Luck of the Draw(Sanr)

[Fyre]

((I tried to give you a bit to work with Strongjaw. If you need more, just let me know and I can edit it. :3))

Three copper coins made a slight clinking sound as Able tossed them in his hand while he walked. He wasn’t the type who gambled for a living, but tonight he had gambled out of boredom. Needless to say, luck had been on the engineer’s side tonight. With the three copper coins in his hand, and the golden ones in his pocket… yes, he was feeling awful good at the moment. A small smile appeared on his features and he let out a low chuckle. “Heheh, thank the Maker. I’m not going home broke tonight.” He tossed the coins up one more time before sliding them into his pocket, rejoining them with their golden look alikes.

Now with his coins in his pocket, Able took a quick look at the sky. It was dark… very dark. With that in mind he assumed it was around ten thirty, or eleven- give or take an hour. That meant he didn’t have to go home just yet. His chocolate tipped cougar tail flicked back and forth as his mind filled with curiosity. His favorite bar may be open and he could go there for an hour before making his way home. Ah what to do, what to do.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp bark though. “Hmmm?” Able turned, only to see a rather intimidating dog growling at him. It charged at Able’s legs and managed to knock him down- only to procede with trying to lick Able’s face and wagging its tail a mile a minute. “Ack! Tripod! GetoffameyouBASTARD! GET. OFF. SIT.” On that final world, the three legged bully sat down with his tail still going and his tongue lolling out. After that Able stood up and dusted himself off along with wiping off whatever slobber the dog had managed to get on his face. Once he was cleaned off, he took a look at his dog and took notice of the broken leash. Not again.

He sighed. “Come on Trip, let’s take yah home.” Obviously he was not going to a bar tonight and risk letting the dog stay loose and wreak havoc. That just wouldn’t go over well in the slightest. With his earlier, happy expression now replaced by annoyance he began walking in the direction of his house. Not noticing that in his dog's attack, his hat had fallen off.

[Sanr]

The unloading was going slow and sickly in Magidemus’s mind. He had gotten back from his trip off to the mountain days ago but he had brought back so much stuff and taking the time to unload most of it himself it was sure taking his time up. His show was cluttered more than usual new acquisitions stacking high up the walls as he slowly took inventory of the treasures he had gathered. This thankfully was the last create. The snerf stomped down the roads of Fossgate on his way home a large wooden create strapped to his back his long fingered claws holding straps to keep it from falling off of it’s awkward position. If he had been human he would have needed a snerf or at least two horses to carry the thing… luckily he had no need for renting beasts of burden being one himself.
With a snort he took in his surroundings his large round eyes moving over the figures around him… all humans.. for the most part… you could see the glint of metal of a few collard witches… and the tall stalky forms of fairies… even some of those furred ferret like beings that Magi could never remember the name of trounced around. When a man was attacked by a three legged dog Magi ‘s long ears perked but he shrugged it off continuing on his way. The attack turned friendly quick enough and it was none of his business.

He only stopped when he felt something crumble under one of his large three toed feet. With a snort he lifted his foot shaking it whatever it was clinging to him a moment. If it was one thing all snerfs hated it was things stuck to their feet. Things liked to matt in the fur at times and to clean between one’s toes a snerf would either need help or in Magi’s case to sit in an awkward position and claw them out with his fingers. You would be quite disgusted to find what could be found under a snerf’s foot. Between rocks, pebbled, dung, or crushed small animals. Magi was gad to find out it was a bit of fabric when he managed to shake it loose from his toes.

He blinked down at the crushed hat a bit of guilt in his heart. Leaning down with one of his long hands with a bit of shifting of the create on his back he lifted the hat looking for an owner. He could only guess it might have been the man who’s dog had leaped on to him. Might have fallen off of his head.

“Excuse me sir…. This wouldn’t happen to be yours would it?” Magi tilted his long head holding up the flattened hat.

(poor hat)

[Fyre]

((I am so sorry. I am such a slow poster. :c))

If it wasn’t for the voice being directed at him, he would have continued his walk home. Turning to face the speaker, Able was a bit shocked at seeing a snerf. He glanced around for a second, making sure there wasn’t some owner near who might be the one actually speaking to him. After all it would be a bit silly for him to talk to something only to get no response. Seeing no owner, he could only assume it was the snerf who spoke to him. In this time he had also, obviously, noticed that his hat was indeed gone. “Heh, yeah. That would be mine. Dog must have knocked it off.” He took the rather crushed hat from the snerf. He would throw it on his way home, and buy another tomorrow.

“Heh, thanks for returning it… even if it is a bit ahh, squished.” Crushed would have been more appropriate, but it didn’t seem like the most polite word at the moment. “Able.” He gave his name and offered his hand for a handshake. He took a look at the snerf, and noticed the large crate. Though he was still a bit confused as to why a snerf was talking. He had seen a cat of the Folk before, and even a horse of the Folk once. This was new though.

Whether the snerf offered his own name or not, Able would make an attempt at conversation. He was a friendly and fairly talkative guy. Plus if the snerf didn’t want to talk, he could just ignore him and Able would just leave. “Are you moving something for somebody? That box looks awful heavy.” Depending on the answer Able might be able to help out. Return the favor. He felt it would be rude to just go ‘thanks, bye’ and then continue on his way. Though for a second he had forgotten that his bully was still loose. For once the dog was being good though. The dog was looking at the snerf with it’s head cocked. It had only seen horses before, so this was new for the dog.