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regulus arcturus black (royalvenant) wrote in makebelievelog,

Regulus peered down at this strange young woman that was petting his pig. It wasn’t enough that strangers landed in his own quarters, was he to meet all the strange people that lived in this castle?

Lord Atherol was simply basking in the attention the woman was paying him. He sat and then rose again, he stepped in place, and he grunted some more. Regulus rolled his eyes at this blatant pandering for attention. He showered Lord Atherol with affection and devotion. That should be enough.

“Lord Atherol,” Regulus said pointedly. “Doesn’t need booties. His hooves are perfectly capable of handling the terrain and weather. He needs the coat because his parts above the hooves are hardly equipped for the cold.” Regulus wasn’t being very cordial, he knew it. It irritated him that he thought to stop and think about his manners. He didn’t want to have to consider other’s feelings when conversing with them. He didn’t want to converse with others.

He cursed at himself inwardly.

“But,” he tried to be more civil. “The lime green does look good against his natural coloring.”