Unanswered

Oscar’s back legs dance as he shakes his head at the wolf, ready to defend himself if needed. However, as the lady’s eyes widen, the ass feels… well like an ass. Regret gnaws at his insides as the donkey’s head tilts, long ears standing up to take in her words. Not hungry? Well, the prey animal guesses that is good because otherwise, the wolf would be having a decent meal right about now. Her next words pull a laugh from Oscar as he shakes his head, thick Irish tones saying, “What, Nugget? Ah, don’t worry about him. He knows how to fight and he is smarter than he looks.”

At those words the very indignant rooster squawks and gives the donkey’s rump a sharp peck. Oscar’s eyes round and he lets out a startled yelp, back end jumping off the ground slightly in reaction to the sharp jab. Great, his rooster has just made him look all crazy in front of a pretty wolf. With a sigh, the jumpy ass settles and he looks to the wolf, dipping his head in greeting and saying, “I’m sorry miss. Didn’t mean to be rude but… ya know… predator, prey…” He lets the words fall off, shuffling his hooves and kicking a small pebble away.

It skitters across the ground, deflecting off a small rock and careening over the edge into the hot lava below. Blue eyes follow the pebble, mouth opening in shock as it hits the hot lava and disappears with a hiss and puff of steam. Jaw hanging open, he looks to the wolf and says, “Uh, maybe you are right. Besides, a roasted Nugget won’t do.” Flashing the wolf a grin, the donkey backs away from the pools of lava, noticing a distinct difference in temperature the further away he gets. Hmm. Maybe it is a little too warm from him.

Looking over to the lady, he says, “Name’s Oscar and I came down here to get warm. My herd lives up North and I… am not built for the cold.” Another grin, this time an attempt to be charming as he looks at the tusked lady. Damn. She is hot. And no, it isn’t just because she standing near some boiling hot lava.

"Oscar Monaghan"