whoa, thats a lot of wind!
rexx - seasonal
07-07-2022, 07:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-07-2022, 07:10 PM by Rexx. Edited 2 times in total.)
Scald would be correct in that Rexx enjoyed joining his shenanigans. In fact, he and the tusked child shared much in common when it came to their beliefs - he, too, was sick of being pent up in the same, packed den every day. His siblings, as much as he cared for them, were cramped, smushy, and stinky. Not that he and Scald smelled any better, but he liked to think of them as being a bit more adventurous. More bold. Just cooler over all. That was the nature of a true pirate, was it not? A wanderlust ingrained from the womb, he was in a great hurry to escape the icky confines of the den and venture into the world beyond. And his parents would not get in the way this time as they had before.
Luckily, having the two rows of sharp crystalline spines down his back meant that piling up on the boy was a prickly, poking affair. He'd already pricked a few paw pads, and he was sure Scald's quills produced similar results. As such, when sleeping, Rexx was forced to point his burly frame into the pile while his back, crystals and all, pressed against the den walls. This way everyone would be safe - since he didn't have the advantage of flattening them like Scald's quills did. His tusks, still nubby ivory protrusions from the back of his lower jaw, would soon sharpen with age. Something he'd also have to be wary of should he share a den with someone else. He had just curled himself inward, eyes fluttering closed when Scald's large paw smacked his nose. With a snort, Rexx quickly aimed to bap his mottled brother back with his own too-big paw. "Smack back!" He teased, his puppy voice husky from sleep. Still, he stirred himself quickly as Scald mentioned going exploring, carefully waddling over the sleeping bundles of their littermates as he followed the lanky boy outside. Rexx never missed the opportunity to explore, especially when a storm raged over their heads and the ocean's angry waves thrashed the sandy shores.
Following Scald, the tusked child shook off his own calico pelt as the rain pelted the beach, his large toes spreading unevenly into the wet sand. His crystal spikes gave some semblance of a windbreaker effect so he could easily trot into the wind's gusty gale, but didn't do much in the way of waterproofing him. He didn't care - it was just water right? He paid no mind to the dangerous rise of the tide, acknowledging the wind's howl and black skies with a cheerful flick of his ears and nub tail. Upon reaching the massive log Scald lead him to, Rexx grinned, loping over to it. He was careful not to trip over his disproportionately massive limbs as he approached it as well, offering a cocky shake of his head as he backed up a few steps and rammed his tusks into the log, the way a bull might charge with its horns. The wind picked up, howling angrily as he stumbled back from the unbudging log, jaw throbbing momentarily before dissipating. Aw, man. Guess he had to grow a bit before he could move it. "Scald, I bet I can race ya to the tip of the log!" He said, smirking as he coiled his hind legs and lurched onto the top of the log, clambering towards the pointed end of it.
Luckily, having the two rows of sharp crystalline spines down his back meant that piling up on the boy was a prickly, poking affair. He'd already pricked a few paw pads, and he was sure Scald's quills produced similar results. As such, when sleeping, Rexx was forced to point his burly frame into the pile while his back, crystals and all, pressed against the den walls. This way everyone would be safe - since he didn't have the advantage of flattening them like Scald's quills did. His tusks, still nubby ivory protrusions from the back of his lower jaw, would soon sharpen with age. Something he'd also have to be wary of should he share a den with someone else. He had just curled himself inward, eyes fluttering closed when Scald's large paw smacked his nose. With a snort, Rexx quickly aimed to bap his mottled brother back with his own too-big paw. "Smack back!" He teased, his puppy voice husky from sleep. Still, he stirred himself quickly as Scald mentioned going exploring, carefully waddling over the sleeping bundles of their littermates as he followed the lanky boy outside. Rexx never missed the opportunity to explore, especially when a storm raged over their heads and the ocean's angry waves thrashed the sandy shores.
Following Scald, the tusked child shook off his own calico pelt as the rain pelted the beach, his large toes spreading unevenly into the wet sand. His crystal spikes gave some semblance of a windbreaker effect so he could easily trot into the wind's gusty gale, but didn't do much in the way of waterproofing him. He didn't care - it was just water right? He paid no mind to the dangerous rise of the tide, acknowledging the wind's howl and black skies with a cheerful flick of his ears and nub tail. Upon reaching the massive log Scald lead him to, Rexx grinned, loping over to it. He was careful not to trip over his disproportionately massive limbs as he approached it as well, offering a cocky shake of his head as he backed up a few steps and rammed his tusks into the log, the way a bull might charge with its horns. The wind picked up, howling angrily as he stumbled back from the unbudging log, jaw throbbing momentarily before dissipating. Aw, man. Guess he had to grow a bit before he could move it. "Scald, I bet I can race ya to the tip of the log!" He said, smirking as he coiled his hind legs and lurched onto the top of the log, clambering towards the pointed end of it.
