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Important Information
Name: Coon
Species: Canine (Shepherd mix)
Owned Since: June 2020
Creator: Zeph (#762349) (FP)
Rules:
- Give Zeph credit
Species: Canine (Shepherd mix)
Owned Since: June 2020
Creator: Zeph (#762349) (FP)
Rules:
- Give Zeph credit
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Bio
The first thing Coon always does is just to see. His bright green eyes pierce far deeper than others realise. He can see the glimmers of sorrow behind the brave smiles, the threads of exhaustion holding up the pride-straightened backs, the jittery fears easily masked by exaggerated bravado. These secret pains and aches lie before him as an open book, and he stores them away unnoticed.
And then, Coon starts to sneak. He surreptitiously replaces fresh roses in the widow’s house, so she continues to take comfort from their scent even though she scarcely remembers to water them. He furtively drops dollar bills in the dirt path of the homeless gentleman, so that he can buy bread without hours of begging from hurried passersby. He slyly swaps the poor child’s outgrown coat for a fitting woolen one, just in time for the coming winter. All of these are gestures of goodwill filled with guile, caring concern served with craftiness.
At the end, Coon lets himself smile. It makes him happy just to hear laughter bubbling from another’s throat, to notice the light filling tired eyes, to know that pain has been eased and suffering lifted. He asks for neither accolades nor admiration - even simple acknowledgement would leave him blushing and bumbling.
He is, undeniably, the best agent of true secret service.
Written by Tar #1249086 (FP) / tarkisce (TH)
And then, Coon starts to sneak. He surreptitiously replaces fresh roses in the widow’s house, so she continues to take comfort from their scent even though she scarcely remembers to water them. He furtively drops dollar bills in the dirt path of the homeless gentleman, so that he can buy bread without hours of begging from hurried passersby. He slyly swaps the poor child’s outgrown coat for a fitting woolen one, just in time for the coming winter. All of these are gestures of goodwill filled with guile, caring concern served with craftiness.
At the end, Coon lets himself smile. It makes him happy just to hear laughter bubbling from another’s throat, to notice the light filling tired eyes, to know that pain has been eased and suffering lifted. He asks for neither accolades nor admiration - even simple acknowledgement would leave him blushing and bumbling.
He is, undeniably, the best agent of true secret service.
Written by Tar #1249086 (FP) / tarkisce (TH)