your eyes are the size of the moon
08-19-2014, 10:13 PM
The tri-colored large male had hardly been there for longer than a few moments before he could scent another wolf. When the male paused in his explorations to search about, however, nothing could be spotted. Drago shrugged his shoulders and continued merrily walking along, content to ignore the scent. Drago was no warrior, though his years of hiking, traveling, and jogging had kept him surprisingly fit. But he would never use his muscles for fighting, even if he were attacked. Of course, in a splash of irony that Drago would later laugh about, he was suddenly very aware of teeth upon his rump. The pale russet male was quick to pivot, to face his attacker, if only to slowly back away before he had the chance to run. But, upon seeing the laughing face of a pup, the friendly male couldn't help but smile. And, really, what sort of victim would he be if he didn't give into the pup's whims. Instantly, he dropped, a wide grin splitting his silvery and charcoal muzzle as he rolled over onto his back, pale limbs stretching out above him. "Oh! You got me!" He proceeded to roll and writhe as if he were in pain. "Ah, I think I'm dying of blood loss!" Drago then froze, his head flopping to the side, his tongue lying limply on the ground out of his mouth. Act. "Speak. Italian." Think. |