Come to Play?

There was no warning signs. No red flags. No sense of danger ringing in his head as Rogue passed through the unassuming tree grove. He was entirely in his own world, lost in thought and enjoying the summer night. Then his paw knocked against something solid in the grass. Clink! The sharp sound of glass being knocked broke the tranquility of the evening and stopped Rogue in his tracks. The fuck…? Curious amethyst eyes peered down at the object in the grass. An empty bottle. A cursory sniff greeted his nose with the acrid scent of whiskey. What the hell was this doing just lying around out here?

Before he could do more than lift his head up and begin to look around, there was a rustle of movement above him—and then a weight was landing square on his back. "The hell?!" Rogue yelped in surprise, taken off guard by the sudden attack. Whoever it was wasn’t very hefty and easily fit on his back, but- OW GODS WHAT THE FUCK?! Suddenly needle-like teeth were in the back of his neck, pulling at his scruff like yanking the reins on a horse until he felt blood on his neck. Rogue fumbled about, paws unsure of where to move or what to do to escape his ambusher. Who even was on top of him?! Baring his teeth and snarling against the pain, Rogue threw himself to the ground and rolled over twice to try and dislodge whoever was on his back.

"Rogue Klein"