Sebastian hated dogs.
Not out of any malicious intent or because dogs had too many flaws - he actually appreciated the canine species's abilities - he hates dogs simply because of aesthetic appeal, really. He preferred the sleek coat and dainty paws of a cat to the roughness and big, clumsy paws that came with a dog.
If cats symbolized grace, cold indifference, and sleek beauty, than dogs symbolized heavy labor, endurance, and raw strength. He'd never met a more stubborn animal (besides moose and geese), than a dog protecting what it cared for. He'd once seen a dog tear out the throat of a large male canine to protect her litter of pups, and a wolf that died defending its pack from vicious human hunters. Dogs were loyal and viscous to a fault and he couldn't help how he felt about them.
He respected the canine species, but he also hated them. They reminded him too much of himself.
Which was why he didn't quite know how to handle the situation when a tiny black puppy bit into the edge of his black winter coat and held on as tightly as their little jaws could manage. The demon frowned down at the creature, holding tonight's dinner (thinly sliced fish grilled with fresh fresh lemon, onions, and minced garlic and served with a thick, Indian style sauce and fresh peeled carrots).
He tugged at his coat before taking a few steps forward, hoping to dislodge the stubborn canine. He sighed when the tiny creature only growled feebly at him, shaking its head as aggressively as one so small could, still biting down into his coat.
Sebastian sighed and knelt down to stare at the puppy. Even so young, he could the power and strength in its long legs and lean body, just underneath all that curly black fur.
With another, heavier sigh, he picked the dog up, relieved to see the creature finally let go of his coat...just to bite down on his fingers and gnaw at them with vigor. The demon smiled sadly down at the young canine and gently ruffled the top of the dog's head. He straightened up and cradled the dog to his chest.
He may hate dogs, but this little creature was shaking so hard from the cold, and it had such a hard grip on his fingers...
Well, he'd let the young master decide what to do with the stubborn pup. Ironic that it's blue eyes resembled the young earl's own eyes.
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"Sebastian...is that a dog?"
"It was persistent in following me home. I feared it would be trampled if left alone."
"...does anyone else know?"
"Only Finny. He wants to name her Victoria, after the queen."
"Don't you hate dogs?"
"To a degree."
"We'll keep her. Give the thing over and go about your chores; I'll think of a name."
"Of course. If I may...Victoria sounds like a lovely name for our new guest, don't you think?"
"...I said I will be deciding upon the name. Leave, Sebastian."
"Yes, my Lord."
Ciel frowned down at the little black pup nipping at his fingers, and stroked down her spine. The dog whimpered in joy and wiggled happily underneath his hands, causing a faint smile to replace his frown.
"Victoria." He whispered to the canine, grinning when the dog barked and looked up at him with adoring eyes. "Little 'Toria...yeah, I could get used to that. But only if you bite Sebastian as much as possible, he does hate dogs after all."