in the house of flies
09-22-2015, 04:24 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-07-2015, 08:38 PM by Cesar.
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Midday. It was warm out. The sun shone happily, clouds dancing in the blue sky. Birds chirped and bugs sang their buzzing, humming tunes. Someone gargled phlegm under a bush. Or at least, that’s what it sounded like. ”Bleah-ACK!” the guttural, ugly sound shredded through the charm of the afternoon. In a little alcove formed by a tangle of briars and woody vines, a tiny black mess of a creature was currently crouched and heaving. His tongue stuck out and his pale eyes bugged, and he hissed and hacked and coughed and gurgled. After a moment, victory came when a little bone was expelled from his throat and onto the ground, covered in saliva. ”Ah!” a shrill noise of dismay followed the bone in a similarly forced fashion. The little wolf wheezed and coughed some more, his eyes watering.
When he finally had his breath back, he took a moment to wait out the burning pain the effort had tortured his diaphragm with. He panted, glancing around. Wow, he had almost died and no one had been around to see! He didn’t know how he felt about that. He glanced back down to the small animal bone, and then to the pile of rot he had gotten it from. He had just gotten so excited… The fiend licked his lips, blinking away the tears his choking had involuntarily produced and straightening himself. He focused back on the rot. What a perfect, mushy black pile it was. He had navigated through a labyrinth of grabbing vines and tearing thorns to get to this! His prize. All the cuts that oozed and stung on his sides well worth it. A grin slapped haphazardly across his face, revealing an impressive display of teeth. Waiting no longer, he dropped his front to the ground and rubbed his chest and throat blissfully in his discovery.
Midday. It was warm out. The sun shone happily, clouds dancing in the blue sky. Birds chirped and bugs sang their buzzing, humming tunes. Someone gargled phlegm under a bush. Or at least, that’s what it sounded like. ”Bleah-ACK!” the guttural, ugly sound shredded through the charm of the afternoon. In a little alcove formed by a tangle of briars and woody vines, a tiny black mess of a creature was currently crouched and heaving. His tongue stuck out and his pale eyes bugged, and he hissed and hacked and coughed and gurgled. After a moment, victory came when a little bone was expelled from his throat and onto the ground, covered in saliva. ”Ah!” a shrill noise of dismay followed the bone in a similarly forced fashion. The little wolf wheezed and coughed some more, his eyes watering.
When he finally had his breath back, he took a moment to wait out the burning pain the effort had tortured his diaphragm with. He panted, glancing around. Wow, he had almost died and no one had been around to see! He didn’t know how he felt about that. He glanced back down to the small animal bone, and then to the pile of rot he had gotten it from. He had just gotten so excited… The fiend licked his lips, blinking away the tears his choking had involuntarily produced and straightening himself. He focused back on the rot. What a perfect, mushy black pile it was. He had navigated through a labyrinth of grabbing vines and tearing thorns to get to this! His prize. All the cuts that oozed and stung on his sides well worth it. A grin slapped haphazardly across his face, revealing an impressive display of teeth. Waiting no longer, he dropped his front to the ground and rubbed his chest and throat blissfully in his discovery.
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.
09-22-2015, 05:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-25-2015, 04:39 PM by Hárekr.)
Navigation - Gambit Briar
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"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
09-23-2015, 05:19 PM
The previously solid-seeming form of the rot gave way immediately to a liquid-like consistence as the beastling pressed into it. It worked its way easily into his tangled fur, cool and slick and foul smelling (of course, that was what he liked). His little lips peeled back, flashing teeth in a delighted grin. His thoughts were absent as he bathed in the filth, his focus drifting until a sharp sound pierced his attention. The imp stopped suddenly, pausing where he was with his butt in the air and his chest on the ground. Wide blue eyes glanced back and forth, searching for a culprit.
He found it quickly – a strange looking wolf, a clash of black and white. It had different colored eyes too. There in the face, the beast saw not one but two. There was a yellow-eyed black wolf, and a blue-eyed white wolf. The body was white with tumultuous black patches that very much looked like they wished to escape. He was extremely intrigued.
His muzzle tipped up a little so that he might stare, unblinking and unbreathing, at the stranger for another moment. Then he inhaled sharply and stood. The fur on his chest hung down in slick clumps and a newly revived stench emanated from him. A few inky drops of rot dangled and stretched until there were naught but mere threads holding them onto his fur, and then they broke and fell with soft plops to the ground. He licked his lips idly. ”Not a bird – Cesar,” he provided plainly, oblivious to the grand social transgression he was committing by steeping himself in something so repulsive.
He cocked his head then and glanced back to the heap of death. ”Mmmm, eh-uh,” he shrugged, making a noise of unknowing. ”It’s dead. Been dead. Pretty good,” he sniffed, wiggling his nose to one side and then glancing back to the stranger. A sudden suspicion entered his pale eyes. Did this wolf want to take it all for itself? Oh, he did not want that. Maybe… maybe they could negotiate. ”Does he want some? Cesar will let him have, hmmm…. this much,” he stepped back so the stranger could see him draw a claw through the mush, cutting off about a third. ”No bones,” he added, with some firmness. Although they had almost killed him, he wanted them.
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.
09-27-2015, 03:54 PM
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"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
09-30-2015, 07:49 PM
He was pleased when the other wolf declined, said that he’d been eating birds. The imp nodded, and then dropped himself once more into his pile of mush. He looked up towards the other wolf while he asked a question. ”Punching bag?!” he squeaked indignantly, eyes widening. He hopped up again quickly, having smeared more rot onto his stomach. ”Nuh-uh! Cesar once beat up a wolf thiiiiis big,” he stretched and reached up far above his head. It was a true fact, but easily unbelievable to a stranger (and strangers were all that Cesar knew, anyways). He licked his lips and tilted his muzzle to the side, looking at the other from the corner of his eye with a sudden sheepishness, almost. ”It’s just, everybody’s very mean,” he added – explanation for the abundancy of his scars.
With a small grunt, he’d step forward, pressing through the briars to head towards the stranger with curiosity in his squinting, pale eyes. He squeaked, pausing for a brief moment after clumsily scraping his right foreleg on a thorn. He smacked his lips again as if it would help, and turned back to look towards the other wolf, forgetting the superficial but stinging scratch already. ”When did the white wolf eat the black wolf?” he asked, his eyes focusing intensely upon the other’s face, unblinking. There were two. ”Does the black wolf get to talk, or just the white wolf? What are their names?” he asked quickly, his voice sounding distant.
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.
10-03-2015, 09:10 AM
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"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
11-07-2015, 09:27 PM
”Yuh-huh,” he nodded firmly, assuring the other of both his comment and observation. He cocked his head, feeling a pang of jealousy as the stranger told of his rather opposite experience. Oh, he wished people were nice to him! And getting offered food! Oh that was one of his favorite things (that also never happened). ”Yeeees,” he drew the word out with contemplation in his thin, high voice, ”but they don’t like Cesar very much. Noooo.” And what a shame it was.
The bigger wolf began to ask about his poor choice in where he was spending his time, but stopped abruptly as the imp’s own questions interrupted. He seemed confused. The little black wolf tilted his head to the side again, sticking his tongue into the side of his cheek. ”Mmm, there are two. He is two – a black wolf with a yellow eye, and a white wolf with a blue eye.” It seemed very obvious to the beastling. ”Never seen that before,” he mumbled aloud to himself. He moved forward more, carrying his palpable stench with him as he stuck out his nose with the intent of giving a thorough snuffling to the other man’s pelt. There must have been something different, something special about him!
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.
12-01-2015, 08:02 PM
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"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
12-07-2015, 09:00 PM
The other wolf suggested finding something to eat, and the imp’s pale eyes lit up. He always felt like he could eat a whole stag (which was probably a terrible idea, since, whenever he did get the opportunity to positively gorge himself on something, he usually ended up throwing it up a few minutes later; being starving for a while and then eating excessively rarely worked out). ”Oh, yesyesyes!” he chattered. This was assuming that the other would be doing most of the hunting; Cesar was terrible at it.
He pranced to the side a little with excitement, cocking his head and flicking tattered ears. The stranger agreed with his observation – a pleasing thing to hear, after growing so accustomed to hearing ridicule for most of his actions. The ebony beast grinned, licked his lips, and then clacked his teeth together a few times. Hárekr. Yes, yes, this was very pleasing! He nodded enthusiastically. ”Yes, exploring!” he said with an eager grind to his voice. His tail swayed back and forth, and he’d prance a few steps closer, waiting to let the taller wolf take the lead. ”Háre will be… a friend to Cesar, yes?” he questioned expectantly. Since this was going so swimmingly, he might as well try and ask.
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.
12-12-2015, 03:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-12-2015, 03:05 PM by Hárekr.)
ooc: If you'd like to continue this you're welcome to start the thread in Wolfpaw Lake and pick a winner. If you want me to start it let me know and if Cesar is like hell naw I'm staying here that's cool to. xD
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"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
12-12-2015, 06:09 PM
Hárekr gave a few astute observations of the brambles, and Cesar shrugged, biting his lip and then swiping his tongue along his mouth. It wasn’t where he lived – he lived nowhere – but he didn’t feel like mentioning. He nodded in agreement when Háre suggested finding a new place. A place where he wouldn’t get hurt so much! When the lake was mentioned though… he got a little nervous. Water was not something he liked. He frowned a bit, biting the inside of his cheek. ”Uhhh, Cesar will not go in the lake…” he said. ”But he’ll go,” he clarified, just in case his company thought he didn’t want to go at all. He was just a little afraid.
When the white wolf agreed to be his friend, he grinned broadly, his tail wagging furiously. ”Good, good!” he cheered, his voice shrill. Then, Háre proposed they race. ”Cesar is fastfast!” he said excitedly. He did like to run. And with that, he shot off through the briar with surprising agility, disregarding the other wolf’s stumble. He kind of knew where the lake was… but if he couldn’t find it, he’d eventually notice so that he could slow and follow Háre.
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*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.