Mud Puppy
03-20-2014, 06:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-20-2014, 06:31 PM by Laufey.)
at war with good and evil There! He stepped back and admired his reflection in the water. From the tips of his ears to the pads of his paws, Laufey was covered in mud. Even his nose had mud on it. The only things to escape the coating were his eyes, of course, because not only would putting mud in them hurt but it would be silly. An odd sensation on one of his paws drew the pup's attention away from his reflection. Squinting, his eyes sought out what was tickling him and when they found what they were looking for, he squealed, flinging the creature back into the water. He backpedaled and tripped, landing unceremoniously on his rump. What. Was. THAT?! It took Laufey no more than second to recover and when he did, he jumped straight into the water and began to hunt around for the Thing. Whatever it was was small and slimey with tiny, lidless eyes and funny ear/whiskers things. It'd been tangled in a glob of mud that had dribbled down to his foot and been desperately trying to escape when he'd noticed it. Unfortunately for it, the mud puppy was being hotly pursued. He pawed at the mud, following the squiggly tail that kept just a heartbeat ahead of him. "Get back here! I won't eat you, I promise!" "Speech" |
03-20-2014, 06:43 PM
Hestia |
It was at this time that a younger pup stumbled forwards, out of one of the few bushes. It was obvious that she was mad at something, and not even the sight of this older pup would scare her. Instead, her began to bristle in anger, and she began to show her teeth a little. Her light blue eyes narrowed, and the angry pup stalked over to the larger pup's paws, glaring at him the entire time she did this. Hopefully, her angry silence would be enough to make him leave. But then, something caught her eye, and she raced over to the creature, pinning it down with one paw. Reaching over, the pup wrapped her jaws around the creature's spine, gently biting it. She watched the pup from the corner of her eye, and biting the creature's spine quickly. Then, she began to eat a little of it. Raising her head, her muzzle specked with blood, she growled a single word. Leave. |
03-20-2014, 07:27 PM
at war with good and evil There it went! Laufey raced after the salamander, pounce after pounce bringing him closer to its escaping tail. His approach may have been a bit rough, but really, he didn't want to hurt it, all he wanted to do was look at it. Something flashed out of the corner of his eye and Laufey skidded to a halt, eyes growing huge as another pup snatched up his salamander. He watched it struggle, little legs kicking and tail lashing, and then all at once its legs tensed and started to kick wildly before going still. Above the salamander's dying body, cold blue eyes watched him. All the warmth left Laufey's body and he stared at the stranger, dumbstruck but what had just happened. He couldn't begin to understand it, his whole mind struggling to make sense of it all. Every inch of him felt like it was laced with ice. And then, when he couldn't possibly feel any colder, the process reversed. He couldn't begin to understand the 'why' of her actions and he didn't care. When what had happened finally registered, Laufey began to shake. Rage tingled the length of his body and his hackles lifted. The killer commanded him to leave and if he hadn't been so thoroughly consumed by hate he would have been indignant, for he had been there first. Her command would be blatantly and aggressively ignored. Calling on an explicit-laced argument he'd hear between his mother and Raven to barb his own words, Laufey snarled, "You BITCH!" and then he flung himself at the murderer. He didn't know the first thing about fighting, but instinctively his ears flattened and his eyes narrowed. He dove at Hestia head on, jaws wide in the hopes that he could sink his teeth into her like she'd sunk hers into the salamander. He had no target in mind; whatever he managed to grab would be savagely bitten until his jaw fell off or his anger cooled, whichever came first. "Speech" |
03-20-2014, 08:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-20-2014, 08:07 PM by Tyr.)
Uphill struggle, blood sweat and tears
Tyr was in one of his currently-rare times awake - he'd been sleeping a lot, drowsy and sluggish after eating far more than he was used to, but these times he was actually awake he felt much more energetic. So he'd been spending that time slinking through the lands belonging to his new pack, avoiding the other pack wolves in favor of just being alone to explore, for now. He'd have to start interacting with the rest of the pack eventually, but for now...
It seemed that his time of interacting was to come sooner rather than later, as the faint sound of a puppy's voice raised in squeaky puppy rage drew his attention. Tyr's head came up; the sound was faint because of his hearing, not distance, as he'd unexpectedly come upon two young pups facing off in anger. One looked quite young, smelled of another pack, and was chewing on some sort of salamander (was that even a healthy thing for a puppy to eat?) while the other was bristling at her in fury and fully prepared to leap. Tyr leapt forward, keeping his leg tucked to his chest and going three-legged for the sake of speed. He slipped his patchy body between the two pups just as the older pup flung himself forward, jaws agape in an obvious threat. Tyr braced himself for the small body's impact, flinching in anticipation of possible tiny teeth. "Stop it right now!" he barked. "Both of you!"
That was the best way to show authority, right? It wasn't something he had experience with... And wasn't that other puppy entirely too young to be wandering into another pack's territory? Didn't they have someone to watch their pups? Like a mom or something?
"Speech"
It seemed that his time of interacting was to come sooner rather than later, as the faint sound of a puppy's voice raised in squeaky puppy rage drew his attention. Tyr's head came up; the sound was faint because of his hearing, not distance, as he'd unexpectedly come upon two young pups facing off in anger. One looked quite young, smelled of another pack, and was chewing on some sort of salamander (was that even a healthy thing for a puppy to eat?) while the other was bristling at her in fury and fully prepared to leap. Tyr leapt forward, keeping his leg tucked to his chest and going three-legged for the sake of speed. He slipped his patchy body between the two pups just as the older pup flung himself forward, jaws agape in an obvious threat. Tyr braced himself for the small body's impact, flinching in anticipation of possible tiny teeth. "Stop it right now!" he barked. "Both of you!"
That was the best way to show authority, right? It wasn't something he had experience with... And wasn't that other puppy entirely too young to be wandering into another pack's territory? Didn't they have someone to watch their pups? Like a mom or something?
"Speech"
Nothing to gain, everything to fear
03-20-2014, 08:25 PM
Valhalla was a good pack, really with its peaceful territory under the warmth of the sun. He often found himself strolling through it, checking the borders or bringing kill to its mothers. He was beginning to enjoy the quite of it, so different to the life he had lived since leaving home, the life of a rogue.
He was startled from his revere with a high-pitched cry you bitch! coming from the maw of a pup, he was astounded not only at the menace in its little tones, but its choice of wording also. He broke into a long stride, covering the territory quickly and bursting into site to see, to his surprise, one pup covered in mud, another with prey dangling from its jaws, the little one leaping towards the black and even as Alpine?s jaws opened to let loose a thunderous growl another wolf broke into the scene and placed himself between the two.
?What do you two think you?re doing?
His tone heavy with his strength, backed up by the ripple of muscle beneath fur and flesh as he bounded forward, gripping the scruff of the mud-covered pup that had landed on the older Tyr, finding s grip in the fleshy backing there he pulled Laufey free, the roughness in his tones and movements where, however not there in his grip on the pup, firm but no painful as he pulled him free before dropping his grip on the other in an attempt to leave him gently but firmly on his rump on the ground and leaping over Tyr with a powerful bunch of hind legs, his jaw open to grab onto the scruff of the Rogue pup, he didn?t know what the other would try to do but he would move to scruff her also and knock her gently but firmly on her rump. He shot an apologetic look to Tyr, but didn?t feel it would be right to stop and chat with this other Vallaha wolf in the midst of this.
?Now, playful fighting I can understand, but what is the meaning of this. You pups better have a damn good reason. For one, rogue?s should not be here unsupervised?
Here his sharp, silver glare fell on Hestia
?And for two, pups shouldn?t be at each other?s throat?s with death on their minds. Why did you lunge, son?
His voice softened at the very end, the fire cooling in his eyes as he looked at Laufey, but in the rages absence there was something else... disappointment.
"Speech"