Just a Little Confused
04-06-2014, 05:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-06-2014, 05:09 PM by Dayton.)
The air began to stir in a sudden breeze. The grasses rustled with its movement, but somehow Dayton couldn't feel it. His fur was as still as it had been before. But the grasses were still moving... what was that... In a burst of noise, a dark brute crashed through the wall of foliage and came barreling toward him. The delicate male flinched, his muscles taut like wires in their sudden, tremendous fright. Before he could flee, the other brute rammed into his side and went over him, splaying into the dirt with a blur of limbs and fur. He landed face first and moaned loudly with pain as Dayton rolled to the side and struggled to catch his breath. The quiet that followed was stressful. The young boy scrambled to his belly again, staring warily at the male. He should run now, shouldn't he? But as terse breaths moved through his body, he smelled the brute and realized that this would be a mistake. His scent was strongly saturated in these lands. He must have belonged to a pack nearby. This male would have backup, and he would easily track him through these thick grasses. He had no chance for escape. So instead he lay frozen, his muscles so tight they started to ache, as the male moaned again and rose. Dayton felt a whine rolling in his throat as the large wolf approached him. He looked friendly enough, but looks could be deceiving. He was handsome too, he noted blankly, with a patches of white over his face and ear. His eyes were multicolored and shone with concern. But the concern wasn't exactly for the boy he had tripped over. It was for himself, Dayton realized, as he began fretting about a broken nose. To his surprise, the earthen male felt a laugh beginning to rise in his throat. Was this brute serious? He contained the small noise, though, choking it back as he stared at the other male. Their faces were quite close. He felt his throat tighten as the darker male continued to speak. Miss? His jaw parted in shock. Miss?! He stood in a rush, nearly crashing his face into the brute's injured nose. How dare he call him a female? It was like his father all over again! He immediately tried to correct himself, but the damage had been done. "No thank you, sir." he murmured satirically. "You've done enough." Walk. "Talk." Think. |