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[Liz has been keeping herself busy doing her ghostly thing around the grounds. It's a funny thing, but she really hasn't visited every place open to the residents and that's not something she can really understand.

So, today, she's been out visiting the stables with it's cranky moose, although she'd given him a wide and respectful berth. No sense going solid and getting herself trampled, right? Right.

After the stables, she meandered over to the mews and stood watching the hawks for a while. She'd always wanted to try falconry when she was alive, but it was something she'd thought she'd have plenty of time for. HAHAH. Nope. :|

After the mews came something unexpected... something amazing and something known to draw squeals of adoration from even the strongest of souls. Something that even the blackest of black hearts melted in the face of.]

OH MY GOD!! No one told me there are, like, puppies here!!!

[She is currently sitting amidst the puppies as they clamor over her momentarily solid form. Puppy kisses and yips and paws and just asdl;ghas;gha;ga. Liz is in heaven (no pun intended).

The giggles and general cooing go on for several minutes before...]

Oh, bleh... whoever is watching them, like, totally needs to loosen their collars! Aren't you lucky that, like, I've totally had dogs before and can do this, like, one handed? C'mere, fluff ball!

[Are you ready for some shenanigans, Keep? Are you? 'Cause shit's about to get real up in here! (even if I have no idea HOW, lmfao)]

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Easy, bo-

[She barely gets out the words and claws bite into her skin, drawing a pained gasp from her lips. But she doesn't scream, nor does she run. She's unused to pain and to have something remind her rather sharply that things are different here is something instantly sobering.

But running would be bad. She grimaces, biting her lip as blood wells beneath the roughly torn denim of her jeans. The jeans are the only thing that kept the cuts from being worse than they were.

Still, as she watches the dog twirl and chase its bony tail, she can't help but see the 'puppy' still in it. She's about to do something dumb, but hopes it will work... Thinks it will? Wildly... but definitely hopes.

As the dog rounds and moves to snap at her ankle, her voice is hard and clear as she barks out just four words.]

NO!!! Bad dog!!

[She points to the ground, hoping not to lose a finger in the process.]

Sit!!

[There is a moment where Liz's tone gives the puppy pause. It knows that tone.

But unfortunately for Liz, the kennelmistress speaks Portuguese. And it's Portuguese that the dogs have been trained in.

Instead of sitting, the dog barks, rears up again, paws and claws scrabbling at the air, and then bolts for the door.]

[Well that's just a sonofabitch, isn't it?? D:

Liz has that moment where she remembers with sickening clarity what she went through when she was murdered as the puppy halts and stares at her. She doesn't know what it's going to do and then it barks and rears and instead of charging her, bolts from the kennels.

Liz stares after its departing form, legs stinging from where she is bleeding, but unconcerned about that just now.]

Oh God...

[She flees to the door, shouting after the dog.]

Furball, get back here!!

[She can't even rationalize why she's calling for it instead of running like Nieta told her too, but... it was still a puppy. Demon dog or not, she can't help but see that it is still a puppy and that it's going to find someone and do something stupid because not very one will handle seeing a demon dog as well as she did.]

Come back!!!

[Pulling the kennel door closed to keep in the other puppies, Liz does one of those completely and ridiculously stupid things and gives chase.]

[But too late.

The pup has taken off, leaving no clue as to which direction it went.]

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