(Also I would like to sincerely apologize for dumping this, school was a lot recently but I’m back!! Also have some art because I kinda wanna turn this into a mini comic and I made some concepts.)
(My handwriting is bad because I write like an artist, not a calligrapher. Go figure haha)
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(Lol hello. I is intrigued by art)
Percy howled, chasing after Hugo. The castle was a lovely but crumbling thing, slowly falling into a thing of disrepair and haunted memories. Once Hugo went into the small passageway, he growled and raced towards the main doorway. It was one of the ones he could fit into. He pushed through the door, claws clicking faintly on the old marble flooring, now cracked with age but still carrying notes of its former beauty. Beauty he grew less and less certain would ever return as the years passed and his rose faded. He exhaled very softly through his nose, sniffing the air of the castle and trying to remember where that passageway let out. It had been ages since he had been able to traverse those small passages hidden in the walls, and he no longer remembered the layout the way he used to. His ears pricked as he strained to listen, taking careful steps across the floor of the grand entrance hall. The Rose passage…he clsoed his eyes, searching his memory. Flashes of laughter, the scent of roses and vanilla, and…bread. It let out near the kitchens.
A soft growl left him as he slipped down the halls and towards the kitchen, keeping his steps as soft and quiet as he did so. He kept sniffing, trying to find Hugo by scent.
(!! I love the art!! Tho i'm gonna be super duper honest. I thought the Fairy Maiden was like. Hugo in a dress for some reason and then I double-checked and I was like "oh" lmao)
(Shshgkkdnagnfmnsjs ahhhh I’m dead but yeah they have kinda intentionally similar designs for reasons I’ll get into if we get far enough into the plot lol)
(Also I can’t respond right now with a full reply as I am at my mom’s house but I will soon.)
(Lol hello. I is intrigued by art)
(I like draw. I draw. I draw many things.)
Percy howled, chasing after Hugo. The castle was a lovely but crumbling thing, slowly falling into a thing of disrepair and haunted memories. Once Hugo went into the small passageway, he growled and raced towards the main doorway. It was one of the ones he could fit into. He pushed through the door, claws clicking faintly on the old marble flooring, now cracked with age but still carrying notes of its former beauty. Beauty he grew less and less certain would ever return as the years passed and his rose faded. He exhaled very softly through his nose, sniffing the air of the castle and trying to remember where that passageway let out. It had been ages since he had been able to traverse those small passages hidden in the walls, and he no longer remembered the layout the way he used to. His ears pricked as he strained to listen, taking careful steps across the floor of the grand entrance hall. The Rose passage…he clsoed his eyes, searching his memory. Flashes of laughter, the scent of roses and vanilla, and…bread. It let out near the kitchens.
A soft growl left him as he slipped down the halls and towards the kitchen, keeping his steps as soft and quiet as he did so. He kept sniffing, trying to find Hugo by scent.
As the adrenaline wore off, Hugo realized how tight the space he was in was. He panicked, attempting to move but finding himself frozen. As a child he’d found himself stuck down a well for almost a week, surviving only off of rainwater to keep him from dying of dehydration right in the middle of storm season. He had eventually been able to swim up to the top, but it ended up that nobody but his mother had noticed his disappearance.
Shaken by the vividness of that recollection, Hugo managed to find a door that he stumbled through, into the bottom steps of a tower. He decided to climb it, and found himself in a fine bedroom warmed from a fireplace already lit, yet strangely nobody was there to stoke it. A candelabra lay on its side and a clock was snuggled into a chair; they seemed to watch him no matter where he moved. Hugo had to remind himself that these were inanimate objects.
He locked the doors to the room in case the beast somehow, improbably, made its way here. He doubted it could even manage to get in the castle, but paranoia overtook.
Hugo didn’t expect to hear a voice from the corner of the room, coming from a large wardrobe. The young Master won’t appreciate your presence here. You’ll need more than a door locked to keep him out. Push me to barricade the door. Hugo startled. He looked in the wardrobe but found nobody.
Percy arrived near the kitchens and sniffed the air for the stranger, but couldn't quite catch a scent. He snorted faintly, shaking his head and padding quietly along the floor. He was starting to limp, shoulder aching from the bullet embedded in it. He didn't know what he was going to do about it, either. It would be difficult to remove, after all. He kept moving, trying to find Hugo's scent. The castle was huge, though, and it wasn't going to be an easy thing to do.
(bump?)
(I swear I’ll get back to this! I’m having a fun time I just like to plan out my responses for things like this a bit better. Sorry!)
(it's fine!)
Hugo paced the room for a good few minutes, but found nobody inside. Must be his imagination then, something in him desperate for someone to save him that was thoroughly unbecoming of him. Truth be told he wasn’t sure if he was going insane or not. Monster wolves, castles in the middle of nowhere, and now voices in his head? What was this? But suddenly, he heard it. The sound of claws clacking on stone floors. Rough, heavy breathing that terrified him to his core. He quickly hid in the wardrobe, peering through the crack between the two doors cautiously.
Nothing to see here, sir. said a voice, strangely muffled and yet clear enough. That’s when he saw it in the doorway. The wolf. That horrid creature that made his blood chill and boil one in the same.
Percy growled at his servant, at the wardrobe that used to be someone. "Don't lie to me." he replied, muzzle twitching as the voice came out of him. It sounded almost wrong, to be coming from such a large creature. "I can smell him here." he sniffed at the air again, padding into the room. He was limping very faintly, blood matting his fur where he had been shot. How he would remove the bullet, he still didn't know. He snorted faintly, head moving to look around the room, still searching for Hugo.
The wardrobe doors were firmly shut, yet that wasn’t by Hugo’s doing. He quickly realized that he was locked in, and that got him panicking. He didn’t like being trapped in tight spaces. Once again he began to hyperventilate, and he barely kept quiet enough to not be heard.
(Sorry for short response, having a hard time focusing right now haha.)
(it's fine!)
He kept sniffing and searching, head lowered as he paced the room. He growled quietly. He could smell Hugo, knew the man had to be in here. But where? The scent had led in here but had not led back out again. Where was the hunter? He growled again, louder, frustration ringing through the growl. Where was Hugo?
Hugo tried to calm himself, rocking back and forth trying to block out the sound of those growls, those death paws clacking on the stone floors. Who made floors out of stone anymore? Wasn’t carpeting more in fashion now, even for the poor? How old was this place?
This palace was old, that was for certain, and Percy didn't stop looking. He could smell the human strongest in here. The scent got weaker out the door. Hugo must, therefore, be in here. But where? Finally, he paused, sitting down on the floor and letting out a final growl. Fine. If he could not find Hugo, he would wait. He paced the room for a long moment, then lay down in front of the doorway. Hugo would not be able to get out without bypassing him somehow, and it was doubtful he would be able to, even if Percy fell asleep like this.