by Ivara » Mon May 28, 2012 7:37 am
HENRYIn Handcuffs We Trust
Art by JendalieName: Henry, his real name is Harry, but call him that and he'll quite happily spear you though with his lance c:Size: Henry is about as big as it gets, being slightly smaller than the average cow. His accessories: Henry has a steel chest plate around his well, chest. He wears it all the time, even though it chaffs him sometimes when he's running. It's very special to him, as it's from his deceased owner; an old man who absolutely loved Shakespeare and jousting. He's passed these traits onto Henry, but let's not get into that right about now. When Henry's old man was a young man, he did jousting on a horse. Suffice to say, he wasn't very good at it. But that didn't stop him from loving it. The chest plate wasn't the old man's, but the old man did have it made for Henry once he finally stopped growing. He's only taken it off a few times, and only then to clean it when it starts getting rusty or the metal loses it's shine.
Also from the old man is Henry's red and white stripped lance, which the old man used to use when he was still able to joust. Henry keeps it with him at all times and usually sleeps with one paw around it. He's gotten in to quite a lot of trouble with it, considering it's pretty unwieldy with paws and that it's nearly as long as he is. In fact, it lead to him to getting a pair of handcuffs around his tail that he hasn't figured how to get off yet. 
Art by JendalieWhat makes him Unique: Henry tends to talk in Shakespearean English when he's agitated, afraid, or stressed. Reading so many Shakespeare plays with his old man made the language really stick in Henry's head. He can be very hard to understand at these times, especially when it's something difficult to explain in normal English. He doesn't quite notice when he does so, and he has a hard time not talking Shakespearean English during these times, no matter how you try and get him to stop. The only way to stop him really is to calm him down.
Henry also has a fondness for horses, he just can't resist them! It might have come from hearing so many stories about horses and jousting, but Henry might have loved them anyway had he never lived with the old man. He's tried once or twice to ride a horse, but the horse always just bucks him off the second he's finally on them. Maybe Henry's just to heavy for their liking, and without having hands, he can't really stop them from making him get off.
The final thing about Henry that makes him unique is that he's a traveler, he's been nearly all over the world. After the old man passed; Henry's paws just start to get itching to move on whenever he's stayed in one place over a few weeks. He's been to most of the continents, usually by boat, since he has a fear of airplanes, and he doubts he would ever be allowed on one anyway. The one continent Henry has yet to visit is Antarctica, and he plans on going as soon as he can find someone who will take him there and can understand what he wants. He hasn't found them yet. Story: I knew it was a bad idea to go into the big city. But then again, my curiosity has always gotten the better of me. The suburbs I traveled though were very beautiful, blue sky with fluffy clouds overhead, children playing in yards running out to pet me, and overall the beauty of green and a feeling of home. But as I got closer to the city the world just started getting...greyer. The grass disappeared and more cars shot past, too caught up in their own businesses to care about anything else. Buildings started towering over my head, into a grey sky. I was very temped to turn around and head back to the suburbs, but then I would be forever wondering what laid in wait in the big city. I pressed onward.
The sidewalks quickly became more crowded, and suddenly there was more color, neon. Lots and lots and lots and lots of neon. It was everywhere! The noise of it all was insane. I didn't get how people could hear themselves as they talked to one another, their senses were much duller than mine were! Many people gave me a wide birth because of my lance, which I held with the handle clenched between my teeth. There wasn't much room on the sidewalks for them to do so, but they managed it anyway. I slowly moved closer to the edge of the sidewalk as I walked so that I would less block the flow of people.
That was when I hit the car. It was closer to the sidewalk than the others, and it happened to be the one I was against as I finally reached the edge of the sidewalk. My lance went right though the passenger side window and the alarm instantly went off. I jumped back, pulling my lance out of the remains of the window and throwing a few pedestrians to the ground. The noise that the bright red car was making was loud enough to wake the dead. As I stood up, I saw several cars with flashing lights swerve out of the main flow of traffic, heading right towards me. I wasn't ignorant of what they were, I ran.
Which is to say, I shoved my way though the hundreds of people crowding the sidewalks.
It was my size that saved me really, being slightly smaller than the average cow let me plow though the people. But it also meant that the cops who had jumped out of their cars and were chasing me had a cleared path to follow. One jumped at me, handcuffs outstretched, nearly clamping it on one of my back legs, but just then my tail swished in the way to avoid hitting a hot dog cart. I hadn't realized how close behind me they were until I felt it click around my tail. My eyes widened and I took the hot dog cart route, quickly spinning around, knocking the police man behind me to the ground, and jumped on top of the hot dog cart. Then on top of one of the passing cars, yelling, "A thousand words of sorry! Thou shan't hath pursued me!" back at the stunned policemen on the ground. Of course, they didn't understand me. If I had been any smaller I would have slid right off the slick roof, but with my size I managed to hook my paws onto the slight underhand above the windows. The people in the car didn't even seem to notice I was there.
I managed to get out of the city without a visit to the local police station, but I never have figured out how to get the handcuffs off.
I haven't been back to the city since. 
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Hello!
book rec;; Good Omens by Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman
