Kratos: Strength, Might, Power & Sovereign Rule (mighty_strong) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2012-06-13 21:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~kratos, ~perses |
Woof (tag: Perses)
Kratos bit into the hot, greasy funnel cake, knowing he was getting powdered sugar all over his upper lip, and not even caring. Normally he was pretty precise about his appearance, what with his job and all, but seriously? Funnel cake. There just wasn't anything better than a freshly fried mass of batter covered in powdered sugar. Okay, so there were a lot of things better, but none right at that moment.
As he strolled through the food booths, he looked for the beer stall. Really, he wasn't here for the food at Norfolk Harborfest, he'd come because later tonight there was supposed to be some country music and he wanted to check the place out a little bit beforehand. He was pleasantly surprised to find that on the list of entertainers was somebody named MamaLou, who was apparently a strong woman. According to the busker, she could rip phone books in half, break boards, pound nails with her fists, and more. Unfortunately, her next show was an hour and a half away, and the start of the music was an hour beyond that. So Kratos was entertaining himself with everything else that was at the local festival.
He'd just found a stall that sold his favorite beverage, and procured a large red cup of said libation, when he heard barking. Lots of barking. Followed by splashing. That was not a combination of sounds he expected to hear in the middle of a festival like this. What was going on? It took several minutes to track down the source and find out, but when he did, Kray stood transfixed, watching.
There were dogs, all kinds of dogs, gathered around what was essentially a giant temporary pool that had measurement markings down the side like a giant tape measure. There were dogs of all sizes, though there seemed to be a lot in the medium-large size, lots of labrador and retriever types. As he watched, a woman commanded her dog to sit at one end of the platform, then she walked to the edge of the pool. A second later, she gave a softly spoken command, and the dog began to run. Just before reaching the woman, she tossed something into the water and the dog launched itself in to get it. A moment later, a voice announced that it was a 14.3 foot jump. Kratos was rather impressed, but according to the comments he heard around him, for a dog of that size, it was a bit under average. But it was alright, the dog had another jump to try to top it's placing.
This was far more entertaining than he'd expected it to be, and Kratos found a good spot near the back of the crowd to watch. He wondered what happened with the little dogs. Did they jump as far? Had he missed that part of the contest? He really hoped not, because this was a pretty great way to kill a couple hours.