Who's Afraid Of The Big Bad Wolf?
05-06-2016, 03:25 PM
It had almost been in his grips. He stretched up on his toes to try and grasp the branch in his jaws, wanting to snap it between his sharp puppy teeth. But he couldn't get it, and his stupid sister was quick to call him small. He whipped around and growled at her, his ears folding against his head. "¿Que piden demasiado pequeño para hacer algo?" He yelled at her, before darting up to her. Her silver eyes grew wide as she spun and raced off, and he was hot on her heels. His jaws snapped shut on air again and again, trying to latch onto her pretty orange marked tail. Pheonix would bite that in half instead of that stick! She was pretty fast though, her long legs quickly eating up the ground. He was determined to get her and prove to her that he was big and strong! She asked him why he was so mean, and he just laughed, snapping down on a few hairs of her tail. Spitting out the few strands, he growled and picked up the pace. When Ashelynn tripped, he knew that he had her. He jumped towards her, aiming his paws on top of her chest. She rolled out of his way, and he let out another growl. She stood up to face him, and he squared his shoulders. He parted his jaws to yell at her, but she spoke first. Her words sent shudders of anger through him, his hackles standing up. He didn't let her finish, letting out his scariest battle cry. He slammed his chest against hers, standing over her as she fell to the ground. A grin split his lips, and he bent down to latch on to her ear. She was gasping for air, and he knew that he had her now. That was before he felt her back legs kick into his belly, and he recoiled off of her. He nearly stumbled over his back legs, and it was his turn to try and catch his breath. He didn't have time to do that before she came over and sat on his back. Unable to support her weight, he buckled under her and landed on the ground with a thud. Ashe called out that he got her again, and his eyes closed as he tried to gather his breath. "Grasa a tope estúpida ..." he muttered. He too, was unaware of the man who was not too far off from them, panting as he wiggled under her. Why did she always need to sit on him? |