Funny thing about deamons, and how people judge people by what shape their deamon takes.
My deamon - Wilberforce - is a dog. You think that would please the relations. Aunt D has a hound. Runs with the hunt and everything. Loyal and honest. Aunt A also went canine. MacIntosh is a terrier and apparently that means scrappy and brave.
You think they’d have been happy for me when WIlby settled. They weren’t.
Wilby settled as a poodle. Curly haired, ginger, fourteen inches at the shoulder. Wagging tail and friendly bark. Good company.
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Date: 2013-05-27 08:04 pm (UTC)My deamon - Wilberforce - is a dog. You think that would please the relations. Aunt D has a hound. Runs with the hunt and everything. Loyal and honest. Aunt A also went canine. MacIntosh is a terrier and apparently that means scrappy and brave.
You think they’d have been happy for me when WIlby settled. They weren’t.
Wilby settled as a poodle. Curly haired, ginger, fourteen inches at the shoulder. Wagging tail and friendly bark. Good company.
But the Aunt’s call him mentally negligible.