So it's bveen forever since I've updated. i hit a sandpit on All That's Wrong With Me, and no Fortune Cookie stories have appealed to me yet. So I've been biding my time for a while. And yes, this does veer off the track that I was on before, but I assure you that I'll make it work out. xP So don't worry!
And no, it wasn't Total back there. -looks puzzled- What made you think that was Total?
I looked up, astonished. Had that dog just talked? To me? And called me by my alias, no less?
I stared at the dog, and you might be thinking, 'run, Ditto, run!' But you know what? I don't know what books you've been reading, but I'm not the most efficient in self-preservation. I'm also quite dumb. Maybe that's why the white coats are out to get me.
The dog stepped towards me tentatively, and I sprang to my knees, whimpering as I put pressure on a new bruise.
"Madeline, it's me." The dog urged, and I stared at it blankly. "You know…"
I kept staring. Now that he mentioned it, that voice was somewhat familiar.
Oh, and also: there's only one person that I've ever asked call me Madeline.
"Ryan?" I blurted, and the dog nodded. I tilted my head and pressed my back to the tree, eyes widening.
"What?" He frowned slightly. Odd how dogs can make such human-like expressions when they're possessed.
"You didn't honestly think I was normal, did you?" He asked, and I couldn't help but feel really stupid. I'm not the best educated when it comes to normal human behavior. And when something that would have been suspicious to a regular person doesn't even register with me… well, let's just say I'm going to be even more paranoid from now on.
"You've always been one to trust people too soon." Ryan said matter-of-factly, as if he had known me for years.
"Oh, and you've known me for how long?" I retorted, standing. His head probably came up to my elbow, which is pretty big considering he looked like some sort of Border collie. And I'm as freaking tall as a house.
"Only a while." He admitted, leaning back to sniff the other dog's corpse once more. "I mean, I haven't been stalking you or anything. I have this… like, this sixth sense. I could pretty much smell your wings. And you don't exactly scream normal, you know?"
I gaped. Am I that noticeable?
"So why did you even need to find me? Where're you from? What's with those giant dogs?" I fired question after question at him, shifting my wings in case I needed to jet outta here soon.
Ryan was quiet for a while, his gorgeous hazel eyes considering me.
"I'm your dog, Madeline." He said simply.