don't talk to me about superheroes
06-14-2014, 12:33 PM
It was clear she was in a definite problematic situation, when the stranger hummed decisively. The faint, but distinct, impact of paws upon the ground moved around her rump. She crouched patiently, though her muscles burned and her bones ached from being cramped up in this odd and strained pose. It seemed like forever she was waiting, though in truth it was only a few seconds. The ground beneath her mismatched forepaws was starting to slide and crumble beneath her bulk. Digging her claws in, the pallid wolfess continued to wait and listen for some type of notice as to what the plan was. This was horrid, her first few moments back home and she'd managed to get herself stuck in a hole. Not to mention her arse was steadily becoming soaked by the dripping coolness of the rain. All the lass had wanted was to go home to her family, and see how much had changed in her absence. Maybe she would just forgo waiting out the storm and return home in the pouring rain. Her patience was wearing thin already, but she could hold it together. Decisions were best made when you were in your right mind, not stuck down a hole with your bum in the air and mud creeping into your eyes and ears. The sensation of goo being shoved into the space at her sides and packed in tightly made her muscles jerk in surprise, shoving her forward instinctively to escape the odd feeling. Which was not what she should be doing at this point in time. Finally, the vocals of her apparent rescuer burrowed into her audits, explaining the plan of action. Oh, this would be so very fun (sarcasm if there ever was any). Without further ado, the sharp pain of teeth digging into her bottom rippled like a shockwave up her spine. Biting back a surprised yelp, her feet and legs did all the work before her brain could tell them to. The lithe cords of muscle bunched in preparation, and the wolf aiding her gave two short tugs on her tail, to test her grip, most likely. Then the strong yank, and the giantess shoved off with her paws, all her weight being thrown backwards. A loud, wet pop was all that announced her freedom from that horrid hole. Standing in the rain once more, the mud was already beginning to fall from her front half in sloppy chunks. Their impact resounded as squelches in the air, and it managed to drown out some of the sound of the rain for a moment. Shaking out her thick winter coat, the femme couldn't help but grin and sigh in satisfaction as she reveled in her freedom. "Thanks! I guess I owe you one, hey?" She chuckled, shaking the majority of the remaining mud free of her face. Dual toned optics would fix upon the features of the stranger. The first thing she noticed was the wolf's size, though she would never admit that out loud. Then the lady realized her rescuer was a woman, with shocking electric blue optics. "Name's Lakota, stranger." She added, an easy going grin sliding onto her features. The odd, accented markings upon the strangers face were interesting, something she didn't see often. It was refreshing. Speech, |