The sun hung low over the airfield, its golden light casting long shadows across the concrete. Pattarchus padded silently, his three heads moving in unison, alert to the subtle hum of activity around him. The hangar loomed ahead, a cavernous structure that had become a familiar backdrop to his unusual encounters. Today, though, the Hellhound's spirits were lifted by the promise of another meeting with his mechanical companions.
Just outside the hangar's big doors, Rasputin and Komarov were waiting for him.The SU-57, always confident, sat on its landing gear. His metal skin shone like it just came out of the polish shop, and the little upward curl of his nose showed a wide grin.
Komarov, on the other hand, stood slightly behind Rasputin, his sleek frame seeming to retreat into the shadows. The MiG 1.44's posture was reserved, almost hesitant, his nose angled downward as if unsure of how to present himself. The difference between the two was obvious, yet Pattarchus found an adorable quality in each of them.
"Pattarchus!"
Rasputin's voice was low and playful.
"Back so soon? Couldn't stay away, could you?"
The Hellhound chuckled, his tail swaying behind him.
"I see your modesty's as polished as your skin, Rasputin. Komarov, good to see you too."
He looked at the MiG, whose lights blinked timidly in response.
Komarov replied quietly, his voice like a soft hum.
"It's good to see you too, Pattarchus."
Rasputin leaned forward, almost touching the Hellhound's chest with his nose.
"He's just shy. Not everyone can charm like I can."
Pattarchus rolled his all of his six eyes and reached out with a steady paw, resting it gently on Rasputin's nose. The fighter jet stilled for a moment, quietly humming in approval.
"You call it charm; I call it persistence," Pattarchus teased, rubbing slow, circular motions across the smooth, metallic surface. Even though Rasputin was usually pretty confident, he leaned into the touch, his usually sharp demeanor softening.
Not wanting to leave Komarov out, Pattarchus extended another paw toward the MiG, who hesitated for a moment before cautiously leaning forward. The Hellhound's touch was warm and reassuring, and Komarov's shy hums grew steadier as he allowed himself to relax.
"There we go," Pattarchus said, his voice low and soothing as he petted both machines.
"It's good to see you both.", said Pattarchus. Each of his three heads showing a toothy and mischievous grin.
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Drawn by ivxair3p Rasputin (Dire Machine - SU 57) (c) by Rasputin_Su57 Komarov (Dire Machine - MIG 1.44) (c) by Rasputin_Su57 Pattarchus (Three-headed Hellhound) (c) by :iconPattarchus:
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