A test Who: Stefan When: 9.30pm Where: A random street What: Stefan is conducting a test of a poor doggy. Status: Complete Stefan walked down the street with its high fences and hedges. He had a stick in his hand and was trailing it along every fence, as he had done the street before and the one before that, and the one before that. He was looking for something, something very specific. Though to most people he just looked like a junkie that had recently had a fix, which was the truth. Heroin, and he had left the needle in a playground, with all sorts of nasty diseases on it. What fun!
He was just thinking about that when a huge dog jumped up at the fence barking at him. He stopped what he was doing and looked at the pooch. It was huge and slobbery and looked rather viscous. He smiled. “You are perfect.” The half demon said with a grin. He looked at the dogs name tag…fluffy… why did owners do that? Give huge menacing dogs cute names, and little yappy things names like Satan… It was all backwards to him!
Walking inside the garden ‘fluffy’ tried to attack him. “Sit.” He hissed and the dog actually obeyed. “Heh.” Slight amusement there. He walked up to the dog and stroked his head, not for any affectionate purposes, to transfers a nice disease to the poor animal. Rabies. Very bad Rabies at that, and a little madness too. The dog started shaking and twitching and growling. “Good doggy.” Stefan took a airtight bag out of his pocket, Inside it was a piece of clothing. Something he’d swiped off of his brother last time they had been in the same city at the same time. He opened the bag and let the drooling mutt stick his face into it and take a few really big sniffs.
He took the bag back after a while and replaced it in his pocket. Then opened the gate for the dog. “Go get him.” He said in a gruff tone. The dog barked then ran off into the night, barking as he did. He hoped the mutt didn’t just wonder off or at least if he did he bit a lot of people while he was at it. He wondered briefly if his brother had made it to Mysteria yet, or if he’d just sent a mad rabid hound out after someone it wouldn’t find. Who knew? But it would be fun finding out! Stefan walked back out the garden and down the street.