The dog bounded out of the cage, barking happily as the attendant opened the door. He sighed dramatically, walking forward. "How did you get out of your cage... Bad dog." He tried to pick up the dog, but it snapped at him, snarling suddenly.

The attendant kept creeping forward at the dog, whistling at it. The dog, however, began to grow bigger, but the attendant didn't seem to notice.

It was growing! I nudged at Satyrn to look.

(OOC: wanna post as Satyrn from now on? your online more than Kyo and I wanna get Vlad to camp.)

ooc: I'll take over as Satyrn when Kyo's not on.... I mean, she did volunteer for it after all. I feel like I'm intruding on her territory.

bic:

Satyrn looked as the dog began to grow. He whispered, horrified, "It's a hellhound. Oh, Zeus...."

"A hell hound? but it's so cute," I said confused.

(OOC: that didn't come out entirely right, did it? That's what I meant. BIC from now on.)

"But it's going to eat us raw!" Satyrn shook Vlad's arm. "And it might eat the attendant too. Do you know that the other attendants might come looking for him? What will they find. A dead body, a loose dog, and us. Who will they blame? Probably us."

Finally, the puppy was no longer a puppy-- it was the size of a large SUV, snapping at the attendant, who was oblivious to its size.

Satyrn shook Vlad angrily. "That thing's going to eat the attendant!"

The attendant yelped as he hit the ground of the cargo hold, his eyes wide. "What are you doing here? Nobody's supposed to be back here!"

"Yow!" The attendant rubbed his head sorely. "What was that for?! I didn't see you board the flight."

Satyrn hurriedly tried pulling on his fake feet as the hellhound snarled at Vlad and the attendant, approaching.

"There's nobody named Jones in the entire flight," the attendant protested.

Satyrn stepped out of his hiding place and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the attendant got up, blinking, and left the cargo hold.

The hellhound barked furiously at Vlad.

Satyrn tapped his chin, staring at it. "Well, we can't kill it... Because somebody's going to know it's missing."

"Yeah...." Satyrn blinked, realizing a bit of the symbolism. "Maybe the dog's here for you?"

The hellhound frowned, cocking its head to the side.

"To protect you?" Satyrn guessed.

The hellhound leaned forward and sniffed Vlad's hand.

"I-I dunno if Chiron will let it into camp," Satyrn muttered nervously.

"He's the centaur who runs the camp I'm taking you to." Satyrn bit his lip, watching the hellhound keep sniffing Vlad's hand.