A Game Of Sorts [Open to all pack members]
03-19-2013, 12:24 PM
~*~ (ooc: XD I guess we're allowing some minor powerplaying here - since it's just a game and all) He'd been standing upon a snow covered stone, staring out at the glittering lake that was the heart of his home. The massive pool of liquid sapphire seemed to reflect every shimmer, ever ray of light from the snow and sky combined - and set it off in a color to rival that of the heavens. But Gargoyle was rarely the sort to spend hours sitting about just staring. His mind wasn't consumed with beauty, but with thoughts. He'd meant to find Crusade later that day and draw her aside for a talk. It was high time they learn more about the other packs out there, and Crusade had said she wished to become Glaciem's dignitary. But the northern drake was loathe to send her out alone. She needed a companion. One who wouldn't be threatening, wouldn't speak out of turn, but could still provide a sort of back up. He was just begining to mull the choices over when galloping paw steps reached his ears. He recognized the scent as Asheni's so he took his time in glancing over. The marbled she-wolf was careened straight at him! Gargoyle turned, a slightly quizzical look on that usually stoney brow - which froze there as he was bear-hugged and tackled backwards into the snow. After the intial rolling down the slope towards the lake shores, he staid down on his back, blinking owlishly. What in the world....? But Asheni was already hopping off of him and dashing away into the snow. "Tag Gargie!!" A game? Creator Above he hadn't played tag since... since he was just a pup. Since he'd had his horde of siblings around him. Some warm bits of memory took spark in his consciousness. But he was an Alpha! What would his pack-mates think if they saw him dashing about like a moonstruck caribou calf? Yet as Gargoyle stood out of the snow crater they'd created, he caught the sweet scent of a certain lovely Glaciem hunter. Oh heck to appearances. Gargoyle shook the snow off his back, turned and sprinted off towards the tree line. Ocena wasn't far away. The sight of her black and white form - miniaturized in comparison to his - brought a rare gleam to his yellow eyes. His mottled grey black form melded with the timber shadows, he managed to get only a few strides away before he had to break cover. "Ocena!" he rummbled playfully playfully. And a second later he was rushing over her. He couldn't just bear-hug and tackle as Asheni had done - if the big brute did that he'd squash the half-blind untress like a bug. Instead he landed on the far side of her, hooking a forepaw under her frame in an attempt to pull her off her feet. It was the deft, quick movements of a fighter, but no harm was to be given. He just wanted to swept her over and let the pair of them fall together to the snow. The male made a rummbling sort of sound that might just have been a chuckle. "Surprise!" ~*~ ~Don't want to let you down, but I am H.e.l.l.b.o.u.n.d.~ |