Staring Down the Barrel
09-27-2016, 12:19 AM
For a moment, the humor in the male’s words were completely lost on him. He blinked up at him with teal eyes, trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about. Trees didn’t jump out, they were trees… But looking at his smile and hearing his happy chuff, it ever so slowly sunk in. "Oh! You made an iocus, a joke!" he said at last, picking himself up with a small smile. Oleander had a habit of making every situation terribly awkward, and this time was no different. He didn’t talk to many wolves and mostly just with his brother Cedar, who was a pretty serious canine. So humor often went over his head, but he chuckled now at it. That was the purpose of the joke, trees didn’t move but he hadn’t seen it, so it was just like it had jumped right there. As the male dismounted from the fallen trunk, he was still laughing slightly to himself. But when he asked if he was okay, he looked over and nodded his head, he wasn’t hurt at all. "Yes, yes. I am quite alright, licuit," he said, picking himself up off the ground and shaking the dust from his pelt. Turning to face the stranger, he sat back down on the ground in a much more graceful way. "I am Oleander, salutem stranger, greetings," Ollie’s voice was soft, but after that little joke he felt a little closer. For the first time since… ever, he was excited to talk to another wolf. Did he have more funny things like that to tell him? He wished that Cedar was here so that he could tell him how silly this stranger was. |
Art by Katthekitkat
Oleander speaks Latin, but is fluent in English. Cedar is a black backed jackal and is always with Ollie unless otherwise stated.
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