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RE: Testing Limits [Closed] - SolitareLee - 04-10-2017

There, she was getting some much-needed water. He couldn't imagine a five-day dehydration felt particularly pleasant. But she wasn't even gulping, good! He didn't like being vomited on, as a general principle. He was easier to clean off than most dogs, being capable of just shifting back into someone without fur, but... seriously, ew.

The idea of him being a meta-canine was amusing to him. A lot of people had come to a similar conclusion: he was some kind of intelligent cryptid canine, living in the desert. No one had ever phrased it quite that way, but he supposed she wasn't wrong. Preferable by far to that sort of weird tiny cult that had sprung up in the city. It only had a few members, from what he knew about it, but at least one of them was someone he'd slept with, and the entire concept made him deeply uncomfortable. It was literally demon worship, and being the demon involved just made things worse. Meta-canine was better. Nicer. More natural, even though he didn't think there was anything natural about him.

Then she sort of tilted her head to the side, and commented on his, uh. Maleness. Indignant, he sat down with a huff. Rude. Not that it helped things any. It's not like he was wearing trousers. He laid down to more effectively shield himself from her curious view. He'd need to give her a few minutes to drink and settle her stomach before they took off again, anyway, or once again he'd run the risk of being puked on.

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RE: Testing Limits [Closed] - AgentBonkers - 04-10-2017

Iara watched as the hound reacted to her last comment, eyebrows rising slightly.

"So you do understand something," she muttered thoughtfully, because there was next to no doubt that the look and the huff and the sudden change of position was a response to her words. She supposed it was a bit uncomfortable to have someone check out your junk, if you sentient enough to think about that kind of thing...

She might have followed that train of thought farther, had she felt more together, but though her lips were no longer so terribly dry she was still thirsty, and the pounding headache and vertigo no better than they had been. She took a couple of steps forward, wading ankle-deep into the water, heedless of the cheap black sneakers still on her feet. After a moment she crouched to take another drink of water, and another, and again she stopped on account of the rising edge of nausea. This was frustrating, and she remembered the note in her reading about the need for intravenous re-hydration in severe cases and thought, perhaps, this was why. Well, she'd have to deal with taking small sips and trying not to puke and feeling like shit for a while, she supposed - lack of papers and the whole American insurance thing aside, she was just as invulnerable to needles as to anything else.

She sighed, and ran a hand through her hair, which after five days was no doubt an utter mess, the band tying it back when she'd started this whole thing long since lost. In fact, she was aware suddenly of just how...dry, her skin felt, how dirty she must be after five days of sweating in the desert heat. Fuck, she probably had hobo smell. She considered the pool of water...if she stuck to one end, it would probably still be sanitary enough to drink from the other after? Then again, she had no idea how clean this water was to begin with. She wasn't sure how much that mattered - she knew her body was immune to drugs taken orally, and at least one kind of airborne poison, but she had yet to test whether how far that extended, whether in was all poison, what kind of resistance she had to bacteria and viruses. She'd yet to think of a better way to test it besides like...buying some rat poison or bleach and taking a drink to see what happened, and even she hesitated at that idea...

She shook her head, trying to focus. Her thoughts kept wandering, and she realized she'd been staring blankly ahead of her for several minutes. The water was tempting though, and well, what the hell, hopefully she didn't freeze too much afterwards.

With a shrug she took a step forward, and another, moving into the water until it reached above her knees, not quite touching her thighs. She crouched down, then pushed her body under the shallow water completely, reveling in the sensation. She held herself like that for several moments before straightening so that her head and shoulders were once again above water. She wished she could swim, though the water wasn't really deep enough for that. Iara was from an island, after all, even if her memories of that island were hazy in the way that childhood memories over a decade old tended to be.

She stayed like that, crouching and mostly immersed for several minutes, before grudgingly standing and moving back to the edge of the water. Her clothes, soaked now, clung to her frame, felt heavy. She turned to look back at the canine curiously.

"So what's your deal anyway?" she asked, and, after a moment, sighed. "It's too bad you can't talk."

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RE: Testing Limits [Closed] - SolitareLee - 04-10-2017

Klyk kept an eye on the woman as she waded into the water. There could be any number of unpleasant things in the water of an oasis, and while he doubted she'd have to worry about snakes, they were very close to Las Ballenas and he was not the only strange thing that stalked the desert. Just the nicest. Now that it was nighttime, any number of unpleasant things might be coming out to find idiots like them.

Still, they mostly left Klyk alone. He was too big and too tough to be any fun, even when he did have a fragile looking woman with him. Although he suspected they'd have a harder time with her than with him, at least as far as harming was concerned. He didn't know if she had strength to match her comparative toughness, the way he did.

Hopefully, he'd never have need to find out.

She would probably be in some trouble, soaking her clothes like that in the middle of a cooling desert. Good thing he was here to get her back to town, though he didn't relish her the opportunity to go dog-back riding at 100kph while soaking wet. He was going to get wet, from her sitting on him. Sigh. Wet dog smell was no better when you added vague undertones of sulfur.

He gave her a vague sort of 'whuff' sound. It really was too bad he couldn't talk in this form. It would have made his life much easier. But this was a dog's mouth, so all he could make were dog noises.

He stood, after a moment, and padded over to her. No point in waiting for her to drip dry. He began licking her clothes, his tongue about the size of her entire face, cleaning off some of the excess water. His saliva could help warm her against a chill, as well. The water coming off of her did not taste particularly good, but he'd done grosser things in his life. She'd be pissed about him licking her if she knew what his diet consisted of, probably.

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RE: Testing Limits [Closed] - AgentBonkers - 04-13-2017

Iara watched as the hound stood and approached her, still a bit cautious even if the events of the last while had been giving her more and more reason not to be wary. When he began licking her not once but repeatedly, however, she reacted, squealing as she realized what he was doing, and took a step back from his tongue.

"No, stop. That's gross for both of us," she said. "I'm still really, really dirty and fuck knows where your mouth's been," she added. "Uh, no offense," because if the creature really could understand her, well. The tingling where his tongue had been before she'd stepped away was kind of...pleasantly warm, but still. It was gross, for both of them.

After a few moments, she did begin to shiver slightly as the chill of the evening settled around her. With a small sigh, Iara spent a minute or two trying her best to wring some of the water out from her hair and clothes, which made her only very slightly less wet. Still, even if she was growing cold, she could bring herself to be much bothered by the fact, not after so long without any water at all.

Stepping closer to the canine, slowly reached out, gently touching, then scratching the top of his head, between the horns.

"I don't suppose you know the way back to town?" she asked after a minute or so.

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RE: Testing Limits [Closed] - SolitareLee - 04-13-2017

Yes, it was super gross, but he didn't want her to freeze to death. ...Hm. Could she freeze to death? Arguably probably not, but it still seemed like it would be really uncomfortable. He didn't think he could either, but being wet was annoying.

Although he didn't like her implications about his mouth. She wasn't wrong; it had been some terrible places, not least of which was where it was now, but she didn't know that. And it sounded suspiciously like a dog joke. He didn't need to lick his own ass, he wanted to inform her. He had other people to do it for him.

Not that he would say that, even if he had a mouth that could form human language at the moment.

He watched her try and mostly fail to dry off. Humans couldn't exactly give a firm shake. It was unfortunate, really. He should probably just take her back sooner than later. If the wind chill wouldn't freeze her to death soaking wet, he could just make it a very fast trip so as to minimize her suffering.

He lowered her head into her hand, letting her give him a friendly pet. Her hands were tiny, but it was a good feeling. At her words, he plopped back down on the ground, looking pointedly at his back. Hopefully she was good at holding on.

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