One Hell Of A Buttler [bhu!]

[I L Y I C H]

So I was to be sent on a mission for my master. Maybe it wasn't a mission at all. It was my birth... Our birth. The other Fido in my head barked obnoxiously in my ears. Of course, I do so apologise ma'am I do not mean to forget you. Not at all. Not that my soothing words relax her. My female personality does not soothe easily. She claims I have dismissive issues and thinks herself my therapist. Or should I say our therapist?

I had lived my entire life with the two of us all snugged up in my skull, and at this point it was no longer odd. It worried me no longer. It was simply normal. And I being the male personality had to ignore the woman in my head. Weird little chick that she was. So emotional... empathetic. It was disgusting. You should be trying to stick yourself to others like that. I didn't mind when she did it to me, but when she took over and made our face pull into sympathy I couldn't help but cringe.

Folami didn't do that. Unless our master needed it of course. She liked to tell me the selected master did. A slight dip in my path sent me stumbling slightly forward and with a jolt I pulled form my inner monolouge to look around myself. Trying to be careful had failed. We had walked into the folami territory, and now we were in trouble. I groaned, having ment to wait on the border and explain ourselves.

But of course other Fido had to drag me into my head... our head.

Twisting my small leith body I looked quickly around myself. Pine trees stood tall and their shadows would hide us... maybe. At the moment the dusky brown of my pelt hid me. Not that I should be hiding... We had to find master. But its not like the Lord would meerly wander upon the Fidos... me... us? Ah it didn't matter. Whoever we were we had to find the black pelted master.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

I had a new tingle in my toes, a bounce to my step. My recent conversation with Val has lightened the burden that had been leadening my heart, the burden that had made me heavy with guilt and rage. I had spoken to the boy in a raw state of mind, keeping nothing a secret. I knew he was either too weak to tell the other's what I had said, or he was trustworthy.

I leaned towards the latter.

My father padded in silence a pawstep ahead of me, my head taking a stand beside his right flank. I did not feel the same dominance at this time that I displayed when I marched around camp while my father sulked quietly in his den. I was not humble in his shadow, I was almost fearful. He had become a brutal man, fueled by self loathing. I knew he loved Carska and hated everything he was doing, and the only outlet was those around him.

I was not spared the rusty nails.

The man called me the Heir, the Princess, but he treated me like any other warrior. I was of higher rank by words alone. An outside dog that was deaf would not know my standing, and that infuriated me while also drowning me in frustrated saddness. I once could afford to hold my tail high with my head, knowing my father would smile with pride at my arrogance. But now he would snarl at me to submiss, as if he feared I would try and snatch the throne too soon.

I was not that stupid.

The brute paused midstep, bringing my mind to the present. I angled my head upwards to sniff the warm-aired breeze as it pulled up the rust colored sand. Dancing with the particles of debrie lay a scent I could not place. It was familiar, Folami-like, but held no female nor male taste. I pondered this as Bidziil began to stalk forward.

A dog much too small to exist appeared, freezing Alpha in surprise. I watched Bidziil shake himself, his mane of black waving in the humid air. He firmed his stance, towering above the mutt as much as his size allowed. I found this odd, him showing such dominance, yet patience, to a fox. Then I remembered my earlier conclusion; this was a Folami.

The dog held the essence of a middle aged pup, but his size was far too small. He was slim with a snake like face, and an odd expression that I could not read. What I found most peculiar was, though he look more male by facial features alone, he held no scent of either gender.

"Do you realize you crossed the Folami border? Most new members stop at the border and howl for my approach." His voice seemed bold, and yet the outter edges displayed the curiousity that my own gut was feeling. I wondered momentarily why he did not show more aggression towards this odd little rouge, but then caught the learned smell of humans of the stranger. If this dog was given by the humans, Bidziil would accept him.

Bidziil, the fucking puppet.

[I L Y I C H]

The scent that streamed into my twitching black nose gave me my turn. With a warm smile female Fido took over, her joy too great for my masculine mind to contain. The long pale dipped tail waved behind me, breaking the fox like cherade with a doggish expression. Master. I shoved male Fido backward, sending him into the closet of our shared mind. The smell was the same as those lashes pressed to my nose in the kennel.

Dear Master.

But he had someone with him, a scent to akin to his to defy relation. My smile grew larger, the pale band across my face crinkling with joy. Mayb eit was pathetic of me, but we had wanted this for so long. Needed this. These Fido's had been born slaves, raised as children are raised to await their father at the docks. Enthusiasm was not a thing I lacked.

Male wrestled me backward as the man came upon us. His thick tail ruffled under my nose and we unexpectadly sneezed, our currently shared body twitched slightly as the inner minds fought for dominance. In the end the male took over, his great wish for soldierly conduct forcing my enthusiasm to second best.

Our body fell into a deep bow, and as I took over I whipped the smile off my face. "Please accept our- my apologies sir. My navigator was not in the best of mind when she gave me my directions" A rumble sounded int he back of my head as my woman raged over my words. A bleak smile twitched on my face. Honestly. It was fun to tease her.

We never had a childhood, her and I. We were created adults, and so one could not help but allow us our childish tantrums. Not that Master or his Kin knew of the two of us were openly two... Well Master would figure this out sooner or later. "I am called Fido. The humans sent me to you Master." Our head lifted, large bat like ears pulling forward as I smiled quietly up at the two.

"Mighty big aren't they?" Her voice whispered out of my throat, and reduced it's tone to a warm feminen whisper. Though she was right. They were rather big. But that didn't matter. She was making us look crazy.

Casting an annoying glance sideways I huffed at her, voice returning to my own male overtone. "Hush, Fido"

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

I watched this dog with a guarded interest, wondering idly why the humans would send me a dog. Did he mean they sent him to the pack. "I am Alpha. Master makes my followers seem as slaves...alpha is just a lead position." I inched awkwardly backwards, a small enough step that it would be hidden by my gently nodding head. My face looked calm, but behind the mask I was filled with questions.

As the dog seemed to talk to himself, asking his own question and then shutting himself up, I flinched. We had Kamau, I wasn't sure we could hold another looney. I glanced over my shoulder at Alonda, who only stared blankly at me. "Well, Alpha, what do you suggest?" Her eyebrows raised at me as she spoke, her obviously taking a cold pleasure in my torn discomfort. This dog made me uneasy, but he was a gift from the humans. He was sent to aid us. He was loyal to me.

But he was so damn unnerving!

I finally bowed my head, knowing I had no right to be comfortable. Facing the fox-like dog, I stared downwards at him with an odd expression that I could not name. "We take him to our home, of course, Princess. A Folami loyal to the humans is a Folami worthy of the pack." I turned away from him, my daughter flanking me with a chuckle at my nervous gait.

What the Hell were the humans trying to do to me?

[I L Y I C H]

Our head tipped in confusion at his scentence. We were not his subjects, he not our king. Fido, we were servents. Slaves. Shakels were welcome. Bidziil was the master, and welcome to do with us what he wishes. Our body our heart both of our minds. They belonged to him. We had been created to be aligned with a master, and this black coated man had become that master. The humans meant nothing now, a forgotton memory as the God was assigned. My mind had been geneticly altered to accept a single master in our life time.

And he was acting like he didn't understand.

How odd. Head tipping the opposite direction I smiled weakly, letting the woman take over as I had no idea what to say. I piped up readily, hoping I didn't sound rude. "Sir, we are your slaves. Er... well I am." We smiled quietly, pretending I hadn't slipped up. Well this would be fun wouldn't it? Not that my sarcasm was accepted readily, his voice groaned in the back of my head. Hurrying forward to walk on the side his Princess did not walk, I was careful to keep our head at the master's hip.

"Well Sir it is good to meet you finally." I leaned forward to stare under his stomach. "And you as well Princess, we serve you as well, though not as readily you understand." Turning back to the front I walked in our easy prancing lope along side the master. It's been a good day. I flicked our ears in agreement with the male Fido. Bidziil was taking us without question. A kind master indeed.