((I don’t know why I didn’t do this as soon as I found out about the whole, “Your main is attached to this” thing, but whatever.

((I’ll keep this blog up for a while, just to allow my 15 followers to know, I guess?  Also, I’ll post a link to the new blog.

((Let us hope the URL has yet to be taken…

http://da-origins-dog.tumblr.com/))

I just thought I should clarify, because I highly doubt any of you would look for me… Wynne might…

OoC: Right…  I won’t be on the computer for the all of next week…  I’ll be visiting family…  Just a heads up.

zevran:

alistair-:

zevran:

alistair-:

da-dog:

I have an announcement to make!

I like sparkles.

Zevran, where is your other hand…. Zevran….

Hm? I thought surely you would have felt where it was…

I-I.. Uh… Y-You’re pressing against many b-boundaries…

Pressing against boundaries? Huh… So that’s what they call it in Fereldan.

Does anyone know what they’re talking about?  I’m too distracted to understand these concepts of geographical boundaries.

As you can see… I still like sparkles.

I have an announcement to make!

I like sparkles.

alistair-:

da-dog:

He thinks I can’t hear him… They all think I can’t hear them…  Ew…  What has been heard can not be unheard…

W-What are you implying?! And.. you can… what?! Maker’s breath, I think I’m losing my mind.

Wait, what are you implying?  I thought you went online to check out what that bleeding nose was all about…  Wait, I thought that relieved sigh was—

Oh, what.

No.  I don’t want to know.  You stay on your side, and I’ll stay on mine.

And in my defense, I was saying that hearing everything that a drunk, an old woman, a bard, a… Zevran… and everyone else says or does can be quite… disgusting…  But I still don’t want to know, Alistair.  Still.

He thinks I can’t hear him… They all think I can’t hear them…  Ew…  What has been heard can not be unheard…

I’m beginning to suspect that my presents of sticks and dead rodents are unappreciated…

zevran:

da-dog:

So, I finally had time away from all that ruckus to make a Tumblr account.

I wonder if my fellows think me capable of using the computer, what with my paws and all.  Then again, most of them seem too distracted to care about what the dog does…

You can speak…?

What in the Maker’s name does Fereldan teach it’s dogs? In Antiva they aren’t even taught to sit. The mutts just roam the streets…

Do you not listen when dozens of people tell you that Mabari hounds were created by a wizard many years ago?  It is quite literally magic that I can even comprehend “Antiva” or “Fereldan” as more than words but as places in the world.

And I’m so very glad we’re not in Antiva… besides, y’know, the whole “The Crows want to kill us,” thing…

I’d blame Alistair, but I probably should have barked up or something…