Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2013 1:07:26 GMT -6
Rufus stood in the middle of town trying as hard as he could to not feel awkward. Everypony was staring at him. They had been since he got off the train. Obviously they weren't too used to a Diamond Dog in their town, or perhaps they knew all too well. Rufus found it sad that his kind usually didn't get along with the ponies. He knew deep down they were nice, but years, decades, even centuries of animosity between the two races made most ponies either afraid of Rufus or simply despise him.
Rufus smelled the air to get a better sense of his surroundings. Thanks to a strong sense of smell, sometimes his nose told him a better idea of what was happening than his eyes did. He smelled...sweat. Hard labor. These ponies were hard workers, ponies who lived off the land and were proud of it. It reminded Rufus of the workers of his pack, those who mined or dug out tunnels for living space. He also smelled the distant fragrance of apples, of course coming from the apple orchards just outside of town. The smell made Rufus salivate a little bit, making it apparent to him that he was hungry. Not to mention he was also thirsty and tired as well.
Originally Rufus came out here to Appleloosa to look for gems as well as possibly sell some gems if the townsfolk were interested. His search would likely be a few days long, and he had no intention of sleeping out in the desert when the nights are just as cold as the days were hot. So, Rufus needed a place to stay for the next few days while he went gem hunting.
The heat of the desert was beginning to get to Rufus, as he began to pant as he looked around for a hotel or inn. Spotting a place called "Sweet Hearth Stables" (which if it wasn't an inn, as Rufus assumed, then he really did still have a lot to learn about pony culture), he made his way to the door and went inside. Walking inside, Rufus walked up to the pony at the receptionist counter, and asked, "Excuse me pony, but do you have a room available?" Truly Rufus was an odd sight to be seen around these parts, being a large menacing looking Diamond Dog with a vest lined with gems, a diamond studded collar, and a large heavy backpack on his back.
Realizing he had slipped up again, Rufus added in, "Err, Rufus is sorry about calling you "pony". It is a forces of habit."
Rufus smelled the air to get a better sense of his surroundings. Thanks to a strong sense of smell, sometimes his nose told him a better idea of what was happening than his eyes did. He smelled...sweat. Hard labor. These ponies were hard workers, ponies who lived off the land and were proud of it. It reminded Rufus of the workers of his pack, those who mined or dug out tunnels for living space. He also smelled the distant fragrance of apples, of course coming from the apple orchards just outside of town. The smell made Rufus salivate a little bit, making it apparent to him that he was hungry. Not to mention he was also thirsty and tired as well.
Originally Rufus came out here to Appleloosa to look for gems as well as possibly sell some gems if the townsfolk were interested. His search would likely be a few days long, and he had no intention of sleeping out in the desert when the nights are just as cold as the days were hot. So, Rufus needed a place to stay for the next few days while he went gem hunting.
The heat of the desert was beginning to get to Rufus, as he began to pant as he looked around for a hotel or inn. Spotting a place called "Sweet Hearth Stables" (which if it wasn't an inn, as Rufus assumed, then he really did still have a lot to learn about pony culture), he made his way to the door and went inside. Walking inside, Rufus walked up to the pony at the receptionist counter, and asked, "Excuse me pony, but do you have a room available?" Truly Rufus was an odd sight to be seen around these parts, being a large menacing looking Diamond Dog with a vest lined with gems, a diamond studded collar, and a large heavy backpack on his back.
Realizing he had slipped up again, Rufus added in, "Err, Rufus is sorry about calling you "pony". It is a forces of habit."