Goosey Gander
06-20-2020, 09:50 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-20-2020, 09:53 AM by Askan.)
Once again Askan found himself trekking along the side of a river. Loathe as he was to admit it, the east was actually a rather nice place to be, the scenery was pleasant enough and the climate was mild, a far cry from the horrendous blizzards up north. Like all Selwyns he was built for the cold, his paws wide and strong, adept at clambering over stony terrain. But just cause he could live somewhere didn't mean he had to, a fact he had to remind himself of more often then he should have. Change wasn't always good, it often left him feeling uncertain and cagey, but if he couldn't deal with warmer weather and greener pastures then what kind of man was he?
Askan tsked.
He continued on, following the river east when he saw a goose a few yards ahead. At first he thought nothing of it, expecting it to take flight as he got closer, but as he neared the goose turned and hissed, like Askan had committed a grave, unspeakable crime. The Selwyn slowed to a walk, then came to a standstill as he stared at the bird, completely baffled. The hell was it's problem? He waited, ears tilted forward as he wondered whether the goose would speak, if it had a reason as to why it didn't want him passing through. The goose said nothing and took slappy steps forward, it's neck stretched out as hate burned in its beady eyes. It was then- for no real reason, honestly- that Askan decided that it could speak, that it was just messing with him just for the sake of it. That was an affront Askan wouldn't tolerate, the goose would have hell to pay if it didn't let him pass.
Stomping forward, Askan's tail lashed behind him as his hackles prickled.
"I'm gonna kill you." He warned, his voice flat and monotone. Dangerous.
The goose honked back, unfazed and cocky, ready to bite at him with it's bastard teeth. Like a western showdown, they approached one another, weapons bared and eyes narrowed in focused, resentful squints.