Remote Capture [Closed] - Printable Version

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Remote Capture [Closed] - megs - 07-11-2017

RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - megs - 07-11-2017

“Did you get the email I sent you?”

Julianna had been talking to her fiancé for twenty-five minutes. She knew this, because she had him on speaker and she was staring down at the dimly lit screen of her phone and watching the seconds pass by in real time. Her chin was propped up by her hands, which were propped by her elbows on the desk.

Admittedly, she had mostly been suffering through the conversation. She was very busy, she had a thousand photos to go over from a fashion show the previous night. Jean-Etienne knew this. He knew she was right at the most important part of her work day. Jean-Etienne didn't care.

“Julianna.”

He said her name sharply, because she hadn't responded to his question quick enough. She blinked away the blur of staring at her screen from too long and lifted her face away from her hands.

“Yes, dear?”

Jean huffed on the other end of the line. “Did you get my email?” He repeated the question, slowly, as if she were a confused child and hadn't simply gotten distracted.

“I did.”

There was silence on the other end of line. She was silent.

“Well,” he snapped. “What did you think?”

Julianna leaned back in her chair and stifled a groan. She tilted her head back until she could glare up at the ceiling and mouth obscenities at it. “Of that ranch? It was nice, I guess.”

“‘Nice’ you ‘guess’?”

She sighed. “I just don't understand why you'd want to get married in Montana? We live in New York? We're honeymooning in the Virgin Islands? I don't see why we need to detour to all the way to Montana.”

In the end it didn’t matter why Jean wanted to get married in Montana, because they were getting married in Montana regardless of what Julianna thought about it. Not because she didn’t have any say in the wedding preparations (she didn’t), but because giving into her fiance was easier than fighting him.

Which is exactly why she had flown six hours from New York to Montana (with a forty-five minute layover in Denver) with her best friend and event planner. Because even though he was insisting that they get married at a rustic ranch in the middle of nowhere, Jean was apparently too busy to oversee the work himself. He cited his job and obligations. As if Julianna did not have her own job and obligations.

“Oh look,” Maeve was talking excitedly and nudging her awake. Julianna had fallen asleep in the passenger seat as she was driven to their destination. “It’s so cute,” the blonde continued, indicating that ranch that they were currently driving up on.

“Yeah,” Julianna agreed half-heartedly, turning her head to watch the field pass slowly outside her window. “Cute.”

“Do you remember who you spoke to on the phone?” Maeve asked as she parked the car. Julianna was opening her door and jumping out of the vehicle as soon as the engine had been killed. Eager to stretch her legs and not have to listen to pop music anymore. A strong breeze kicked up dust and whipped her hair around her face.

“Her name was Ishara,” she answered finally. “I’m sure someone will come to meet us.”

RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - saronym - 07-19-2017

Owen’s senses were acutely attuned to the environment around him. His environment. He knew every rock, tree branch, wandering animal, and water source in what he considered his ‘home range.’ The home range in his mind extended much farther than the invisible legal boundaries that marked out the plot of land the Hart ranch sat on in Yellowstone.

His sense of what was his was so exact that he could always pinpoint when something - or someone - new arrived. Whether that be the scent of a new deer wandering into the periphery that his nose could capture. A car passing along the highway that ran east of the property. Or tourists wandering off the trails in the woods.

Something rather strange was bombarding him from where he worked repairing a fence at the far end of the backyard. A car had pulled up to the main house but that wasn’t the problem. It was who stepped out of the car that was the problem. There were two of them. Female, mid to late twenties, smelling like airplanes and car leather, but there was something else. He turned his face towards the breeze that brought their scent more strongly to him.

What was that? One of them smelled aromatic but somehow edible in an earthy spice kind of way. He had never smelled a natural scent so attractive before and immediately put down his tools to investigate who it belonged to.

Before Owen reached the two new arrivals, his mother had banged open the screen door and was proceeding to greet the women loudly with her arms held out like the welcoming mother she was.

“You must be Maeve and Julianna.” She gushed as she moved towards the edge of the porch. Her hands went playfully to her hips. “Now which is the bride?” Ishara bent somewhat as if to get a look at who had a ring on. “Must be this young lady, which means you must be Julianna. Congratulations! I bet you are just so excited!”

Owen thought he was being subtle hanging around at the side of the house and fiddling with the hose that was coiled in the grass there as if he were doing something with it. He peaked up every now and again, eyes seeking the woman whose scent had drawn him from a several football fields away.

Julianna his mother had called her, the one with the intoxicating smell. Another of her brides no doubt scoping the place out for her future wedding. His heart sank some and it was accompanied by a kind of restlessness need creeping into his spine. It made the hairs on his arms stand. He shoved that familiar feeling down and continued to loiter nearby.

“I’m Ishara...welcome to the Hart Ranch.” his mother meanwhile was saying. “Owen!” She called to him. “Owen! Come meet my new clients.”

Owen froze at his fake task and closed his eyes cursing his mother for exposing him. After a moment, he dropped the hose and rose to his feet.

“Well potential clients that is.” She giggled and waved her hand in an urgent scooping motion at him to get him to come over to them. “That’s my youngest.” She said proudly to the girls as her son approached.

Owen’s hands were stuffed down into the pockets of his stained work jeans. A blue flannel shirt flapped open over a not-as-stained white v-neck t-shirt. He gave the girls a curt nod. “Hi there.” His eyes lingered longer on the curious-smelling woman named Julianna. She was a small woman with slightly mussed hair, he assumed, from napping or the car window having been down for the ride.

Attractive too. An understatement in describing how he felt upon approaching which was nothing short of an almost irresistible gravitational type pull towards her. He felt sort of overwhelmed by her smell being that close. His insides ached with need.

To what? He wondered. Shift? He couldn’t gauge why he was feeling that way. He had shifted just that morning why already?

“He’s not one for words.” Ishara chimed in after a moment of awkward silence as her son stared at the bride as if she were some sort of new species. “Come on inside. Can I get ya’ something to drink?”

Owen thought he was dismissed and turned to leave the porch but his mother’s voice reached out to him again. “You too honey, don’t be shy. These girls won’t bite.”

RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - megs - 07-19-2017

Maeve was the first to turn away from the rented vehicle and look to the woman that had appeared from within the house. Julianna lingered near the car, pulling open the rear door to root around in her belongings to find something. The blonde was already waving back and calling polite hellos by the time Julianna slammed the door, her camera in hand. A compact, but complex and expensive looking SLR camera, that she immediately started fiddling with while her friend made the preliminary introduction.

Julianna found herself being pushed forward when the bride question came into play. “Yeah,” she agreed, forcing a smile when Ishara implied that she was excited. She held the camera in one hand and fiddled with the large diamond ring on her finger that had outed her as the bride before Maeve had pushed her into the center of attention.

“I am already in love with this space,” Maeve gushed, side-eyeing Julianna and taking note of her obvious hesitation to bring attention to herself or the wedding. “It’s great to meet you,” she added with a bright smile. The smaller woman was more than happy to let Maeve take over, because she honestly didn’t want anything to do with the wedding. After being trapped in the car she was itching to go out and do some exploring, because Maeve wasn’t wrong there was a lot to fall in love with.

Greetings paused as Ishara beckoned another, and Julianna lifted her head to watch a tall blonde approach their little group. Tall was too much of an understatement. Not only did he tower over her, but he was broad. Large, over all, in such as way that made her feel downright diminutive. And he was staring at her. With clear grey eyes that she found herself staring right back into.

Conversation was happening around her again. It was a muffled and distant sound in her ears. It wasn’t until Maeve nudged her in the ribs that she realized a silence had fallen as they stared each other down. Julianna startled, tucking her own arm down to ward off further assault from her friend.

“H-hi,” she managed, blinking out of her trance.

Ishara was beckoning them inside, and Julianna found herself watching the back of Owen’s head as he walked with his mother in front of them. Simultaneously, she was trying to decide when an appropriate time would be to break away from the group.

“Has the ranch always been in the Hart family?” Maeve chimed from her left, she shot glares down at her friend, behind the Harts backs, who she thought was being rude, only to have them ignored.

RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - saronym - 07-19-2017

Mother and son led the two guests into the home and down a hallway lined with family photographs. The hallway opened up into a spacious kitchen. The windows were propped open and let a fresh spring breeze. The smell of the air told Owen everything he needed to know in terms of what was going on in and around the ranch. He knew where the cattle were and that there was no danger of any escapes in that still unmended portion of fence he had abandoned. He had some time to kill with their curious clients.

Owen half turned his face back to the women behind as he walked at the question that the more chipper blonde asked. There was something disapproving on his face as if she had asked the dumbest question. “Has anything ever always been in someone’s family?” He mumbled sarcastically to himself as he turned back.

His mother hit his arm hard with the back of her hand. Even though it likely hadn't hurt him much. He shrugged his shoulder in an exaggerated motion as if to defend himself from her and then rubbed at the afflicted area as if greatly pained by the one swat. “Owen.” She scolded and then pushed playfully at her large son, shoving him forward and into the kitchen. “Get some glasses down.” She waved her hands dismissively at him.

“Don’t pay him any mind. The ranch as we know it today was obtained just after the Free Homestead Act in 1862. As far as we have been able to trace back we've found that the first Hart came this region working for a British fur trading operation as early as 1760 or so.” Ishara explained pleasantly to the women.

“And we’ve been here ever since.” Owen said as glasses clinked onto the counter.

“That’s right.” His mother agreed while she opened the fridge to produce a pitcher of tea. It was attractively presented with perfect circles of lemon floating in amber liquid. Ishara filled the glasses and Owen gathered one up to hand it off to Julianna.

“That’s a nice camera.” He told her as he passed the glass to her. His voice was low in volume when he spoke almost as if he wished to have a private word with her. A comment just for her. “Pretty big for a little woman.” The pull at the corner of his mouth suggested he was teasing. Normally he would have loved to talk family history with curious guests but today he couldn't focus on anything but this woman and that creepy crawly feeling she gave him in his spine.

RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - megs - 07-20-2017

Maeve hmphed in the wake of Owen’s response. She almost decided then and there that she didn’t like him. The blonde was quick to judge, both positively and negatively. It was a flaw. Besides, she didn’t feel like her question had been wholly unfounded. Simply an inquiry as to whether the Hart family had built the ranch or acquired it. Why did that warrant such a snide expression? Too busy focusing on Owen’s rebuff, Maeve almost hadn’t noticed that Ishara had begun to answer her question in a much more polite manner.

The blonde beamed at the matriarch, her quick judgement having already decided that she liked the redhead as much as she liked the ranch.

Julianna was grateful that they weren’t talking about the wedding. It meant that she, herself, didn’t have to talk. She could lean one hip against a counter and fiddle with her camera. Still waiting for that perfect moment to bail. She double checked the settings and the memory, going through the usual motions of preparing for a day of photo-hunting.

“That’s fascinating,” Maeve chimed. “I’m sure the history here, brings a lot of character.” She accepted the chilled drink with melodic thanks and took a polite sip before setting the glass down. “I suppose we should get to business then?”

Julianna knew this announcement was for her benefit, insisting that she pay attention. Green eyes only rolled in response and she hummed something that sounded like an agreement.

“So, exactly how much of the property is available for the event?”

Owen sidled up near her and Maeve and the wedding were once against pushed into the background of her attention. “Thanks,” she said, both to the compliment and the beverage. Her own tone was kept low to match his, though her attempt at confidentially seemed intent on keeping the blonde’s focus off of her. Sipping the amber liquid she found it both delicious and refreshing, and drank deeper from the glass than she had originally intended. Her brows lifted and she watched him over the edge of the glass as he made another comment regarding her camera and her stature.

“I’ve handled bigger,” she retorted with a smirk of her own.

RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - saronym - 07-20-2017

Julianna was leaned up against the counter drinking from her tea while Owen took position in front of her quite close. It almost essentially trapped her between the counter and him. She would have to sidle to one side or the other to get away from him.

His eyebrows lifted and that upward curl to his mouth spread into a crooked smile. He glanced down at his feet and scratched at the back of his neck to buy himself time to think of a witty retort. “I’d have to see it to believe it.” It was as much an offer as he made it sound.

Their group had sort of divided evenly into twos. Ishara moved closer to Maeve who seemed taken with the history and property of the place. Meanwhile, Owen had subtly moved towards and hovered near Julianna. Once again, he wasn’t quite as subtle as he thought because his mother was tuned into their conversation.

Ishara bobbed her head. “Yes, we are very proud of our history. My sons lead horseback tours in Yellowstone. One is history based and the other is more geography and sight centered. Perhaps we can get you girls into one while you’re here?”

The conversation turned towards the details of the sale Ishara was looking to make. “Ah! Let me get you the book. We have many different packages that can be custom tailored exactly to your needs. If the packages look appealing to you we can tour the spaces we have designated for reception. We have a tent set up, and the barn - here” Ishara moved away while she spoke and retrieved a binder she had laid out on the kitchen table filled with all the information potential clients might want to review.

“Julianna would you like to take a look, dear?” Ishara called from where she and Maeve poured over photographs. “Owen did you finish that fence mend?” She had easily over-heard their quiet exchange and was cursing her son in her mind. Was he flirting with her? Really?

“No ma’am.” Owen didn’t move from his place standing before Julianna and answered his mother while still gazing down at the pretty woman with green eyes that kept finding his.

“Well don’t you think you should.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Then get.”

At that instruction, he nodded to Julianna and moved away boots scraping on the hard wood floors as he made his exit.

RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - megs - 07-20-2017

If the bride to be was at all bothered by the closeness of the relative stranger she didn’t show it. Nor did she seem put off by his not so subtle flirtations. “I’ll have to show you some time,” she replied, without missing a beat. She liked watching the almost bashful way he looked down at his boots or rubbed the back of his neck. Whenever he looked back up their eyes locked.

“That sounds delightful.” Maeve was doing her best to carry the conversation with Ishara, because Julianna was clearly having a different one. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy talking with her, it’s just that she felt her friend owed a little more attention to the situation than she was giving. “Doesn’t that sound fun, Jules?” Her tone was somewhat firm as she turned to the other woman. The blonde was alarmed at the lack of distance between Julianna and Owen.

Maeve was asking for confirmation on something and Ishara was asking her if she wanted to look at photos and pamphlets and if she were being completely honest: she didn’t. Once again, she hummed a vague affirmation, but she didn’t look away from Owen until he moved to leave at Ishara’s instructions. Her eyes tracked his departure, before settling back on Maeve who looked like she was glaring at her.

Julianna oblivious to the wildly inappropriate nature of her interaction with the rancher, blinked slowly back at her. She abandoned her camera and her drink on the counter she had been leaning on and moved to join Maeve and pour over the binder.

Maeve exhaled sharply through her nose and propped open the binder so they both could look at it. She would wait until later to interrogate the smaller woman on her behavior. “Do you see anything you like?” She prompted, when flipping a few pages had done nothing to rouse Julianna’s enthusiasm.

“Isn’t what Jean likes more important,” she muttered. “We just got here,” Julianna sighed. “I’m kind of tired. Do we have to do this now?”

“This is what we’re here for.”

“You’re the wedding planner.” Julianna’s modulated tone was nearing a whine, like a toddler in need of a nap.

“Let’s just get some ideas, and I’ll handle the rest, okay?”

Julianna nodded her acquiescence to the compromise, but her focus didn’t stay on the book for long. Her sights drifted to the window above the kitchen sink.

RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - saronym - 07-21-2017

If Ishara was honest she wasn’t quite sure that she understood the weight that hung in the room. She was picking up that Julianna wasn’t terribly interested in getting started on planning her wedding. That tended to be more common with the grooms. If she understood correctly, Julianna was a fashion photographer so she had assumed that this particular client would be very interested in the vistas the ranch offered for a wedding. But the woman seemed more interested in sharing sexually charged repartees with her unruly son.

“Now let me see here.” Ishara took custody of the binder and flipped it open to a particular photo set of a wedding they hosted the year prior. “This was a spring wedding. The ceremony was actually performed here in the back yard. My son built this beautiful - very simple - arch that was set in planters and we grew fresh flowers in those. We had log benches for everyone and at the ends of each were matching planters again with fresh flowers. It was gorgeous and natural. The bride and groom took pictures on the top of this rock face that overlooks the river and range below. The pictures are stunning.”

Ishara passed the book back. “The logistics were a bit difficult in getting everyone up there. But the end results - just look at that! There was a falon that made an appearance. Isn’t that amazing? I think something like that would be right up your alley. What do you think?”

While Ishara was rambling on about this previous wedding trying to get some kind of response out of the distracted bride, Owen was rounding the back of the house at a brisk walk. He was outside and retreated from where she was but he could still smell her. Somewhere inside he was screaming with need to shift. He could not resist the urge. It was so strong that he shrugged out of his over shirt and clawed the t-shirt from his back as he made a turn off into the woods.

A deep aching in his bones and the crawling sensation along his skin were the first sensations of the coming transformation. Owen stashed his clothes and boots under the same bush he always did and let the familiar change came over him. He traded his body for that of a twelve hundred pound grizzly.

Paws hit the ground with an audible thump as he went to all fours. Owen was still aware of his responsibility towards a broken fence and other duties on the ranch but they were distant to what the bear wanted to do. He took off towards the river at a gallop crashing loudly in the underbrush.

A kind of compass formed in his mind. He plunged one direction into the woods while the needle swung back towards the ranch house where her scent placed her still among his mother and the wedding planner.

RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - megs - 07-21-2017

Julianna did her best not to fidget and instead listen politely and give Ishara her full attention. Though obviously oblivious to her thoughts, Julianna was more interested in trading innuendo with the tall blonde that had been sent back to work.

To her, the entirety of this wedding was a farce. It was just a show to impress all the bigwigs back home that were associated with her family. And Jean’s. Julianna would never admit it, but the fact of the matter was she didn't want to marry Jean-Etienne, but her parents were counting on her to secure a good match that would elevate their family’s social and financial status. It was a bit old-fashioned, but she didn't see herself with many other options.

Julianna nodded and pretended to carry along with Ishara’s pitch. Maeve was actively listening and that was good enough. Her focus kept drifting back and forth between the photos in the binder and the kitchen window. “I like the arch,” she said when Maeve prompted her for input. “But I prefer buttercups and daffodils. We haven't decided on our color scheme yet.”

“They have ridiculous schedules,” Maeve chimed in. “I don't even know how they think they’ll have time to get married.” She laughed cheerfully, trying to keep the mood light and playful.

“Jean will probably like the rock view,” Julianna said distractedly. She had caught sight of Owen crossing the stretch of land and disappearing into the woods, but not before tearing out of his clothing. That was curious. Julianna pushed away from the island where they'd been looking at the wedding book.

“I'm going to take some pictures,” she announced, suddenly. “Wander around for a while. Maybe, something will inspire me.” She didn't wait for Maeve’s permission, before navigating back out of the house.

“Sorry about that,” the blonde offered to cover for her flighty friend. “I think she's just nervous.”

Julianna adopted a quickened pace across the span of grassy land in the direction that Owen had disappeared. Could he have gotten that far away from her? She broke through the underbrush and saw no sign of him, or anything, really. She tsked, disappointed, but decided to venture further into the woods anyway for a bit of exploration.

RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - saronym - 07-25-2017

Ishara closed up the homemade inspiration binder with a light huff. She smiled sympathetically at the wedding planner. "It's not problem, dear. I have plenty to do around here. We'll just see what she comes up with?" She reached for the blonde's hand and rubbed it affectionately. "As for you...please, make yourself at home."

She glanced out the window to watch the hesitant bride crossing the backyard and taking the trailhead that led to the river. "My other son should be home from his tours soon. My daughter may pop in as well. I'll set them to entertaining you while she does her thing."

Owen barely had clawed toes in the cool river when he became aware of Julianna’s scent moving. Becoming stronger. Coming closer to him than she had been when in the house but wandering in the wrong direction. He lifted his head in the direction that her intoxicating scent was coming from and became curious as to what she was doing in the woods.

He left the bank of the river and cut directly towards her which meant he wasn’t walking winding on the trail they kept that led from the house to the river and beyond. When he got close she would surely hear him before she saw him.

Being as large as he was didn’t lend itself much to stealth so he risked frightening to her as he made his way towards her. Though he wasn’t trying to carry loudly, leaves and branches were crushed underfoot. When he spotted her on the trail he froze. She was looking around in the woods to identify the sounds he was making and he could smell the fear on her.

He didn’t mind the scent of her fear in other creatures it could be torturous to smell and often their panic leaked into his emotions leaving him feeling restless. This was the express reason why they didn’t allow hunting on their property. They all wanted to avoid experiencing second hand terror.

After a few moments of observation, Owen moved making himself known to her. He climbed a little embankment and padded onto the trail behind her. He continued his approach of her as if he didn’t intend to stop, as if he wasn’t afraid or concerned at her presence. Once in front of her, he sniffed at her with a snout that wiggled with the effort. A curious bear who was as tall as her on four legs as she was on two.

RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - megs - 07-26-2017

She hadn’t been wandering the woods for very long when she heard the sounds of something coming towards her. Not rushing, but definitely making a steady pace in her general direction. Julianna tried to stay calm. She continued forward on the path, looking for interesting things to take pictures of. Whatever was out there probably wouldn’t bother her, right? Wasn’t there some saying? More afraid of her than she was of it? That sounded right, not that this city girl was any expert in the forest.

Snaps and crinkling that sounded entirely too close for comfort froze her steps. She halted, quiet and panicked. She was trying and failing to stay calm. When there was no more noise, she looked around hesitantly. Her gaze swept over her shoulder and that’s when she spotted it.

A huge fucking grizzly bear.

It was walking right towards her.

An involuntary shriek of a noise escaped her, the shrill sound was accompanied by the dull sound of her camera dropping onto the dirt path. Her now empty hands darted to her mouth, suppressing any more of the distressed noises she could make. Julianna remained completely still, having no idea what else to do in this situation, but something seemed...off. The bear didn’t seem enraged or threatened. It moved towards with an almost curious intent.

Julianna was face to face with a grizzly bear. Close enough now that she could see the small movements of its nose and it sniffed at her. She dropped her hands away from her mouth slowly, letting them fall back at her side. “What the fuck,” she whispered to herself, as the bear continued to inspect her. What in the fuck was actually happening right now. She lifted a hand experimentally, holding it out towards the beast. After a few preliminary sniffs, Julianna touched the bear right on the nose. “Oh my god,” she said, again, to herself. There was a very fine line between brave and stupid and Julianna was riding it. She touched the top of the bear’s snout. “Are you some kind of nice bear? How did that happen?”

RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - saronym - 07-30-2017

Owen watched the expensive looking camera fall from her hands and onto the dirt at her feet. He cocked his head at the device. Maybe he would have felt worse about scaring her but the camera seemed heavy duty enough to tolerate the fall. And he rather liked the little squeaking shriek that had preceded that drop.

When she reached for him, he didn’t shy away and let her touch him. For some reason her hand went right to his nose. He did not like the feeling of that. It drew a primal reaction out of him. He bared his teeth lips pulling back to show a couple rows of tiny sharp teeth with long deadly looking canines. Owen was in control of his reaction enough to prevent any threatening noises. It was just a show of teeth before he settled down.

This time he did feel bad for his reaction and the fact that it no doubt frightened her. So he nudged at her hand with his snout like a dog seeking a pet. Showing her it was okay. Just a snap reaction.

RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - megs - 07-30-2017

With another small squeak of surprise, her hand darted away at that show of teeth. She held it, palm flat and forward and up near her face; a show of surrender that indicated she got the message loud and clear. “Sorry,” she said, but she didn’t know why she was apologizing to a wild animal.

Not that it seemed too wild. When she lowered her hand, it nudged at it like an apologetic dog. Julianna was still wrought with nerves. There was fine tremor to her hand when she smoothed it over the top of his head, avoiding his nose. She ran her fingers over the space between his ears. A few gentle pets. The fur was softer than she expected.

“What do you want?” She wondered aloud. She stopped petting long enough to slowly bend down and retrieve her camera. She brushed off the dirt and inspected it for any damage. “Can I take your picture?” Julianna didn't expect any sort of response, oblivious that there was an understanding between them. She lifted the device towards her face and snapped a quick picture of the curious bear.

She giggled nervously when she lowered the lens. She scratched behind one of the bears ears. Julianna was in a sort of shock, barely able to comprehend that she was interacting with a nearly two ton animal that could kill her with one swipe of a pawn bigger than her head as if it were a stray dog.

RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - saronym - 08-05-2017

Owen didn’t know what he wanted. Not that he could articulate that to her one way or another in his current state. If he could be sure that she wouldn’t absolutely panic, he might have shifted back to show himself. That, however, sounded like a terrible idea. The family was keen on keeping their secret and shared it on a need to know basis which typically revolved around someone telling a serious romantic partner or some such event.

This was not that.

Unless it was.

Owen posed nicely for the picture staring directly into the lens as if he understood where to look. When she lowered the camera, he didn’t know if he liked that very much. He rather enjoyed being the subject of her photos. He circled around her and then lifted onto his hind legs to show her just how big he was. More than twice her height on two legs.

When he was satisfied he’d made the appropriate impression upon her, he fell with an easily audible thud back to fours and ambled down the path away from her. She was free to follow or leave him be.