Post by Tyr on Dec 30, 2010 7:03:46 GMT -5
Players:
Tyr, male wolf
Anu, female wolf
Happier than a pig in shi-- Smug. The wolf's dark muzzle is beaming with anticipatory glee and just a little bit of blood as he lopes along the butte, paws trotting at a stately pace with a prairie dog hanging from his jaws. He's a big fellow, too, enough for a meal and a snack, even. The sun is strong this afternoon and the soldier has been hunting now for the shade to enjoy his meal under, an a small crevice with a jutting lip overhang will do just nicely. Tyr flops unceremoniously in the dirt, puffing up a cloud of dust around his paws and stomach, coating his ruddy tones with an earthy film. He lets his tongue hang from his muzzle, sucking up droughts of air before with ravenous ferocity digs into his dinner with childish glee. Om. Nom. Nom.
"Be a little louder, won't you?" Anu snaps from her own shady oasis. The tree's shelter is sparse, but it's better than nothing. It seems someone is a little cranky to have their nap disturbed. The shewolf lopes the short distance to the crevice. "I'm sure /everything/ heard you stomping along. Even the worms," she adds moodily, setting her rear down much more ceremoniously than her brother. She chooses to rest on the lip jutting over the dark wolf's hide away. This way she can leer down at him and look all manner of displeased with him. Which she does. In abundance.
"Aaaaaaaye," is the initial retort, smeared with unabashed annoyance but the merriment in his eyes conveys that he isn't too angry at his sister -- at least, not that he feels like showing at the moment. Besides, he's the one with the meal and she, well, she's not. To prove his point, her brother attacks the carcass loudly and lip-smackingly, growling with excited fervor either to prove his point or just because he can't help himself and he's hungry. Or both. Likely both. "Worms be gettin' out o'bed eventally, too, Nunu," Tyr responds around mouthfuls, his ears twisting back to acknowledge her though his eyes remain focused on their blood task, "Mi' as well b'now." Cue ungraceful belch.
Ugh. He /lives/ to be obnoxious. At his enthusiasm - obviously for her benefit - she scoffs and looks away. Bravo, Tyr. Her heart clings to the hope that he might choke either on the meat or his ego, but she finds herself losing that optimism as the carcass looks more and more clean. She sighs, stifling the growl of irritation as he calls her that aggravating nickname. He probably wouldn't hear her, anyway. She stretches herself out, still peering over the ledge. "You make such wonderful company, brother," she says at last, not bothering to hide her disdain. Despite her display, it seems to lack the malice it might have had before the harsh winter they endured.
Hello, pot? This is kettle. You're black. Tyr grunts, satisfactorily, both at his satiated belly and Anu's disapproval of it all. "Only wit' yer, o'course," he drawls, making a great show of licking his chops and beaming slightly pinked teeth up at the mountain of doom above him. He shakes his head, trying to free his thick neck ruff of some excess fur, then looks back at what is left of his meal. He considers it a moment, nibbles halfheartedly at an exposed bone, then surges forward to grab around the carcass before he stands. He huffs through his nose, a semi-command and semi-request that likely Anu won't either notice, differentiate, or care, but he waves the creature before dropping it below her ledge. he'll leave it there, if she wants it, of course. His placating gesture of brotherly love checked off for the afternoon, Tyr lazily sniffs the air and paces the butte with no direction in mind, turning back on his paw prints as he explores.
At the huff, she raises her brow and watches Tyr with interest. There's a tenseness in her shoulders as she readies herself for some sort of assault. When it doesn't come, she finds herself off balance. She peeeers over the lip to the remains bellow. After a split second, she drops down and pushes the carcass further into the crevice. Hopefully she can come back to it. For now, though, she's certainly not starving. No, now that the snow is long gone, her ribs are no longer visible through her coat. Instead of accepting the gift, she charges back toward her brother, curious if that was the end of his game. She waits at his side, and her senses are on him rather than their surroundings. What was that noise all about? Hrm. This never was her strong suit.
Well, he really just offered the rest of his dinner. He pauses in his exploration long enough to watch his sister stash the kill and trot briskly toward him, and his gesture of confusion is conveyed with a slow rotating of his ears to the front. "Eh, wot?" he asks, dark nose wrinkling as he narrows his eyes on the blackened face of his, looking for all the world as if he was sizing her up. Not that he doesn't know the ins and outs of Anu's tactics -- he has the same ones, of course -- but it is her mind that he has yet to grow to understand and likely never will. He swishes his thick tail behind him and swipes at his lips, shivering at the stray blood found there.
Anu matches his expression. Was he really just offering her- ehhhn. Why is he so confusing? "I assumed you were trying to distract me so you could escape," she replies at last, tipping her head toward the kill. The shewolf doesn't really seem to sound like she thinks Tyr is going to escape anywhere, but she couldn't just stare at him, could she? Ugh. Being with Tyr has to be the most irritating state of existence there is. "You won't get rid of me that easily," she sighs, stepping closer.
And yet, she's still here. Must be love. Tyr's expression grows more wrinkles as he squidges up his face and sneezes in merriment, the action follows immediately by a series of low chuckles to which he then rolls his eyes and prances away with excessive and idiotic leaps and bounds. He doubles back and nips at the air between them, bracing his paws wide in mock challenge. "Gerron, Nunu!" he growls. Come on! It is not an action either of them are familiar with, but at least Tyr is slightly more used to /play/ fighting as well as an actual battle. He nips again and backs off, lifting his hind end in the air. Come and get it!
Describing Anu's expression as surprised is like saying Tyr is only a /little/ bit goofy. Her body bristles as his teeth come closer, and she braces for a fight. But then he's dancing away and taunting her with that awful nickname. Goodness, why is he in that ridiculous pose? It puts him at such a disadvantage, what is he-- Oh. It's a game. This- they fighting- it's a game. Realization dawns at last and her posture relaxes. She's still uncertain as to the terms of this game, so she darts forward and tries to catch the tip of his ear in her teeth. Teach him to have his rear up like that, hmph. As she moves, she realizes that he could easily turn his jaws to her throat - this must be what trust is.
It only took a couple of moments and a few more quick jabs at the space between he and Anu before his sister got the hang of it a little better; granted the last time this happened his teeth did end up none too pleasantly around her throat, but right now they're not starving or encompassed within pack lands trying to eke out the winter. The summer is warm and their bellies are satiated. And, dammit, he feels like doing whatever he wants. Anu's teeth find their mark against his ear and he tips his head away, rolling onto his shoulder with one free leg up in the air, his paw grasping for the top of her neck to drag her down with him though it is likely to be unsuccessful. What he does snap at is her nearest fore limb, though the quick action from his jaw is gentle and the growl that accompanies it is deep but strangely rich and soft; it is not a growl of warning or ire.
As Tyr rolls, his searching foreleg baps her in the muzzle as it reaches for her neck. She barks with indignation and corrects him with a - by their standards - soft nip. His retaliation comes almost too quickly, and she only has an instant to move her own leg. His teeth graze her, though the light pressure of his bite throws her off balance. He's...going easy on her? Is he making fun of her, calling her weak? The male's growl says no. This is just. Fun. They're not trying to make the other bleed to death. How novel. She tries her hand at mimicking the sound and dives at his exposed stomach. Her aim is to simply pounce on him - her fangs remain hidden. Somehow, she is fairly sure disembowelment isn't within the terms of the game.
Preferably not. But he doesn't expect her to dive so readily into it either, so the pounce to his stomach sends a bit of a shock through him and he wheezes out a surprised whine, though he is quick to retaliate by showing her ears who's boss with a few well placed bats of his fore paw. He squirms and rolls about on his back, trying to free himself from Anu's belly flop; realizing at that moment that his sister, built for power and strength, has a distinct advantage over him, built for speed and stamina. "Hrrrn," is all he manages to verbalize but even that isn't much as he wrestles to free himself, trying at once to sit up and swipe his tongue across Anu's face. Sneak attack!
Anu has a yelp of her own as her poor ears are attacked. She tries to slap her brother's paw away, but his squirming makes it difficult. She's so concerned with keeping her balance that she is totally defenseless against the sneakiest of attacks. "Tyr!" she barks in surprise, wibble-wobbling until she slides right off the darker wolf. She tries to wipe the male's spit from her muzzle, and every fiber of her clearly says: GROSS. She scoots back a couple steps, still swatting and rubbing at her face. Augh. So. Not. Why did he-?! Mustering up what she has decided is a playful growl, she dives back at him, keen for revenge.
"Aaahhahahahahaaaa!" He doesn't have long to gloat, though. Tyr's laughter is uproarous but soon cut short by another swift pounce to his solar plexus, whooshing out any air he had left that he hadn't expended on his merriment. He squirms, still, the best he can, trying to bear hug his sister and retaliate with sloppy big brother kisses to the face because, obviously, baby sister doesn't like it too much.
"Tyyyr!" Anu whines, trying to backpeddle. This time, sadly, she is trapped very firmly in her brother's clutches. "Stop it!" she splutters, still desperately trying to pull away. The shewolf buries her muzzle in his chest fur, trying to protect her poor, poor face. Aaaauuuugh! He's the //worst//! When she gets free, so help her!
"Awr, Nu..." Her brother placates, some concern actually spreading across his features as she seems to become upset in a very short amount of time. His ears curl forward in concern and he stops the assault of smooches long enough to allow her to lift her face up, should she choose to, and he lefts his fore limbs fall away from their grasp around her neck. "Ah'm jes' playin' wit'cher... ya'll ri'?" he churrs, poking at her forehead with his nose.
Anu does look up, albeit slowly and veryvery cautiously! Her sodden fur is stuck in flattering clumps as she nods pitifully. She's alright. Her mischievous grin blooms suddenly and is impossible to suppress, though, as she attempts to administer her own lick to Tyr's face. She makes it as soggy as she can, and aims to cover the largest section of his face as possible. Take /that/! See how he likes it! Hmph. The shewolf quickly slides off of her brother with a halfhearted nip at his leg. Not so funny now, is it brother? Ha!
"Ah, yer sneak!" he protests vehemently, though his struggles to free himself are not as urgent as they could be. Eventually he's freed but not after his own face looks just as stunningly gorgeous and spit-ridden as his sister's. "Eeeeh, loverly, Nu. Posertively stunnin'." He wrinkles his nose, shaking his head and rubbing his legs against his face to rid himself of his new makeup, rolling to his stomach when he realizes it'd be better to just give up.
Anu looks very pleased with herself, indeed. She sets herself down a safe distance from the other wolf. "It's a good look for you," she insists, grinning. Her tail even lightly sweeps the ground. "Truce?" she asks, settling further into the dirt. The last thing she wants is that as a wake up call. And their other truce has lasted this long. It seems the one act of vengeance was enough for her, this time.
"Aye," Tyr agrees, consenting to both his manly prowess and to an amicable truce. "Eat'cher dinner n'then we'll go n'bring sumthin' bigger down for a right feast. Truce feast." That decided upon, whether or not Anu agrees to it, Tyr sets about smoothing down his now spit and dirt covered pelt, turning his eyes to the warm sun to help the process. He sighs, a content noise, and chews a moment on his shoulder. Mrn.
Anu nods once and gets to her paws. Shaking her pelt, she offers a small smile to Tyr. "Don't get too comfortable," she lightly warns before trotting off, heading toward the stashed kill.
Tyr, male wolf
Anu, female wolf
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Happier than a pig in shi-- Smug. The wolf's dark muzzle is beaming with anticipatory glee and just a little bit of blood as he lopes along the butte, paws trotting at a stately pace with a prairie dog hanging from his jaws. He's a big fellow, too, enough for a meal and a snack, even. The sun is strong this afternoon and the soldier has been hunting now for the shade to enjoy his meal under, an a small crevice with a jutting lip overhang will do just nicely. Tyr flops unceremoniously in the dirt, puffing up a cloud of dust around his paws and stomach, coating his ruddy tones with an earthy film. He lets his tongue hang from his muzzle, sucking up droughts of air before with ravenous ferocity digs into his dinner with childish glee. Om. Nom. Nom.
"Be a little louder, won't you?" Anu snaps from her own shady oasis. The tree's shelter is sparse, but it's better than nothing. It seems someone is a little cranky to have their nap disturbed. The shewolf lopes the short distance to the crevice. "I'm sure /everything/ heard you stomping along. Even the worms," she adds moodily, setting her rear down much more ceremoniously than her brother. She chooses to rest on the lip jutting over the dark wolf's hide away. This way she can leer down at him and look all manner of displeased with him. Which she does. In abundance.
"Aaaaaaaye," is the initial retort, smeared with unabashed annoyance but the merriment in his eyes conveys that he isn't too angry at his sister -- at least, not that he feels like showing at the moment. Besides, he's the one with the meal and she, well, she's not. To prove his point, her brother attacks the carcass loudly and lip-smackingly, growling with excited fervor either to prove his point or just because he can't help himself and he's hungry. Or both. Likely both. "Worms be gettin' out o'bed eventally, too, Nunu," Tyr responds around mouthfuls, his ears twisting back to acknowledge her though his eyes remain focused on their blood task, "Mi' as well b'now." Cue ungraceful belch.
Ugh. He /lives/ to be obnoxious. At his enthusiasm - obviously for her benefit - she scoffs and looks away. Bravo, Tyr. Her heart clings to the hope that he might choke either on the meat or his ego, but she finds herself losing that optimism as the carcass looks more and more clean. She sighs, stifling the growl of irritation as he calls her that aggravating nickname. He probably wouldn't hear her, anyway. She stretches herself out, still peering over the ledge. "You make such wonderful company, brother," she says at last, not bothering to hide her disdain. Despite her display, it seems to lack the malice it might have had before the harsh winter they endured.
Hello, pot? This is kettle. You're black. Tyr grunts, satisfactorily, both at his satiated belly and Anu's disapproval of it all. "Only wit' yer, o'course," he drawls, making a great show of licking his chops and beaming slightly pinked teeth up at the mountain of doom above him. He shakes his head, trying to free his thick neck ruff of some excess fur, then looks back at what is left of his meal. He considers it a moment, nibbles halfheartedly at an exposed bone, then surges forward to grab around the carcass before he stands. He huffs through his nose, a semi-command and semi-request that likely Anu won't either notice, differentiate, or care, but he waves the creature before dropping it below her ledge. he'll leave it there, if she wants it, of course. His placating gesture of brotherly love checked off for the afternoon, Tyr lazily sniffs the air and paces the butte with no direction in mind, turning back on his paw prints as he explores.
At the huff, she raises her brow and watches Tyr with interest. There's a tenseness in her shoulders as she readies herself for some sort of assault. When it doesn't come, she finds herself off balance. She peeeers over the lip to the remains bellow. After a split second, she drops down and pushes the carcass further into the crevice. Hopefully she can come back to it. For now, though, she's certainly not starving. No, now that the snow is long gone, her ribs are no longer visible through her coat. Instead of accepting the gift, she charges back toward her brother, curious if that was the end of his game. She waits at his side, and her senses are on him rather than their surroundings. What was that noise all about? Hrm. This never was her strong suit.
Well, he really just offered the rest of his dinner. He pauses in his exploration long enough to watch his sister stash the kill and trot briskly toward him, and his gesture of confusion is conveyed with a slow rotating of his ears to the front. "Eh, wot?" he asks, dark nose wrinkling as he narrows his eyes on the blackened face of his, looking for all the world as if he was sizing her up. Not that he doesn't know the ins and outs of Anu's tactics -- he has the same ones, of course -- but it is her mind that he has yet to grow to understand and likely never will. He swishes his thick tail behind him and swipes at his lips, shivering at the stray blood found there.
Anu matches his expression. Was he really just offering her- ehhhn. Why is he so confusing? "I assumed you were trying to distract me so you could escape," she replies at last, tipping her head toward the kill. The shewolf doesn't really seem to sound like she thinks Tyr is going to escape anywhere, but she couldn't just stare at him, could she? Ugh. Being with Tyr has to be the most irritating state of existence there is. "You won't get rid of me that easily," she sighs, stepping closer.
And yet, she's still here. Must be love. Tyr's expression grows more wrinkles as he squidges up his face and sneezes in merriment, the action follows immediately by a series of low chuckles to which he then rolls his eyes and prances away with excessive and idiotic leaps and bounds. He doubles back and nips at the air between them, bracing his paws wide in mock challenge. "Gerron, Nunu!" he growls. Come on! It is not an action either of them are familiar with, but at least Tyr is slightly more used to /play/ fighting as well as an actual battle. He nips again and backs off, lifting his hind end in the air. Come and get it!
Describing Anu's expression as surprised is like saying Tyr is only a /little/ bit goofy. Her body bristles as his teeth come closer, and she braces for a fight. But then he's dancing away and taunting her with that awful nickname. Goodness, why is he in that ridiculous pose? It puts him at such a disadvantage, what is he-- Oh. It's a game. This- they fighting- it's a game. Realization dawns at last and her posture relaxes. She's still uncertain as to the terms of this game, so she darts forward and tries to catch the tip of his ear in her teeth. Teach him to have his rear up like that, hmph. As she moves, she realizes that he could easily turn his jaws to her throat - this must be what trust is.
It only took a couple of moments and a few more quick jabs at the space between he and Anu before his sister got the hang of it a little better; granted the last time this happened his teeth did end up none too pleasantly around her throat, but right now they're not starving or encompassed within pack lands trying to eke out the winter. The summer is warm and their bellies are satiated. And, dammit, he feels like doing whatever he wants. Anu's teeth find their mark against his ear and he tips his head away, rolling onto his shoulder with one free leg up in the air, his paw grasping for the top of her neck to drag her down with him though it is likely to be unsuccessful. What he does snap at is her nearest fore limb, though the quick action from his jaw is gentle and the growl that accompanies it is deep but strangely rich and soft; it is not a growl of warning or ire.
As Tyr rolls, his searching foreleg baps her in the muzzle as it reaches for her neck. She barks with indignation and corrects him with a - by their standards - soft nip. His retaliation comes almost too quickly, and she only has an instant to move her own leg. His teeth graze her, though the light pressure of his bite throws her off balance. He's...going easy on her? Is he making fun of her, calling her weak? The male's growl says no. This is just. Fun. They're not trying to make the other bleed to death. How novel. She tries her hand at mimicking the sound and dives at his exposed stomach. Her aim is to simply pounce on him - her fangs remain hidden. Somehow, she is fairly sure disembowelment isn't within the terms of the game.
Preferably not. But he doesn't expect her to dive so readily into it either, so the pounce to his stomach sends a bit of a shock through him and he wheezes out a surprised whine, though he is quick to retaliate by showing her ears who's boss with a few well placed bats of his fore paw. He squirms and rolls about on his back, trying to free himself from Anu's belly flop; realizing at that moment that his sister, built for power and strength, has a distinct advantage over him, built for speed and stamina. "Hrrrn," is all he manages to verbalize but even that isn't much as he wrestles to free himself, trying at once to sit up and swipe his tongue across Anu's face. Sneak attack!
Anu has a yelp of her own as her poor ears are attacked. She tries to slap her brother's paw away, but his squirming makes it difficult. She's so concerned with keeping her balance that she is totally defenseless against the sneakiest of attacks. "Tyr!" she barks in surprise, wibble-wobbling until she slides right off the darker wolf. She tries to wipe the male's spit from her muzzle, and every fiber of her clearly says: GROSS. She scoots back a couple steps, still swatting and rubbing at her face. Augh. So. Not. Why did he-?! Mustering up what she has decided is a playful growl, she dives back at him, keen for revenge.
"Aaahhahahahahaaaa!" He doesn't have long to gloat, though. Tyr's laughter is uproarous but soon cut short by another swift pounce to his solar plexus, whooshing out any air he had left that he hadn't expended on his merriment. He squirms, still, the best he can, trying to bear hug his sister and retaliate with sloppy big brother kisses to the face because, obviously, baby sister doesn't like it too much.
"Tyyyr!" Anu whines, trying to backpeddle. This time, sadly, she is trapped very firmly in her brother's clutches. "Stop it!" she splutters, still desperately trying to pull away. The shewolf buries her muzzle in his chest fur, trying to protect her poor, poor face. Aaaauuuugh! He's the //worst//! When she gets free, so help her!
"Awr, Nu..." Her brother placates, some concern actually spreading across his features as she seems to become upset in a very short amount of time. His ears curl forward in concern and he stops the assault of smooches long enough to allow her to lift her face up, should she choose to, and he lefts his fore limbs fall away from their grasp around her neck. "Ah'm jes' playin' wit'cher... ya'll ri'?" he churrs, poking at her forehead with his nose.
Anu does look up, albeit slowly and veryvery cautiously! Her sodden fur is stuck in flattering clumps as she nods pitifully. She's alright. Her mischievous grin blooms suddenly and is impossible to suppress, though, as she attempts to administer her own lick to Tyr's face. She makes it as soggy as she can, and aims to cover the largest section of his face as possible. Take /that/! See how he likes it! Hmph. The shewolf quickly slides off of her brother with a halfhearted nip at his leg. Not so funny now, is it brother? Ha!
"Ah, yer sneak!" he protests vehemently, though his struggles to free himself are not as urgent as they could be. Eventually he's freed but not after his own face looks just as stunningly gorgeous and spit-ridden as his sister's. "Eeeeh, loverly, Nu. Posertively stunnin'." He wrinkles his nose, shaking his head and rubbing his legs against his face to rid himself of his new makeup, rolling to his stomach when he realizes it'd be better to just give up.
Anu looks very pleased with herself, indeed. She sets herself down a safe distance from the other wolf. "It's a good look for you," she insists, grinning. Her tail even lightly sweeps the ground. "Truce?" she asks, settling further into the dirt. The last thing she wants is that as a wake up call. And their other truce has lasted this long. It seems the one act of vengeance was enough for her, this time.
"Aye," Tyr agrees, consenting to both his manly prowess and to an amicable truce. "Eat'cher dinner n'then we'll go n'bring sumthin' bigger down for a right feast. Truce feast." That decided upon, whether or not Anu agrees to it, Tyr sets about smoothing down his now spit and dirt covered pelt, turning his eyes to the warm sun to help the process. He sighs, a content noise, and chews a moment on his shoulder. Mrn.
Anu nods once and gets to her paws. Shaking her pelt, she offers a small smile to Tyr. "Don't get too comfortable," she lightly warns before trotting off, heading toward the stashed kill.