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Originally Posted by tHEhERETIC
This convivial meeting is interrupted by a large black dog letting itself in the front door. Larry the owner asks aloud, "Is this anybody's dog? You have to take...him..." but he stops when he gets a good look at the animal. He's nearly the size of a horse, trails a trail of mist behind him, and has singularly horrible breath. He walks up to your table, sniffs around you, and decides to park by your feet.
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Sunae looks at the dog in surprise.
It can't be...
But it has to be. He looks a bit different but it can be only one entity. Black Shuck. She had grown quite attached to him even though he is supposed to be nothing more but a myth, a ghost, maybe even a bringer of death and bad luck. Sunae hugs him and scratches his neck and side.
"Shuck!" she whispers to him, "Why are you here? I hope you're not bringing me bad omens. But if you are, that's okay. I still love you. I've missed you so much."
Her joy is sincere and palpable. It's a side of her people don't often get to see.