counting sheep
11-07-2020, 12:04 PM
When he realized what he was on a crash course with wasn't what he was after it was too late to take it back. He was midair, the bushes behind him exploding open as he cleaved through them, and there on the ground was that fox. Blessedly the little beastie was fast and managed to scrambled out of the way. Tyrian stumbled as he touched down, his big paws skidding and his tail windmilling as he worked to counter his momentum. Once stopped he became aware of something wet on one of his paws. He raised it, noted the tiny dead thing plastered to it, and then absently kicked it loose.
Sure he'd been on the right trail, Tyrian turned a quick circle in search of fluff or a curly white tail disappearing into the bushes. Nada. No Wily. Bastard. His expression turned annoyed. It was one damn sheep - the same damn sheep - but catching the fucker was becoming a point of contention. This was one sheep that was definitely getting eaten. The last thing they needed was for her to procreate and pass those intelligent genes on.
"Uhh," he said, his tone distracted and his gaze still darting around in search of the sheep. "Sorry." Well if it wasn't here hopefully Tashi was having better luck. Tyrian's attention finally turned to Bait. He apologized again, this time meaning it. "Sorry, Bait. Thought you were something else." He resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "And uh, no, it's fine, just a runaway sheep. It looks like I interrupted you anyhow." Doing what exactly, he didn't know. "What are you doing here anyway?"
Sure he'd been on the right trail, Tyrian turned a quick circle in search of fluff or a curly white tail disappearing into the bushes. Nada. No Wily. Bastard. His expression turned annoyed. It was one damn sheep - the same damn sheep - but catching the fucker was becoming a point of contention. This was one sheep that was definitely getting eaten. The last thing they needed was for her to procreate and pass those intelligent genes on.
"Uhh," he said, his tone distracted and his gaze still darting around in search of the sheep. "Sorry." Well if it wasn't here hopefully Tashi was having better luck. Tyrian's attention finally turned to Bait. He apologized again, this time meaning it. "Sorry, Bait. Thought you were something else." He resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "And uh, no, it's fine, just a runaway sheep. It looks like I interrupted you anyhow." Doing what exactly, he didn't know. "What are you doing here anyway?"
