The unwanted companion.

Tuzik had been let out of the room reluctantly, Alyosha had been keeping a close eye on him lately as such he had been let out into the garden to run around, though his Master had made it very clear that he was not to let anyone remove his clothing.

The hound padded around on all fours, moving around on his feet and hands, walking like this seemed awkward for a human but he had become accustomed to it and moved quite freely.

He gave a soft whine as he wandered around on the grass, there was no one around to play with, even still he was going to make the most of being out in the sun.

Tuzik moved to nestle beneath a tree, laying out of his back and letting his clothed stomach be bathed in sunlight.

Frail legs carry the ghost-like woman across the grounds of the garden, her black hair shimmering with the reflection of the sun's rays. There are dark bruises up and down her arms, even one by her lip, and if anyone were to look into her eyes a certain air of decay would reflect back at them. Arzu has decided to go out into the garden because she normally can find some type of solitude there, and since a big majority of the members of the coven are vampires, what better time to be alone outside then during the day? The sun warms her cold, bony body, a natural warmth that she can no longer provide for herself now that she's starved that luxury out of her body.

Her tank-top hangs loose around her frame so the chain of her chest piercings make small tinkling noises as she walks, the lighthearted sound being a juxtaposition next to her dead disposition. She wears her hair now more and more frequently, because it hides her body from the world... Hide it from herself.

It's shame shall keep it company.

The hound perked up at the sound of someone approaching almost silently, not even the softest of sound could escape his sensitive hearing. He was far too curious to let any sound or moment go unchecked.

He rolled back onto his feet as gazed around, his eyes landing on the sickly looking woman. With a soft yap he started to pad over to her.

Alyosha had managed to get him into a loose pair of jeans and a t-shirt, he had attempted to place shoes on the creature but all attempts had been useless.

His pace slowed down as he neared the woman, he looked up at her with bright eyes and a large grin on his lips.

Her own werewolf senses, though very dulled as a result of her poor health, picked up the scent of the strange creature as he padded toward her. When she spies him her body tenses and she brings her arms up to hold her elbows. Her brow furrows... There is something... Off about this man. Something animal. Her lips tighten together and she steps back when he approaches her.

She shrinks back into her mane of hair, the thick locks engulfing her frame somewhat, and she narrows her eyes.

"Shoo," She says to the man, waving her hand at him quickly before returning it to hold her elbow.

Tuzik's head tilted in confused innocence, she wanted him to leave? but they hadn't even started playing yet...

He gave a long, sad whine as he looked up at her through his mop of bright red hair. Laying on the ground he placed his head on his hands and continued to look up at her, he didn't want to leave, he was going to stay.

His posture had no hints of hostility and his thoughts were innocent and friendly, he just wanted company and since she had shooed him away he had decided that it had to be her, he would win this woman over.

Discomfort flickers in her eyes when he whines and she holds onto her elbows tighter. Why was this man acting this way? ...Honestly there was a scent about him that didn't reflect human, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Stop it..." She commands in a quite voice, her disposition has grow meek since she accepted her fate. There used to be a sort of commanding, yet lighthearted disposition about the young woman, but that had long since faded, only a dull remanence of that remained in her, and it would not often show.

"Stand up like a man," she says, her tone a little louder, but it contrasts her sickly appearance.

Tuzik didn't know the English language, all his previous Masters had spoken Latin, that was the language he knew however Alyosha had slowly taught him a few commands in the days they had been together.

He picked up on two words that she had said 'stop' and 'stand' as such he became quiet and stopped whining, it was the only thing he could think of that he was doing that would irritate her.

When she told him to stand he sat up on his hind legs and placed his hands up on his chest, bundled in loose fists like they were paws.

He smiled up at her, waiting to be praised for behaving himself.

Arzu bites the corner of her mouth from the inside to stifle a tiny smile, she does find his oddness... Amusing to say the least. But her brow does stay furrowed and she is a little off put by how animal he is acting. She wonders if he's one of those feral children.

"...Um... Good,"" She says, shaking her head a little at how strange this situation is, "Why are you acting this way?"

She shifts her body weight, or lack there of, to her other leg and her piercings chime quietly on her body.

He looked up at her from his kneeling position on the ground as a happy rumbling noise sounded in his chest, he understand 'good' he was being praised, he had done the right thing.

The hound was determined to understand this language more, already he could respond to a handful of words, it was better than his earlier situation of knowing nothing.

His head tilted slightly as she spoke again, the tone sounded like a question but he didn't know what the words meant.

Instead of answering he simply nodded and gave a soft bark.

Her brow furrows a little harder in response to his strange actions and she takes another step back from him, starting to wonder if she joined an insane asylum rather than a coven.

"...Well if you can't answer then go," she says rather bluntly, waving her hand at him again. As amusing as a man acting like an animal was, she didn't feel comfortable in the presence of anyone...

Maybe the man is mocking it, calling it an animal. Because that's what it is, something less than human, something inferior to man.

Her brow furrows even harder and she turns from the red-head, walking in the other direction so she can isolate herself once more.

He whimpered loudly as she turned to walk away from him, he wasn't fast like this, running on all fours as a human had restrictions, he could've shifted into his animal form but his Master had told him not to remove his clothing and he couldn't shift while dressed like this.

Instead he followed after her, attempting to stand upright on his legs as a human would.

The result was not what he wanted, he ran for a the briefest of moments before stumbling over his own feet and falling flat on his stomach in front of her.

He looked up at her for a moment and whined before burying his face in the grass, that had hurt, he wasn't comfortable in this body yet and it was useless to him if he couldn't even run properly.

Her eyes widened as she say this display and she honestly wasn't entirely sure how exactly to react... She felt pity for him, this poor deranged man who obviously needed some kind of help.

Cautiously she leans forward and reaches out one of her thin hands to help him up, hoping he won't hurt her.

"...Here," she says quietly and reaches out both her hands, the man obviously has some problems walking for some odd reason. Though she's helping him she's on her guard, or as much as she can be. A fear sets in the back of her mind that he could harm her in her weakened state...

Though anything it gets it deserves. It's setting itself up for harm.

He looked at her hands as she offered them to him, he wasn't going to be silly enough to try and walk on two legs again, at least not today, he was more than happy just crawling around.

Tuzik misunderstood the meaning of offering her hands to him, as such he tongue stuck out and he lapped at her fingers gently as he got back onto all fours.

He shook his body softly, recovering from his little trip and beamed up at her adoringly.

Her face twists into that of an expression of disgust and she takes her hands back, stepping away from him slightly as she wipes her hands on the sides of her jeans.

"What is wrong with you?" he questions bluntly, not amused with his display of affection. She looks down at her hands and then back to Tuzik condescendingly, "What are you? Some kind of animal?"

She shivers at the thought of his nasty man germs and walks over to a fountain to start rinsing off her hands, mumbling curses under her breath.

More questions that he didn't understand, this was frustrating, he wanted to know what everyone was saying to him, the constant unknowing of whether of not he was doing the right thing was maddening.

He whined as she moved away from him and washed her hands in the fountain.
His smile fell slightly, she was washing away his kisses.

The rather dejected hound lay on the ground, hiding his face under his 'paws' if he were in his animal form his tail would be between his legs rather pathetically.

Arzu looked back at the strange man laying on the ground. It was as if she were interacting with a dog... And this confused her greatly. She brings her hands back down to wipe them on her pants and then she crosses her arms loosely over her chest, never taking her eyes off the man.

She raises an eyebrow and out of pure curiosity she whistles to him, as if she would to an animal, wondering if his response will be the same as that of a dog.

His head perked up automatically as she whistled at him, gaining the hound's full attention.

He rose to his feet and scampered over to her on all fours, sitting down in from of her.

Tuzik looked up at her with bright eyes, waiting for her to do or say something now that she had called him over to her.

Her brow raises at his response and her confusion grows. She looks down at the man with puzzled eyes, but reaches her hand down to scratch behind his ear.

...She isn't entirely sure why she's scratching him, but it makes her feel... Comfortable almost. As if she is just standing in the gardens with an animal. She keeps scratching his ears and she looks around to make sure no one is seeing this, knowing fully how very strange that would look to an outside party.

Being scratched behind the ears was Tuzik's weakness, he adored it.

He gave a happy little murmur, a purr that rumbled in his chest as he leaned into the touch of her fingers like any other dog would.

The hound shivered softly in delight from being petted and scratched, he had thought for a moment that this woman hated him, perhaps she was a cat-lover, but now that he was being scratched he was overly fond of her.

Not feeling as threatened anymore by the odd dog-man, Arzu eases herself down into a sitting position, not taking her hand off his ear. After a few more moments of scratching she moves her hand over his forehead and pushes back his long bangs to look at his face.

"Do you have a name?" she questions, though she knows she probably won't receive an answer. That feeling of being judged kind of floats away from her mind when she's interacting with this odd creature, because he doesn't feel human... And that is almost refreshing to the dying woman.

Tuzik sat down obediently as Arzu did, looking down at the woman with bright crimson eyes that almost matched his hair perfectly.

His head tilted as she spoke, another question that he didn't understand. She seemed to ask a lot of questions and he couldn't answer any of them.

Instead he simply gave a soft yap and leaned into the touch of her fingers behind his ear with a happy whine.

She sighs softly at his lack of understanding, wondering how on earth he could have functioned all of these years up until this point in time. Her fingers are pretty prime for scratching; small, thin, and bony.

As she sits with the man her thoughts drift to her brother, though she doesn't want them too... He scared her so much now, his erratic behavior, his intense emotions. It was the complete opposite of when she hadn't seen him for a month. Her eyes glaze over in her thoughts, but her hand doesn't stop scratching, a sort of distracted quality about her motions.

He missed his pet's companionship.

He had been let out for a few short hours and he already wanted to see the Hound again. To make sure he was safe. Perhaps to even play with him some while teh day was so bright.

Tug of war would be a fun game to play, though he knew that he would probably lose.

"Tuzik!" he called out, wandering down into the back garden, tugging the collar of his shirt a little higher, wishing that his new tattoos weren't so visible under the collar of his shirt.

Under the collar of his shirt? They spilled out onto his face.

Tuzik continued to whine and lean into her touches, her fingers were perfect and he could barely control his need to thud his foot against the floor in enjoyment.

The hound's ears perked up and he looked around as his name was called, that voice belonged to his Master.

He licked the woman's hand again and turned his head, barking in the direction that he had heard the voice so that his Master could find him.

She jumps slightly when the man moves suddenly, shaking her out of her daze. After he licks her hand the hairs that litter her arms and the back of her neck stand on end and she tries to hold in a noise of disgust. Arzu wipes her hand on the grass and then looks over in the direction the strange man barks in. She returns her hand to his ear to scratch as he reacts to the voice she didn't hear, petting him seems to sooth her and she definitely needs some soothing.