AU Catch-all

[singinghuntress]

Who: Everyone
What: AU's!
This is:...


This is an AU Post for Rip and anyone else who wants to do random AU's with her in whatever the settings we've discussed. For hilarity, bloody violence or raunchy Sexy-times. 

Warnings where applicable? I mean...It's Hellsing. That should be enough of a warning. Beyond that, if things need to be moved somewhere else for size or privacy reasons, we can figure it out later? 

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AU: Reincarnation

[singinghuntress]

[When Rip died that fateful night, she thought that was the end of it, twenty years later a young woman that looks exactly like the huntress is looking for a job....]

Make it some kind of vampire wizard farming AU...?

[vlad_the_impaler]

But Vlad didn't die that night. He was reckless, but she fought well and thought everything will go as planned. Not to mention he got himself into a fight with his everlasting war against the church and their priests who branded him as a heathen and their enemy number one for centuries. He's the sort of man...or rather vampire that is never going to quit in his vengeance and his weird obsessions, especially against their God. It's a faith-based problem that Vlad is working on since he was a child.

He never forgives or forgets, and with his acquired immortality, the war is never over.

He lost his mate and his fledging in that battle that night. No amount of studies in alchemy, studies in necromancy, and the dark arts as he travels the world all over, searching for the finest ingredients to create some sort of revival to bring her back from the dead. He was defeated and in time, he accepted it with complete and total remorse. With her death, the war was over.

He resigns to live a simple life on the farm where he lives alone to his studies. A simple cottage where he raised crops and animals. No longer he's a monster that haunts the imagination of man, but a simple man, and he was forgotten and faded over time...and there was a moment of twenty years peace.

Twenty years later, he puts up a sign within the newspapers that he needs a helping hand. In particular, the brewery and making deliveries between the cottage and to the surrounding villages. In the ad, he even said he provides a truck for driving and it would be theirs for keeps if they do a good job.

Sure!

[singinghuntress]

For months she has been scouring the papers for a job. Resume after resume, application after application. Even with over a dozen interviews, Rip still didn't have a job and she was getting desperate.

She'd been living on her own for a few years after her parents died but, her meager inheritance was running out and her last job had been terminated, the business closing when the owner retired and leaving her jobless. Unfortunately, with such little work experience and no real skills that might apply, she was usually turned away.

It was frustrating to no end! She was willing to work.. Rip wanted to keep her little one bedroom apartment. So that day when she saw the new add in the paper, she felt a little spark of hope..

A brewery looking for a delivery driver. Well, she had a license, so it couldn't be that hard, right? Rip tore the add out of the paper and quickly got dressed, wincing as she struggled into a nice dress shirt and a pencil skirt that ended just above her knees. It took a few more moments to get on the stockings and the black flats before she was out the door.

Her hair was thrown up in a messy bun and even then, she had hair fighting its way loose with how long it was, framing her face and still partially falling down her back.Her glasses framed her sapphire eyes and did nothing to hide the freckles across her cheeks.. Rip was already calling the add's number to see if she could at least get an interview... while she was off to her latest in the long line of interviews.

She really hope this job or one of the others worked out...

[vlad_the_impaler]

The economy is slow and in recession and jobs are scarce. In this part of the county, it's better to go with the barter system such as exchange for food. Vlad even wanted to provide transportation if that would improve his income.

Vlad's bank is in good standing, but he wasn't wealthy as he was used to be. When he kept check of his bank account, his savings of figures slowly dwindle over the years. Unlike most humans, he doesn't need much other than having money to invest in the land, the livestock, and providing foods for his animals. Blissful simple work helps keep his mind on things while his research in the dark arts and the occult, justs hits the grind and he puts that on a pause.

One evening, after struggling out of bed, feeling slow and languid, and just merely existing, which has been his mindset for twenty years, the one he looks forward to is caring for his animals. He did remember putting up an ad, but there's no answer for a week. That means making the deliveries on his own. He has two trunks and if he could hire one trunk driver, it will ship out his merchandise more efficiently.

He was out in the field, taking pride in the vegetables he has grown. Being summer season, his prize corn and tomatoes are ready for harvest. He hasn't torn picked the crop yet, but just when he was about to, he takes his cellphone out and answered the call.

"Hello?" He answered, his voice is deep and pleasant. "Vlad speaking. May I help you?" No one in the county has his number, but he was hoping it was the job inquiry he put out.

[singinghuntress]

Rip paused in her door, half way out and struggling to put on a shoe when she heard one of the most deep and pleasant voices she's ever had the pleasure of hearing answer the phone. It makes her pause and for a moment, she forgot what she was calling about.

That moment quickly vanished as she gathered her wits to speak. "Yes? Hello? I was calling about the job in the paper? Is the driving position still open?" There was a bit of hope in her voice. One that might.. sound vaguely familiar to him if he remembered anything about that night on the ship. Only, without the German accent.

/rose from the abyss

[vlad_the_impaler]

It was a voice that he hasn't heard in twenty years. A voice very familiar. It couldn't be her right? Although his dead heart is already dead and no longer beats for centuries, it has been dead for twenty years.

It couldn't be her, right? There's a pause as he holds the phone. No need to get overly sentimental. It's pathetic for the likes of him to need a human to serve him for daylight business. He's someone who believes hope is a very fleeting emotion. Even though he was mourning for her and still do. While he has regrets for loosing her that fateful night.

"Yes, it's still open. If you want the job and don't mind the wages, you can have it. I pay by cash and that was it. There's no benefits or insurance, so that's something you have to look into elsewhere."

He's going to need someone to make those deliveries anyway. Vlad can't drive in broad daylight. He detests the sun, it's draining for him to drive, but the factories he shipped to are only open during business hours and being efficient sometimes, wanting things done, he needs help.

"How it works, I simply give you the hours and you show up. Drive and make deliveries to the factories and shops. Return the car, and that was it. You can come to the address to start working tomorrow."

And he texted her the address.

YAY~

[singinghuntress]

The job was still open! Rip felt like her luck was finally turning as she stepped back into her tiny apartment and shut the door. "Then yes, I'll take the job. I don't need benefits, just an income right now so.. it sounds perfect."

Her heart was already leaping for joy at her sudden luck at finding this. Sure, it wasn't anything glorious or even close to her college degree but, it was money coming in and that's all she needed right now. "I'll be there tomorrow to start." She glances at her phone once she hears the alert for a new text message.

" I look forward to driving for you Sir." After hanging up, she was dancing around her apartment briefly before she realized she had one more interview today and rushed out the door. Even if she didn't get that job, at least she had something lined up to pay the bills.

The next day, she was on time, dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a simple plain T-shirt. She wasn't quite sure what she should wear for a driving job for a farm.. or if he had a uniform for her to wear. So, Rip kept it simple. The shirt was black, her shoes were dark brown sneakers and she decided to put her long black hair back into a braid that trailed down her back.

As she stepped out of her small beat up car, she adjusted her glasses and glanced around, just wondering where the owner was and hoped that she just got the right place.

[vlad_the_impaler]

After he turned off the cellphone, a part of him wonders who she is. He gave the job so easily because it was a simple job. Anyone could do it. He didn't go to sleep. He stayed up all night until the morning sun rose when she came over to his property the next day.

When she came over on the property, he was right outside to greet her, enduring the morning sun if only for a few moments (...so glaringly bright to his liking...). He was frozen in place. Clearly shocked that she carries a resemblance to his lost lover. She wears very casually and simple, for the first few moments, he doesn't recognize her. In her first past life with him, she wore different clothes and spoke differently too. Perhaps he was used to her accent.

He won't stare for long. He decided to say nothing. Whatever she wears, to him, it's fine. But he wasn't certain if this is the same soul. Even though the physical resemblance is almost exact, it doesn't seem she remembers him.

"This is keys to the truck. The truck is over there, right on the road. I already put everything on the trunk inside, so drive to the following addresses."

He texts her the following address to her phone. Most of them address to stores and warehouses. "Drop them off in each and everyone. Then drive back here and I'll hand you the pay for the day." He instructed. "And drive slowly on the roads...Ms. Rip."

[singinghuntress]

Rip was very unaware that her appearance might cause her new boss issues as she nodded while she looked over the addresses he just sent her. "Sounds easy enough. I hope I won't disappoint you."

She made her way towards the trucks to do the deliveries. For the most part, she was able to get where she needed to be on time though, she was a little late to one or two delivery points. At the end off the day, she returned the truck to his farm and sought out her new boss for her pay. "I'm back! "

[vlad_the_impaler]

It wasn't much of the issue with her appearance. It's a lack of recognition. Amnesia. Since she doesn't recognize him, perhaps her memories are buried and there's no recall. Still, he won't press it. Memory recall doesn't happen at first sight or spontaneous. For now, he simply thinks of it as a close resemblance. A coincidence.

Once her truck was gone, he quickly retreated back into his house to avoid the sun. So draining. Since he hasn't slept the night before, it's time for him to sleep in his coffin-shaped bed and slumps there to sleep for the rest of the day.

When she returns, his dog was waiting on the front porch. A very big black hound with floppy ears wanders around the premises. The dog went inside the house to wake up his master, and Vlad trudges to the front door. His hair a mess from having just woke up.

"Mm....so you're back." And the truck is one piece. He hands her the cash, just like that. Not a check. He paid in full. "Here you go. Just as promised. If you come tomorrow, at the same time, it's going to be the same thing."

[singinghuntress]

The large canine was definitely intimidating but, cute in its own way. She waits patiently, though she does fidget a little while the dog retrieves him. It's a relief to get paid again really...

Though, she nearly forgets about the money when she sees his tousled sleepy look and blushes faintly before averting her eyes. Rip quickly accepts the cash with a slight nod. "Then I'll be back again tomorrow. I really need the money so.." She would be his driver as long as he needed one.

Who knows, it might be more of a permanent thing than a temporary gig... Rip just didn't know. Though, she did have to admit to herself that there were worse jobs she could be doing.

"...Is there anything else I can do around here to earn more? Or, at least to help out?"

[vlad_the_impaler]

At her question, "Huh...? Earn more?" Contemplating on her answer. Why does she need more when the already job is finished?

"Hm, I don't know." He answered, bleary-eyed. And she's brazen enough to ask him for more money to earn! But she needs more money...to pay off bills and certain debts perhaps.

Does he need coffee? But then again he already has a collection of coffee machines in all manners of brands in the kitchen, so he doesn't need her help in fetching coffee from town. The cellar has his collection of wines to last him for a lifetime, so he doesn't need her help in fetching wine.

"Hmm...perhaps you could. Are you good with animals? I mean, you could take the dog out for a walk. Or gather eggs from chickens. Or gardening even? You could harvest the crops and pick out the bad ones to put in the recycle bin and turn on the sprinkler system and water them and trim..."

The dog is mostly harmless. He is simply wagging his tag, tail thumping, and all wags. He's a normal black labrador dog, with goofy soulful dog eyes, and a collar around his neck. Vlad used to have a black hound named Baskerville, but along with his lover, he was killed too. It took him long to find him too. Reincarnated as a normal simple dog. The dog came up to Rip, sniffing and licking at her hand.

"He seems to like you as a friend." He said. "This is Baskerville. I think he would like to go out for a walk."

[singinghuntress]

Maybe her request was too brazen for just starting the job for him. But, when he came back with other things she could do around the farm, she relaxed and nodded. Her smile brightened up her features as she looks enthusiastic at helping out more.. "I can do that. I'm good with animals and I used to help my mother garden when I was younger so I know what to do when it comes to picking out the bad ones."

He was right though, Rip had a lot of bills to pay since she was all on her own. As for the dog, she smiles as she gently starts petting the goofy Labrador and even crouches down to give him a good scritch behind the ears.

"Hello Baskerville. Aren't you a handsome puppy." She loves on him for a few more moments before glancing up and the resemblance to his long dead lover is very unmistakable, almost like Baskerville when he found the reincarnated canine after that fateful night.

"...Is he named after the book? I know there's a Sherlock Holmes story called The Hounds of Baskerville."

[vlad_the_impaler]

In the meanwhile, Vlad took a moment to find a long leash, one of those types where you push a button, the leash becomes longer by extension and it retracts. He attached it to the puppy's collar by the hook to connect collar and leash.

Well, if she needed money...and the fact that she's enthusiastic to help counts. He'll think of tasks he needed her to do if she comes back tomorrow the next day. Managing the farm as big as this one can be quite a lot for one vampire who is a recluse and lives by himself.

"Mn. He is named after the book. One of my favorite series in fact. You can take Baskerville out for a walk around the property. He would like that."

At that, he handed her the leash, and indeed he gave her another job. The puppy energetically wanted to run and walk about, pulling on the leash.

"If he runs, just call him by his name and he'll come back to you. You can whistle too like this." Vlad whistled and the dog barked in response. "Just like that."

[singinghuntress]

She takes the leash with an enthusiastic nod as the energetic puppy starts tugging on the leash. Rip looks back at her new employer and nods again. "I'll do just zhat."

Rip tries to whistle to see if it works and to her surprise it does. She praises the puppy for doing as she asks before setting out, walking the dog around the large property. It may take her awhile but, she was eager to do it.

As she walks the dog, she surveys the grounds out of curiosity while playing with Baskerville. There's surprisingly a lot here... How was he running this all by himself? Rip didn't see anyone else around...

By the time she returned to the house with Baskerville, it was clear the puppy adores her and that she enjoyed walking him.

"He's quite energetic. Und.. I vas vondering if anyone else vorks at zhe farm. Or iz it all just you?"

[vlad_the_impaler]

The pup was well-trained and he barked in response when he heard her whistle. He is happy to receive praise believing himself to be a good dog and taking the lead, walking by her heel as they walked together side by side.

Walking around the property, she gets a good view of the barn and the stables where most of the animals are being kept inside, safe and sound. There are cattle grazing on the grassy field with a wooden fence surrounding the enclosure.

It was noted there’s no staff around on the property. A farm even with acres this big as this one should have a sizeable staff on the site but there isn’t no in sight.

Vlad is waiting for her in front of the house when she returns. "Do you have a fun walk?" Looking to his pup who is happy with his walk and seeing his master, Vlad leans over to give Baskerville his pets and takes back the leash. "It looks like someone sure did. Who's a good boy?"

At her question, "Oh? Oh. It's just me. I know it doesn't look like it, but I handled everything by myself on the farm. I keep a small with only a handful of animals." He digs into his wallet to give her a few extra bills as a tip for walking his dog. "I run a private operation, a small business, and sell only what I have on hand."

After much thought, since initially he didn't want to ask her of this, "But I guess a farm of this sie, I'll probably need your help from time to time."

[singinghuntress]

It took her by surprise to lean that he was the only one manning the farm. A place this large really should take more than one person to run it..

Especially with the goods she delivered earlier. Who does all the picking and brewing?? He's not really doing it all himself, is he?

Rip frowns a little and takes the offered bills, pocketing them with the rest of the money. "Then... I guess you have one part-time farm hand. I'll be happy to help just to be able to pay my bills. Besides, who knows. Maybe working together we can get more things done around here than just one person doing it alone."

Rip grins slightly, her whole face brightening up as she tosses her braid over her shoulder. "We might even be able to raise your profits or something."

Optimistic and hopeful... all traits the woman he lost twenty years ago had...

"I think, I'll enjoy working for you Sir."

[vlad_the_impaler]

She'll be surprised how much he managed on his own. He has too much time on his hands. He thinks he doesn't need people either. Much of the jobs, he does the heavy lifting (or use telekinesis) to finish his task faster.

Vlad is puzzled by how optimistic she is. She's too eager to work. Perhaps she has debts and bills to pay off. He doesn't question it since it's not too often people will drive out this far and come out here just to work.

Vlad is moved by her humbleness. "I don't need profits. I just make enough to keep the farm running. If anything, all the profits goes to help the animals here and provide them a sanctuary." From the horses and cattle and the chickens.

A short sigh. He was moved by his sentimentality and she does remind him of his past life lover, if past life is a real thing and not a theory. The young woman needed a job and it's his responsibility. "But if you enjoy working here, you may come here tomorrow morning and the day after. You can start anywhere from 8 to 9 in the morning and the shift ends in the evening around 5 to 7 depending on how much work we have to do."

[singinghuntress]

Her eagerness can definitely be equated to the amount of bills she has to pay, especially if she wanted to keep her apartment. So, this job meant the world to her for as long as she can manage to keep it.

So far, he's the only one that's taken their chances on her and she appreciates it. "Then.. I guess I'll help you maintain the farm at its best." She grins slightly. That grin turns into a sunny, happy smile when he mentions she can have regular shifts. It didn't matter to her if it was day in and day out just as long as her bills got paid. That.. and she found this farm charming and his dog adorable.

....And if she had to admit it, he was handsome himself. Though, Rip just met him so, who knows how long she might keep that opinion.

[vlad_the_impaler]

"I'll make a list of tasks for you tomorrow when you return." He said. He's not quite sure why she's happy. Not many are too eager to come to work! And his type of work isn't a desk and office job. "I have your number should I need to text you anything."

He looks up. The sky becomes dark and the sun is setting, heralding evening. "It's getting dark. You should be driving home by now."

[singinghuntress]

She turns her attention to the darkening sky and nods a little, though she's not moving much yet. "I can see that.. Evenings my favorite time of day so.."

Rip shrugs slightly as she reluctantly turns to head to her own car. "The stars must be beautiful out here without all the light pollution from the city." Something else his long dead lover adored, the night sky.

[vlad_the_impaler]

The count, by his own nature, lives alone in a quaint mansion in the English countryside a few miles on the outskirts of the city. While he's not a native, he found the people and their culture charming, and the country charming enough to move from his original homeland to make a home in theirs. He was well-to-do and have the just means. A garden in the front and back of his home.

It was a long, dull life and in time, he decided to pick up a hobby. He starts collecting exotic pets namely lizards. He starts with small and then slowly works his way up. One wing of his mansion becomes a haven for his reptiles where he kept them safe and warm in their terrariums enclosure tanks and written their names down to keep them identified.

One day, he ordered a special snake from an establishment, a strange pet store that claims to sell pets with mysterious powers that cater to the dreams of their owners. He ordered a snake, or a special type of mythical serpent called the basilisk.

At best, he was skeptical, but he is willing to bet his money that no such creature existed. He makes a bid on her and he won, and he waited for nearly a few days for the package to arrive when he was notified that she is shipped.

It was a large wooden crate with open-air holes with the word marked, "Live snake! Perishable item! Handle with care!" written all over the box. Using a crowbar, he opens it only to find a beautiful woman wearing a long dark blue dress. There's a blindfold wrapped around her head to cover her eyes as she lay sleeping all curled up in warm hay. He found a guidebook in how to care for her which he took the time to read, but one fair warning is to never remove the blindfold.

He touched the side of her pale face, finding her skin smooth and cold to the touch. "I must be dreaming..." He murmured. He touches her face and holds her hand to warm her up, stroking gently.

"Wake up. Would you please wake up?"

[singinghuntress]

It takes a few moments for the beautiful, raven haired woman with the blindfold to start to stir. As she does, she's automatically seeking out warmth, nuzzling into his hand as she slowly turns in the warm to her side and makes a soft little whimpering noise.

It's going to take awhile for her to fully warm up from her cold sleep. It had been necessary to ship her without putting the rare female through so much distress during the shipping and handling process. Or, at least that's what had been explained to her from the shop keeper that had hand raised her from infancy.

That very same shop keeper had also explained to the young basilisk that she could never take off her blindfold or open her eyes for anyone unless she intended to kill them. She had to be careful and gentle with her New Master unless she caused tragedy to rob her of her new home. All of the warnings she took to heart as she had been laid to rest in the hay and her body cooled off to put her into sleep.

Now? She was warming up and catching the scent of the one who purchased her as she nuzzles against their hand for warmth. Gradually she starts to stir more, eventually sitting up and letting the loose hay fall off of her as long black hair shifts around her. Her pale skin warms slightly, revealing faint freckles and even a little bit of scales along her neck and trailing down her back in the open back dress and lower. For the moment, its hard to tell just how much of her features are truly reptilian and how much may be human-ish until she starts to move more..

But, that was going to be in due time. "Master...? Are you the one that owns me now?"

[vlad_the_impaler]

Vlad was in awe as the creature before him stirred slowly awake. Her skin pale and cold, but smooth. She's perfect. He continues to gently caress the side of her cheek, feeling her for the first time, and then tucked a stray raven lock of hair behind one of her ears.

"You're awake." At least, he could probably tell even with her blindfold on. Her movements languid and sluggish, so he continues to touch her hands and face. The box of the shipping and handling is no longer needed. He has to get her out of the box and into a comfortable room where it took weeks to build a habitat and he can't wait to introduce her to her new home.

"I had been waiting for you." He said, with excitement in his heart. He carefully plucks the stray hay and brushed it off her. "Welcome to my home and yours as well. "Yes, I am your Master and you're in my mansion. However, the word of owning seems like poor wording for you are my friend and companion, and not legal property. I'll be responsible for your health and providing you home, as well as tending to your needs and taking care of you."

Placing a hand on her back, he helps her rise up to stand. "Let me help you. It's time to get out of this box. I'll take you to your room."

[singinghuntress]

She tilts her head to the slight a little, letting her long raven hair to cascade to the side as she listens to what he has to say. It's...a dream come true really. She'd heard stories from other creatures within the shop she was raised in about owners both cruel and kind. She was happy to know she got a kind owner that would treat her well.

It also warmed her heart to know he had been waiting for her. She could practically taste his excitement in the air at finally meeting her. She smiles slightly and takes his cues to rise, slowly getting to her feet.

Even with her slowly warming up, her movements are slow and languid. She could still feel the mantle of sleep draped around her as it slowly starts to life the warmer she gets..

"I'm happy you are kind to a creature like me.. I hope we are together for a long time." She leans a little more into his warmth as she stands and it takes her a moment to finally step out of her box.

The dress she wore was a deep blue with slits up the sides of the skirt, showing off long legs and the faintest dusting of pale scales down her thighs. The neckline was low but, modest with open shoulder sleeves. The young serpent was definitely beautiful and lithe in build. Languid and flexible.. she was dangerous if she was ever provoked.

Hopefully that would never happen..."I hope my room is warm. I still feel sleepy."

[vlad_the_impaler]

As she steps out of the box, he doesn't rush her and lets her take her time. Vlad knew she's a venomous type, so he's taking extra precaution in handling her. For now, he needs to orient her to make her feel welcomed and settled in his home.

"You are a very rare creature. I never heard of your kind. Basilisk. That's what you're called. Have they ever told you as to why you're blindfolded?"

At her requests, he gives a hearty chuckle and takes her hand to lead her through the halls of his house. "You'll get some rest soon. Follow me. You may not be able to see, so you have to learn the layout of the house. That means I have to clear furniture if you're going to bump into them. Don't want you to hurt yourself. Step lightly. I'll take you to your bedroom where you can sleep. I prepared a room and bed for you, so it's more comfortable than the box."

Leading her inside of his house, he instructs her where to go. Left or right, step this way and that way, and then up the steps of the stairs where the bedroom is on the second floor, and once they reached up, Vlad opens the door to her bedroom.

"Here's your bedroom. I put up heating lamps, so you get warm really quick. If you step forward, there's your bed where you can sleep. It must be a long journey for you in that box!" He said, musing. "I'm glad you're out of the box. You are free."

Meanwhile, he lets her hand go so he can turn on the heating lamps to warm up the room, turning up the needed heat for her cold blood to circulate properly.

[singinghuntress]

She nods slightly, indicating she knew what she was and why she was blindfolded. "To protect others from my gaze.. it kills if I'm not careful." She takes his hand, letting herself pause for a few precious moments to get used to standing before he gently started ti tug her along.

Every direction he gave, she followed without fail. There were a few near misses when it came to navigating around any furniture in the way but, over all she moved quietly and confidently.

When they finally reached their destination, she paused as if scenting out the room like many serpents might do as he explained her bedroom. The moment he lets he go to turn on the heat lamps, she's starting to slowly move around the room, her hand out to touch any surfaces as heat flares to life with every lamp that gets turned on. By the time all of them were on, she was more aware and her body was warming up significantly.

"I'm glad that you've provided me so much heat." She smiles as she finally moves to the bed to take a seat, letting her hands play over the blankets on top. "...What about clothes? I only have what I'm wearing...but, if you don't want me to wear them, that is okay too.."

[vlad_the_impaler]

Vlad stood by the doorway to watch her feel for her surroundings and getting used to her new room. Inside the room, there's a small bathroom connected. Near the wall, there's a shelf and a closest, also empty. There's a desk, also empty. It was a guest room before Vlad decides to transform it for his friend. On the bed, there's a warm blanket and a pillow, all clean and brand new when he prepared for her arrival.

"That's correct. That's why you must never take it off and be mindful of who lives in this house. For now, I'm the only person living in this house. Down the hallway, there's a room where I kept the other animals."

With a nod, "I hope the heat helps. Do you feel better and a little more lively now?" Then at her question, "Clothes? No, it's fine, it's fine. We should get you some clothes to wear. I completely have forgotten about it. But now that you mention it, we ought to work on that like figuring out your size and get you more clothes."

[singinghuntress]

All the empty space made her wish for things to fill them. Hopefully over time she could gain enough trinkets and other items to make her new rooms feel more like her own little haven. But, for a start it was definitely cozy.

She listens as he tells her that he's the only one living in this house besides his other animal companions, many of which she hopes she can meet at some point once she's settled in. "The heat definitely helps." She smiles slightly as she turns her head towards the sound of his voice. She may not be able to see but, locating things by sound and scent is easy enough for her.

In a way, her other senses have been compensating for her lack of sight since she was very young though she's not always had to wear the blindfold.. only when she finally reached maturity did she have to. That's when the kindly shop owner started to look for a owner for her.

"I do, thank you. The chill is almost completely gone now so the lamps are providing more than enough heat." As for clothes, she felt.. relieved? Please? She felt happy to know that he would get her more once they figured out what size she was. "How do we figure out what size clothes I can wear? I'd like to do that as soon as possible."