winner winner sheepy dinner
bunni
12-19-2021, 07:32 PM
Tyrian was on the heels of a rogue bastard of a sheep. This ewe was craftier than most and that was making her a giant pain in his ass. She'd evaded his pens. Alluded his companions. Stymied each and every obstacle he put in her path. Her capture was long overdue and Tyrian had run out of patience. He lit up with no small amount of satisfaction, his eyes on the bastard sheep who appeared to be good and tangled in the wiry arms of a stunted willow far below him in a valley in the Woods. How she's gotten herself into such a mess was beyond him and he'd definitely have to gloat about it later. For now? Best get to her before she wriggled her way free and lost him in the maze of trees. After leaping down from one outcropping to another Tyrian spied the form of another wolf. He stopped and squinted at them. They were some ways off and coming from the opposite direction, and- His eyes narrowed. Were they looking at his sheep? Oh hell no! "Hey!" he called. "That sheep is mine!" "" |
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