All Around Me
06-27-2013, 01:29 PM
Since they're on slippy ice, this prolly won't turn into a full fight, si? :'D
The black ball of fur scrabbled uselessly at the ground as he sped onwards, his course set to overlap with the position of the stranger. The collision was inevitable, and as his moving body writhed and twisted, he braced himself somewhat for impact. Shrill babbles of distress bubbled from his open jaws, his tongue flapping free. Ghostly blue eyes were stretched wide to capture the unstoppable shrinking of distance between them. In a flash he was at her hind, his head pulling away to the right and snapping his jaws safely shut before his bony shoulder crashed into her hind legs. It sent him spinning off behind her with a grunt, and her hind end down to the ground.
When the furious kinetic energy drained from his body, the hellion rolled once onto his back and stopped, letting out a squeaking sigh. The tumble n? slide had been quite exhilarating and somewhat frightening, but he hadn?t been hurt. He lay where he was for a second, blinking up at the sky. It was a suffocating veil of absolutely nothing but grimy grey. Such plainness in the environment was a bit scary ? like a cage ? and he didn?t like it. Lungs drew in another breath as he looked away, his head pulling forward to glance over his chest towards the approaching stranger. Just as peace had begun to settle over him, fervor broke into his mind once again.
Caesar?s eyes snapped wide open again, gawking as his lip drew back in a stiff line of neutrality. His body was held rigid, his breath caught in his lungs. Her eyes. Not really both of them, but that one. Most of her seemed decorated for the snow ? pale fur and an ice blue eye. But that one. It burned with ruby and orange, like fire. And fire meant warmth, and Caesar very much wanted to be warm. His jaws unhinged, his tongue peeking out just a tad as a noisy, ragged inhale scraped the silence. In an instant, the ghoul had writhed and flipped himself onto his stomach, and then staggered to his feet. ?She has the fire!? he cried. ?Give it to Caesar! He needs it!? He propelled himself toward her with quick, awkward shuffling and bouncing motion, claws gripping the ice. Fangs clacked together, and with a grand effort he would try to throw himself at her and snap upon the eye he so coveted.
The black ball of fur scrabbled uselessly at the ground as he sped onwards, his course set to overlap with the position of the stranger. The collision was inevitable, and as his moving body writhed and twisted, he braced himself somewhat for impact. Shrill babbles of distress bubbled from his open jaws, his tongue flapping free. Ghostly blue eyes were stretched wide to capture the unstoppable shrinking of distance between them. In a flash he was at her hind, his head pulling away to the right and snapping his jaws safely shut before his bony shoulder crashed into her hind legs. It sent him spinning off behind her with a grunt, and her hind end down to the ground.
When the furious kinetic energy drained from his body, the hellion rolled once onto his back and stopped, letting out a squeaking sigh. The tumble n? slide had been quite exhilarating and somewhat frightening, but he hadn?t been hurt. He lay where he was for a second, blinking up at the sky. It was a suffocating veil of absolutely nothing but grimy grey. Such plainness in the environment was a bit scary ? like a cage ? and he didn?t like it. Lungs drew in another breath as he looked away, his head pulling forward to glance over his chest towards the approaching stranger. Just as peace had begun to settle over him, fervor broke into his mind once again.
Caesar?s eyes snapped wide open again, gawking as his lip drew back in a stiff line of neutrality. His body was held rigid, his breath caught in his lungs. Her eyes. Not really both of them, but that one. Most of her seemed decorated for the snow ? pale fur and an ice blue eye. But that one. It burned with ruby and orange, like fire. And fire meant warmth, and Caesar very much wanted to be warm. His jaws unhinged, his tongue peeking out just a tad as a noisy, ragged inhale scraped the silence. In an instant, the ghoul had writhed and flipped himself onto his stomach, and then staggered to his feet. ?She has the fire!? he cried. ?Give it to Caesar! He needs it!? He propelled himself toward her with quick, awkward shuffling and bouncing motion, claws gripping the ice. Fangs clacked together, and with a grand effort he would try to throw himself at her and snap upon the eye he so coveted.
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