The Unraveling - It Burns
11-11-2024, 03:29 AM
Things, strange and beyond explanation had been happening all over the continents and Gruesome had to find out what was going on. Well, technically, it is his smarter brother, Rory that wants to figure out what is happening but, wherever he goes, his hulking lummox of a sibling isn’t far behind. Not that his twin likely thinks of him as stupid, or if he does, he doesn’t say anything. No, Gru has thought that of himself for a while since he always seems to be tripping over his paws and it takes him a little longer to catch on to things.
Still, when Rory had wished to traveled, the huge yearling had been quick to agree and, with his smaller half safely concealed in his scruff, Gruesome had set out for lands beyond the borders of their home. It isn’t terribly difficult to find the huge crater, fresh and open like a festering wound on the hide of the earth and he cautiously pulls them closer to it. As they grow nearer, he stops and lowers himself to the ground, ears perked and nose working, to allow Rory time to clamber down to the ground.
Scanning the area, a tongue like creature suddenly bursts up from the fiery depths of molten earth and screams its displeasure to the world. Several things happen at once, wolves that had been gathering around leap into action and two begin hulling loose rocks at the beast. Instinctively, he puts his taller body between the fiery worm and his sibling while he scans the others and tries to come up with a plan of action. Gaze lands on several pups and he quickly forms an idea, calling over his shoulder to Terror, “There are pups! See if you can gather them together and keep them away from the creature. I’ll help the other wolves who are attacking.”
His voice is determined, strong and, if it wasn’t cracking from the wonderful thing known as puberty, it might have even been authoritative. Without waiting for a reply, he launches forward, barreling toward the closest chunk of rock and gathers it in his mouth before hurling it toward the angry worm. As it leaves his maw, he yells loudly, trying to draw its attention away from the other attackers in the hopes that the older wolves might be able do more damage than he could… or something.
"Gruesome Nightwing"
Still, when Rory had wished to traveled, the huge yearling had been quick to agree and, with his smaller half safely concealed in his scruff, Gruesome had set out for lands beyond the borders of their home. It isn’t terribly difficult to find the huge crater, fresh and open like a festering wound on the hide of the earth and he cautiously pulls them closer to it. As they grow nearer, he stops and lowers himself to the ground, ears perked and nose working, to allow Rory time to clamber down to the ground.
Scanning the area, a tongue like creature suddenly bursts up from the fiery depths of molten earth and screams its displeasure to the world. Several things happen at once, wolves that had been gathering around leap into action and two begin hulling loose rocks at the beast. Instinctively, he puts his taller body between the fiery worm and his sibling while he scans the others and tries to come up with a plan of action. Gaze lands on several pups and he quickly forms an idea, calling over his shoulder to Terror, “There are pups! See if you can gather them together and keep them away from the creature. I’ll help the other wolves who are attacking.”
His voice is determined, strong and, if it wasn’t cracking from the wonderful thing known as puberty, it might have even been authoritative. Without waiting for a reply, he launches forward, barreling toward the closest chunk of rock and gathers it in his mouth before hurling it toward the angry worm. As it leaves his maw, he yells loudly, trying to draw its attention away from the other attackers in the hopes that the older wolves might be able do more damage than he could… or something.