being doesn't seem bad.]

Got away. From the lab. Looking 4 home.

[That is a very long speech for the dog, but his complicated past can be boiled down to simple terms. This was done to him by people, perhaps no better or worse than most, but uncaring of the feelings of the animals they were using.]

[irishvelvet]

[ A lab..? Fia isn't sure what that means exactly. But the fact the dog's looking for a home makes sense to him.

Approaching a little closer, Fia crouches just a bit, holding out a black-dipped hand for the odd looking dog, palm up. He doesn't like to assume another creature wants to be petted or not; after all, he certainly dislikes being touched by those who haven't had his permission. ]

Well, y'more than welcome here - I've plenty of space for another guest.

[1isbandit]

[Bandit comes up to Fia, sniffing his hand intently. He likes the earthy, woodsy scents he finds, so he licks Fia's hand vigorously, tail wagging within the suit. It produces a muted thumping sound as he does so.]

Bandit stay. Nice place.