Get Ready
03-18-2017, 06:33 PM
Artemis' voice called for him, pulling him from a lazy hunt of the pikas that lived among the stones. He'd already eaten two, with another trio thrown in a careless pile. He figured he'd catch enough to share among the pack, though the small lagomorphs could hardly constitute a filling meal all their own. At her call though, he abandoned the hunt and gathered the bodies to carry along with him as a gift, like a suitor bringing flowers and chocolates for his girl. A gleam in his eye and a faint smile curving one side of his muzzle, along with the cocky strut as the long-legged male bounded through the steppe showed the hopefulness of all males getting a call from a pretty female, though the fact that it came from the border deflated that hope slightly.
The hope was further deflated when he rounded a tumbled-down stone marker to see Artemis with another wolf. A spark of interest as he took in the stranger's appearance though, as nebulous and starry as Artemis' though of a red hue rather than blues. Truly, any red-blooded young male would have had the same though he did at that moment. Truly. If his mouth wasn't full of pika he probably would have licked his lips. Probably best for him that he was prevented from doing so, and only a stern talking-to to himself prevented his sudden interest from becoming blatantly obvious. The newcomer wasn't as attractive to him as Artemis, who's leggy and predatory frame he admired rather greatly, but that was like saying that poplars weren't as tree-like as oaks - they were both still trees, and the feminine curves of the new wolf certainly didn't leave Chaos feeling cold.
Luckily he had a few moments to compose himself as he sauntered up to the pair and dropped the pikas. "For two very pretty ladies," he said smoothly, smiling a crooked smile. "Who's your friend, Artemis? A relative of yours, I assume?" Surely two such similarly-unusual coats could not have been found outside the same family line. Somehow that only made the nickelodeon-style reel of fantasies running through his head all the better.
The hope was further deflated when he rounded a tumbled-down stone marker to see Artemis with another wolf. A spark of interest as he took in the stranger's appearance though, as nebulous and starry as Artemis' though of a red hue rather than blues. Truly, any red-blooded young male would have had the same though he did at that moment. Truly. If his mouth wasn't full of pika he probably would have licked his lips. Probably best for him that he was prevented from doing so, and only a stern talking-to to himself prevented his sudden interest from becoming blatantly obvious. The newcomer wasn't as attractive to him as Artemis, who's leggy and predatory frame he admired rather greatly, but that was like saying that poplars weren't as tree-like as oaks - they were both still trees, and the feminine curves of the new wolf certainly didn't leave Chaos feeling cold.
Luckily he had a few moments to compose himself as he sauntered up to the pair and dropped the pikas. "For two very pretty ladies," he said smoothly, smiling a crooked smile. "Who's your friend, Artemis? A relative of yours, I assume?" Surely two such similarly-unusual coats could not have been found outside the same family line. Somehow that only made the nickelodeon-style reel of fantasies running through his head all the better.
Unless otherwise mentioned as absent, assume that both Great Horned owl companions are nearby
Chaos speaks in a strong lisp, which I am usually too lazy to write