chancer
06-23-2013, 09:58 PM
The ground did not smell good. Caesar did not purposely try to smell it, but he couldn?t help it when he sucked in another breath to prepare for more screaming. As he heaved another breath in, he also inhaled the tiny particles of dirt that had been scraped from the loose tunnel walls. His lungs itched furiously, and he began to hack and cough, still writhing his scraggly lower half outside the tunnel. The hacking and coughing and dirt in his lungs made him feel as though he were going to suffocate, which only served to further frighten and distress him, and make him squirm more. None of this was being very productive, but he did it anyways.
Suddenly, ears would twist back as the beast took note of a new presence, and he forced himself (with some effort) to cease his choking and flailing. Someone was near his butt. ?Please don?t eat Caesar?s butt!? he cried, ?it doesn?t taste good and he needs it!? An exposed and vulnerable butt was always tempting. His tail curled against him nervously, pressing a few curling hairs to the ground in the process. He somewhat anticipated the agony of fangs in his bony rump, but none came. It seemed that the stranger had come to his request for help, not to start any mischief.
There was scrabbling above as the other did whatever he or she was doing. The rummaging sounds (likely digging), sounded a bit louder from underneath, and Caesar could not help but twitch a tad, anxious. But he felt the itch of other fur against his own, and jaws parted in the tunnel, a giggle spilling free. ?That tickles!? shrill tones cried, and a back foot pawed at the dirt. But he felt the ground begin to give way around him ? giving him the frightening impression that he might suffocate ? and he shimmied his hind legs closer to himself again and yanked back violently.
The gremlin?s front swept up from the ground swiftly, sending up a wondrous spray of dirt. The amount of effort needed in the action had been miscalculated and excessive though, and he went up and then over, eyes squinted shut. The ease with which he pulled from the ground surprised him, and by the time he was titling backwards he could not rebalance himself. Rather magnificently, the little wolf came crashing down onto his back, limbs flailing in the air. He did not remain there for but a second though, and brimming with erratic energy, he writhed violently and sprung back up onto all fours facing away from the hole.
?Ack!? a loud and obnoxious noise jarred the air as he flicked his tongue out in attempt to scrape the dirt off of it against his teeth. Dirt didn?t taste good at all! Then abruptly he would swing his head around to point his muzzle towards his savior and stare, his crazed blue eyes wide. She was pale, with an odd, red head. He didn?t like it very much ? it exaggerated her face too much, made it stick out more than all the rest. She needed a good blood bath to make the rest red, to make her complete. ?Caesar?s dinner is gone!? he wailed with an extravagant grimace torn across his open maw, his despairing reaction somewhat delayed. In the next second the horror was gone to leave a near indifference and a smudge of curiosity. ?Is Miss Redface going to feed him?? he piped with contrasting delicateness, his head cocking slightly and his pale eyes unblinking.