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such a bitter waste of land. the place smelt of complete shit, showered in piss. why had the man ended up here? in this wretched maze of crap? colorful fruits littered the numerous amount of brushes and vines, reaching out above him and providing him with shade from the warm rays of sunlight. with the buzzing sound of pests fluttering around him and landing casually upon the vegetation. it was disgusting. the smell, the view. he could almost taste the disturbing fruit. especially now since it was spring- growing session for the plump vegetables that were gradually becoming his new atmosphere. zozton fleetingly yanked his head down as a spiked vine swatted him in the back of the head. he slowed his pace down the little path, and released a loud moan of annoyance. "damn it." he muttered softly to himself before continuing on down the orchard.
it hadn't been too long since the stubborn man arrived in alacritia. have being sent away from his original home, which was beautiful and full of life, he hated this place. even when he's only discovered one area- which was here, the orchard. he hated places that were crowded and confined. especially ones which pests/bugs and numerous amounts of vines. spiked vines that always flickered at his paws and flew out at his head. hell, some day one might just take his eyes out. but either way...a little part of him told him there was some place out there that he would love and call home. it'd be just ridiculous if where he was standing was 'alacritia.'
suddenly, the man's whole massive frame fell forward, his right paw being the only thing not coming back with his head. his chin slammed hard against the earth- and it didn't take him too long to figure out that he had tripped over a root. zozton growled violently with a firm roll of his shoulders. he was getting pretty flustered up...all because of this rotting horror. the man slowly lifted up onto his large paws, craning his neck to the side and dropping his aligned appendage to a position in between his hind legs. then, he stared forward darkly and continued on down the path, face expression blunt and quite pissed.

Laughing so damn hard, and no one knew why

She really liked the orchard, it was nice there, and it smelled pretty. The patchwork girl was running on what she was assuming to be her third visit, but who knew, she'd probably been here a million times and lost count. She'd begun to find it easier to move amid the roots, her gangly limbs quickly becoming long enough to aid her in traversing the land. It was not too long since she'd been within the labyrinth of thick, gnarled trunks when she heard powerful pawsteps. She could barely feel them, too. Faint tremors in the ground, telling her she was fairly close to whoever was thundering through the orchard. She peered around a tree trunk, just in time to see the male get whapped in the face with a thorn covered vine. She stifled her giggle, and instead trailed along, following him like a tiny shadow. She watched the brute curiously, wondering why he seemed so upset. It was really nice here, and she was enjoying all the nice smells of the flowers and the time consuming act of moving around without falling flat on her face. Not that she didn't trip frequently, and the occasional faceplant was not unheard of for her.
While she was trailing along with the muscle bound male, separated by a few trees between them, for her own safety, the girl had the pleasure of watching the man fall victim to the horrendous faceplant that had taken her hostage the first time she'd come here, too. This time, there would be no stifling her mirth. She nearly fell right over laughing, toxic eyes shut as she let loose peals of grand amusement. She didn't even get to see the man try to pick himself up and recover his dignity, she was far too busy with her hysterics. Tri coloured banner whipped back and forth with her glee at seeing such an intimidating man topple face first into the dirt. Now, she did in fact fall over sideways, wriggling with her laughter now.

OOC: You're welcome to have Zozton come barreling at her now, a good chase would be fun. Or he can give her a good yelling, making her cry wouldn't be horrible. Well, okay, he might feel horrible after but yeah. I vote for chasing




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The young girl was lucky the confined place was full of many different smells. The bitter aroma of the fruit and vegetables blocked her own- and the beast was completely oblivious to her giggling and eavesdropping. Of course, until he heard her laughter not too far behind him. Right after he stood from toppling over a root. The behemoth's massive ears swiveled around until the laughing became crystal clear. But he didn't turn his body yet. The laughing sounded feminine and young...but why did it matter how young this pup was?
That's when the man twisted around and widened his stance, distributing weight to each of his paws. Violent growls erupted from the deepest part of his throat and seemed to make the earth vibrate. His magenta eyes casted to a young girl, with an ebony hue taking up most of her petite frame. But other colors splattered atop it as well. Like reds and whites. She was rolled over laughing. Laughing at him. How dare that little twat.
Zozton stamped over to pup, until he was towered over her. His ears flattened back against his firm skull- and still, he snarled and snapped at the air violently. "You little twat, you think that was funny?!" The behemoth lowered his head and snorted. "I'll show you funny." With that, the man snapped at her face. He didn't hurt her, he didn't even touch her. Rather aimed to scare her and make her run off. And maybe, just maybe he'd follow her. Just to scare her out completely.

Laughing so damn hard, and no one knew why

It took little to no time for the massive brute to quell her laughter, just a deep, very angry growl. He thundered closer, and his massive head was nearly touching her belly within moments. She could feel his heavy breath on her chest, displacing her dark fur. He demanded to know if she was actually laughing at him, and the smaller hellion looked up at him with big, round acid green eyes. She nodded without even thinking about it, which was, honestly, probably not one of her best moves. He snarled almost immediately after, and his jaw snapped shut close enough to her face that she felt the skin of her nose grazed by his massive teeth. Instinct came to call, a reflex called up that was probably going to be the death of her. Her small, but still pretty strong jaws flew open and chomped down on the man's dark nose, right in front of her face now.
She could see her headstone now.
RIP

Acadia Frost
She bit an angry rogue's nose.
Then another instinct, this time a saving grace. Okay, not an instinct, common sense. Dark hind paws would dig into the dirt beneath her, forepaws flailing wildly (and also probably smacking the male in the face a little) as she started moving. Her small, lithe frame was on the move before she could get her hind end ripped off. Small paws dug into the ground, hurling dirt clods out behind her as she hauled ass like the best of them. Being the smaller one, she had a wee advantage. As well, she knew the orchard fairly well. Like the dead end along the naturally crafted path she was taking, and the gap between the overgrown trees that she could probably squeeze through better than the other wolf, the one that was probably about two seconds from eating her. She flew along the path, tail tucked firmly between her legs, because she was scared as hell and not afraid to admit that. However, as adrenaline started pumping through her veins, a large, shit eating grin began to creep onto her features. A short peal of laughter trickled from her maw, which definitely wasn't about to help her case.
There it was, just up ahead. She could see the gap, just barely big enough to fit her petite shoulders through. Pushing herself to the limits of her speed, which was probably just fast enough to keep her out of biting range, she aimed herself for that space between the trunks. She had to time it perfectly, or there was a very good chance she was going to be lunch. Throwing caution to the wind, the girl hurtled forward, squeezing through the gap almost perfectly. A good bit of fur was scraped from her hide by the trunks, but she didn't slow down. Landing on the other side, she looked over her shoulder. No way he was coming through there. She whirled around, ready to face him snarling and snapping on the other side of that gap. The huge grin on her face wasn't going away any time soon.




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Within seconds after snapping at the girl- his nose exploded with burning pain. The little girl bit him on the nose. Not just bit him, but swapped him in the face with her flailing paws while trying to escape. Zozton was even too caught up in his burning nose to even notice her running off. But finally, he looked up, and there was her little tail tip disappearing behind a bush. He was indeed angry. Very angry. Furious. That little twat had it coming. ---
Seconds after she escaped, he threw himself after her, chasing her down the maze of shit-smelling vegetation and watching her as she plummeted toward a little gap between two trunks. Damn it.
The man snapped at the air violently and caused spit and saliva to fly off his jaws as he ran. When finally, he reached the little gap. The beast stopped at the hole and ducked his muzzle in, growling and letting out little 'barks' of aggression. He was getting a bit carried away over the incident...but it was too late now. The kid shouldn't of bit him and thwacked him in the face with her tiny paw.
Zozton flailed his paws out and began to dig frantically, while reaching his muzzle in closer and closer while snapping and growling furiously. "You little shit, your dead once I reach you! Dead! I'll pull you out and soak you in your own blood!"

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Laughing so damn hard, and no one knew why

It took hardly any time at all for her pursuer to reach the gap, and stuff his snout through the hole, spittle flying from snarling jowls as he barked and snapped at her. The patchwork girl made sure to stay just out of reach, still grinning a thoroughly amused, shit eating grin. It was in her genes to taunt and cause mayhem, and here she was taking up the mantle her father had worn. Massive paws flew through the space between the trunks, but the dark pelted lass just danced out of the way, triple hued banner wagging all the while. He howled curses and promised her demise, which only made the girl's mirth grow. She chuckled, sticking her tongue out at him. "If you can catch me, that is." She corrected him, her tone all snark and confidence. Unless he could break the tree trunks, she would be long gone before he'd get anywhere near her. Her amusement was ever growing, watching the male struggle to get his paws on her.
Turning slowly, she took her sweet time to lower her elbows onto the terra and tuck her chin onto her chest, peering at the male from under her belly. She raised her rump into the air, tail waving like a flag as she taunted him even more. She giggled now, holding that pose for a little while longer. She was enjoying his fury so much, and it would be all for naught when she left him behind. In a flash, the girl was facing him again, a cheeky grin prominent on her delicate features. Oh, she was a little hellion, but she loved doing this.
The decision came quickly to her mind, self preservation a nagging nursemaid in the back of her head. Tail flicked upward, wagging in the air happily for a brief moment. "Nice chat, mister. Maybe I'll see you around." She chuckled, toxic pools glittering with dark joy. She was having fun, but that didn't mean she was going to wait around all day for the brute to find a way around to her. She wasn't a moron. Turning on her heel, she trotted off into the orchard, heading home to see if her siblings had had the pleasure of such a game with someone else. A nap also sounded good, that was a little too much running around and hiding for her tastes. Humming a jaunty tune to herself, the girl disappeared into the brush without further ado.
-Exit Acadia-
OOC: Ace is such a brat, hope that could mean a few more threads like this in the future?




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