yeehaw but make it pirate-y so yeeharr

Rexx · 08-21-2022, 07:57 PM

Rexx was itching for a little spar. Well, that, and he was itchy. His tusks began as mere nubs that barely poked through his liver lips, but now were starting to inch past his top lip. As a result, the rapidly growing teeth were crowding out his baby ones, causing a lot of discomfort and forcing him to chew constantly. The throbbing in his jaw sometimes paled to that of the crystal spikes on his back, which were inching up higher each day and progressively getting sharper. Both pains at once kept him up, night after night, only being soothed by his dad (would he ever admit that out loud? Never, not in a million years). Was growing up supposed to hurt so badly? His back prickled and his jaw ached. But he was tired of shredding through bark and twigs and attempting to lay on his side so as not to accidently poke someone with his spikes - he wanted to let out his pent up energy through a good tousle. All in good fun, of course! He’d never dream of intentionally hurting someone with his mutations. The most he’d attempt at this point was sit on anither puppy. He loved doing that.

The tusked, burly boy - an almost spitting image of his father - paced the obsidian sands, toes splaying in the ground. With a mischevious grin on his face, the boy tilted back his crested head and howled for an opponent. A pup, adult, whoever! He’d make them play with him either way.

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