Thread: A Dog's Curse (Goddess and EvaRose)

RE A Dog's Curse Goddess and EvaEose Hiding her freckled face from the sun with a straw hat, Jane made her way back home after all of her chores were done. She'd milked cows and checked the fields for weeds, already used to getting such things done early to have the rest of the day with her nose in the books. Farm life was all she knew, and with her being the only child, it was expected that she would end up marrying someone who could keep the farm together, but she dreamed of visiting big cities and having all sorts of magical adventures. She knew that would never be the case, of course, but her rides into town, into the local library or book shops, always gave her the hope that there would be more magic to her life than dirty farm work. Would you get your ass here, Jane? You don't want the food your mother made to get cold, now do ya? James Johnson, Jane's father called from the house porch as the young woman walked into view. The man was tall and well built, used to hard work and the bright sun, his skin darker than his daughters through sun exposure, but they both held the same freckled look. His eyes, gray and narrow, were hers in color, though hers were wider and adorned by much longer lashes, hidden by thick-framed glasses. She also had his same hair color, though you could barely tell because of his receding hairline both father and daughter shared brown hair so dark, it almost looked back. There was no doubt, physically at least, she was her father's daughter, hence her name. He'd always wanted a boy instead to name after himself, but all in all he was a protective father. Look here, kid, Absalom came here before you did! You should follow his example! He's a dog, dad, Jane sighed, dragging her feet into the house, giving the dog a slight glimpse as she passed by him. She couldn't help but smile at the sight, though his fur so white, his height so tall. He really was a majestic breed, but she never did dare get too close. And he's probably just hungry! Chuckling and knowing she was right, James gave his daughter a playful push. That dog is smarter than most men I know! Aren't ya, boy? You hungry? Got some beef bones to curb your appetite! Come here! Don't bring him into the house came a voice from the kitchen, Danna Johnson, who was already putting the pots she had just cooked with to soak on the sink and was getting ready to make some nice stew for a few days. Her hair was al lighter, almost golden shade of brown, her eyes brown, and her skin far more fair for spending far less time outside. She was strongly built, broad shoulders, strong back, wide hips, but she had an abundant chest and a bit of a belly, and her legs were stocky. Danna had once taken better care of herself she was leaner, more delicate, and took better care of herself, but all that care went into making sure Jane could look good and get a husband as soon as the girl turned 15, not like James minded. Because of that, Jane remained leaner, even if her arms were showing definition because of the hard work and her breasts seemed to be developing as abundantly as her mother's. I know, I know, woman! You're so picky! James said, tossing the bone to the ground as he grinned, putting a hand to Absalom's head. You're a good dog, aren't ya? You wouldn't make a mess! I'll convince her at some point, you'll see!