I will walk 500 Miles

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

 She sighs softly tried but determined, As she looks about for a space to pin up the missing poster she sketched. While wearing her
<a href="https://i.pinimg.com/236x/80/b2/a8/80b2a84c125cca7d36bae04b9fe24f80--scifi-channel-tin-man.jpg"> Dorothy outfit</a> 

The poster was of Sherlock with curly black hair blue-green eyes, high cheekbones, black Belfast coat and blue scarf.  Below that was her number and if found please call. 



She half pondered trying to find something pirate related or something he had a love of that kind of stuff, where as she enjoyed more swashbuckler and Errol Flynn sorts of stuff though she did rather like Will Turner from Pirates of the Caribbean. She looks about to see whose hanging around the area as she half wonders aloud. "Has anyone seen any sort of docks or.. I don't know pirate things or persons lately?" She was rather running out of places to look where he would likely be.

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[thevictoriandetective]

Meanwhile, Sherlock was staring at the poster of himself from afar and the woman holding it.

What was this? He didn’t know anyone here!

Immediately on edge, he stared at the number. He didn’t have his phone on him, or he’d realize that the number existed in his contacts. No, in fact, he seemed quite worse for the wear, his clothes in tatters, drawn and thin.

Spooked, he decided to confront her directly. Maybe not the best or safest course of action, but he’d always been quite reckelsss.

“Who are you? What do you want with me?”

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

She blinks, her eyes widening. Her jaw drops, "S..sque..Sh-sherlock?" She half stammers as she asks, catching herself slightly. She shivers a bit her lips twitching her ears pop and perk right up.

She takes a tentative step forward and then stops her brow furled, hurt in her eyes. "Are you hurt?..y-you don't remember me." She more states than not. "I'm your Ashy..I wanted to make sure you were alright..I..I couldn't find you anywhere.." She informs him her mouth dry like cotton. As she drops slowly to a crouch like he's not taller than her already.

Her shoulders slump a bit trying to be non-threatening and yet itching to examine him. She highly doubts he let her close enough for that just yet. She subtlely scans and sniffs the area and air.

[thevictoriandetective]

“What? No, I don’t remember...” he looks confused, taking a step backwards when he sees just what sort of ears she has. He sniffs, catching the scent.

“You’re a wolf.”

It’s with some measure of alarm he says this. Being what he was, after all, came with a natural skittishness around those who were like her. Shifters—carnivore and omnivores, those who preyed on...those like him. He was sure she could catch his scent by now.

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

She blinks and stills, her eyes soften even more getting slightly moist once again. She sniffles softly, "A-aye."


"And you're my Squeaky." She murmurs softly lovingly. She sighs slightly her eyes close slightly. And she lays on her side. She did not want to have to run. She wasn't sure exactly what else to try.

[thevictoriandetective]

“I’m your what?”

Lying on the side was wolf behavior, he was familiar with that at least, though it was disconcerting to see such a vulnerable behavior done to him. She knew him somehow. His intense blue eyes shifted to completely black.

“You’re a bloody wolf, that’s impossible. I don’t know who you are.”

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

"Squeaky Squeaker. " She enunciates softly and slowly. Her tail comes out and thumps once.

Before falling with a thud and staying still her lips in a deep frown. "I'm your..healer..and hound sometimes. " She adds the second after a moment. Rubbing the back of her head. Her eyebrows go up and she slowly starts to move her duffle strap off and tries to open it slowly. "part of the StoryBrooke K-9 Unit." She informs him gently. "Has vest." She points her nose and head toward the dark blue duffle currently at hand.