ardent

...Or just sit back and ignore like nothing never happened...



Cesar

Loner

age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
313
size
Small
build
posts
50
player
Nagendra
09-22-2015, 08:46 PM (This post was last modified: 09-22-2015, 08:56 PM by Cesar.)
Find #5




Skitter scuttle, hop. With an impressive amount of tunnel-vision, the gremlin chased after a beetle. He was going to eat it, eventually. He knew he could catch it, but there was no fun in just eating it like that. He had to smack it first, and watch it rush about in a panicked daze. A giggle emitted from his mouth as he flicked it again and watched its shiny black form trundle about the dusty earth, totally disoriented again. He wondered where it wanted to go, anyways. To a bug party? With food and bug friends? What a fun little event that would be. He’d have to try it sometime.

The fiend was giggling to himself again when he heard something – a distressed howl. Joy and excitement sprang through every vein and every nerve like lightning; there was always something interesting going on where there was distress. He flocked towards such signals like a vulture to a withered soul in the desert. His muzzle pointed alert towards the sky for a moment as he picked out which direction it had come from, and then he snapped it back down towards where he’d left his beetle. ”Didn’t forget,” his high voice hummed in a sing-song tone. With that, he plummeted his open jaws down upon the insect – an inevitable doom – and then raced off to find his carrion.

Four figures in the distance gradually grew closer as he barreled towards them. When he approached a speaking distance, he slowed to a trot. Wide, ghostly eyes observed with excitement, ticking quickly back and forth in their sockets. He trotted closer, his jaws falling apart in a faint, hollow and confused grin. The brown and cream wolf was sinking into the ground… Kind of like that deer at the tar pits, except here there was no tar. It was exciting. Was he going to die? Everyone seemed very concerned with getting him out – trying hard to save him. A blue eyed female seemed especially upset. The imp began to feel the urgency of the situation. It electrified his blood. He crept up some yards behind the group. ”The ground demands a sacrifice!” his shrill tones screamed. Why must they try and prevent it? His nails tensed, digging into the ground as he considered barreling into the line of wolves trying to help. What if… they all went in the ground’s maw?




*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.




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