Post by Cyrus on Nov 14, 2008 16:32:12 GMT -5
Location: Open Countryside
Involved:
Sarge, Adol. Male Dog
Bailey, Adol. Female Dog
Alsoomse, Female Dog
It wasn't that late, early spring had a nice cool breeze to it as the sun filtered down from overhead. The breeze was what had Bailey in this part of the country to begin with. The scent of dogs, not wolves, had drifted to her sensitive nose. While she'd smelt other dogs on the winds before, this was a large group of them and the young shedogs curiosity was well.. set on /fire/ when she caught it. Unfourtunately for her and her lack of luck, she'd bolted across a hidden rabbit snare. One that she figures had been left eons ago and just happened to lay waiting specifically for her. Where she normally could have gnawed the thing off, the speed at which she has bolted through it knotted the line good, twisting her leg in the process. The quiet of the country side now was disturbed by the long string of curse words that came spilling out of her maw.
Wide nose to the ground, snuffling up melting snow and mud alike, Sarge seems to be on a mission. His muscles bunch and flex, then release fluidly with each step. His ears flap with each pawstep, his claws kicking up little flecks of mud. The dog's muzzle chops flap with each inhail, too, giving him a rather comical, floopy-type appearance; but he's all business, of course. His attention perks at the choice language that comes floating on the breeze, and he wrinkles his brown in response, "Who's there?" he barks out, voice booming and commanding.
Hunting, its always been something Alsoomse enjoyed. The large bear like looking dog is making her way into the countryside to find said foods. Large paws carry her swifting through the melting snow and muddy ground while her tail sways behind her like a flag. She pauses a moment while ears flick forward, maw twitches as she takes in the air and then starts to make a bee line towards where she caught voices to see what is going on.
Bailey is too wrapped up in her stinging leg and the pressure from the wire to notice the mastiff looking dog not far off. The mutt continues to curse outrageously, as if she insulted the snare enough it would just /let/ her go. Its when the male speaks that Bailey's head snaps up and her fur bristles ridgedly along her neck and back all the way to her slender tail. Dark eyes narrow and she growls cautiously, "Depends. Who's askin?" If you want her for lunch, well then her name is Medium Rare, if your nice then its probably 'getmetheF***outofthisfreakingsnare!' The female approaching in the distance isn't noticed yet either, full attention plastered on the male.
Sarge huffs heavily out of his mouth, causing his jowls to sigh rather comically, and he takes a moment to regan his composure with a quick tongue swipe across his muzzle. "Bad form, missy!" he retorts, straightening his shoulders a bit as he alters course to head closer to the female. Her awrning signs don't ruffle his fur, as it were, instead his eyes take a good long look at her snare. "Bad form, indeed, getting a snare 'round ye' like that!" Wotwot! Sarge gives her a long, steady look, before his hunting-driven nose begins snuffling at the snare, trying to find the source of the spike in the ground.
Alsoomse mms faintly as she paces forward, as if she cares who all is here. She smirks as she gets closer and closer and catches sight of the pair, one looks indeed like its caught in a snare. Well this is interesting to say the least. "Tsk tsk.." Al offers, a sly grin creeps across her maw teeth faintly seen. "My my, what to we have here? Should look where your going more pup, the place is full of things like that." Well if Al knew about it then ever else should as well of course, like duh its a given.
Bailey faulters as the other speaks and draws ever closer, snuffling at the snare. "I can /get it/," she mummbles. Stubborn female. Bailey stands awkwardly, the caught leg held out at an uncomfortable and odd angle. Huff. As this strange male goes about investing her trap, a new voice grabs the females attention and she snaps her head around, floppy ears perking. She spys the other female and scoffs, "...was in a hurry.." is all thats noticeable as her leg tweeks and she snarls, "OUCH." She glances between the two of them and narrows her eyes catiously yet her voice betrays her curiousness, "You two from that big group of dogs I keep smellin?"
A long almost /leer/ is thrown Bailey's way, "Doon't ye' scoff at free help, 'specially where yer in nooo position t'complain!" /HUFFSNORT/ As he continues to investigate, both the snare and the ground where the peg is, hidden in the roots of a bush, Bailey's complains go largely unheeded, save a heavy gruff in response. I'm /workin'/, woman! But, another voice has his floppy ears perked, and he looks up, flecks of mud in his whiskers, and he bristles formally at the approaching mastiff. "No need for lectures, ma'arm. Point now is t'fix 'eet!" A curt nod is offered before Sarge digs his large paws into the soft soil, throwing mud RIGHT at Bailey's back end as he digs out the peg to loosen the snare. He stops once, wrinkling his nose at her question. "Dogs, ye'say? No." With that, he continues digging.
Alsoomse smirks as she eyes Sarge a few moments while she settles back on her haunches and tilts her head as she just watches the male work to free the snare. "Most of 'em have two pegs. The human got tired of something ripping its snare out of the ground." Gee who wcould that have been? She glances Bailey and huffs faintly. "At the farm? Yes I suppose you could I am. I suggest you stand still and stop trying to wiggle out of it, the more you move the tighter it will get on your leg. Ye don't want to deal with a wound from it on top of everything now do you?" Helpful an't she?
Bailey remains still at the other females words and sighs. Fail. She watches the male as he works, squinting and grummbling as her white pelt is splattered with mud. FABULOUS. -_-;; Head tilts to one side and she ooohs softly. "I smelled you guys, haven't found a gathering of dogs like that in awhile.. well.. ever." she drawls, eyes narrowing curiously. "You guys a pack?" She grunts as the wire jerks her abit but remains as still as she can, leg all strung out. She trys to ignore how unattractive she must look before clearing her throat and eyeing the digging male. C'mon!
Sarge snorts, moreso because there's mud in his nose than anything, but he continues to dig despite the death looks behind his back. Eventually the single peg loosens and some of the tension slacks on the line. The dog picks up his head and without hesitation, moves right past Alsoomse to another hdiden spot and begins to dig, flinging mud in /her/ direction. >D "Ee hunter's dog knows more about snares'n'ye' would," he grumbles, more to himself, and after a short bought with the mud manages to unearth the second stake. Job finished, the male lifts his head and turns to view both females, chest swelled with pride. Ohyeahhe'sd'man. But his brow wrinkles in a pupish, disgustingly adorable way, and he blinks at the both of them. "Yee're all muddy." *BRICK*
Alsoomse ohs a moment, her maw twitches. "Well sorta I suppose you could say." She offers while her ears flick forward. "Four of us so far, called the Sienna." There's a pause as Al looks to Sarge watching him a few moments as he passes her and then goes about digging and flings mud at her now. She just blinks, as if what he did just killed her or something. "Are you looking for a reason for me to kill you?" Al questions with a low tone, air hissing out from her maw as a growl escapes her. How dare he kick mud at HER..
Bailey shakes her leg from the wire and whinces breifly, the appendage rather tender. She eyes her white form.. well.. slightly off-white now and muddy, and sighs, using a paw to brush off what she can before eyeing the male. Eyes squint and she snuffles, "Thankyou.." comes her statement to him before she regaurds the female again curiously, "Oh.." The look on her face is one of almost longing before she clears her throat and dips her maw, "Names Bailey.. I caught yalls scent on the wind. Figured I'd come check it out.." Her gaze slides back to the male and then the female, her back leg held up protectively from the ground.
Sarge rolls his eyes at Alsoomse, chuffing rather uninterestedly at him, "Doon't ruffler yer' spine," he offers, shaking off a forepaw and wiping the mud off in a small patch of nearby snow, "'Eet washes out." Job done, and wonderfully done at that, Sarge moves back toward Bailey and the now discarded snare, grabbing the line between his teeth and proceeding to bury the entire lot in one of the holes he had made. "Me man use te'set these," he grumbles to himself, shoulders arching into the sky as he digs, "Damn tings'er fer rabbits, not dogs." After a moment, the large male is done his task, satisfied that /that/ snare won't catch anymore dogs, and glances to Bailey then, /ignoring/ the other female. Huffsnort. "Pack o'dogs?" he muses, "Nae', I've seen none o'them, save jest now." Tailwag.
Alsoomse growls lowly at Sarge, a warning it seems. A ear flicks forward and then back. "Yes a pack of dogs, you got mud in yer ears or something boy?" She questions with a shake of her large head. There's a pause as name is given from the female. "I'm Alsoomse. An the snares don't get what they catch as long they catch it."
Bailey clears her throat curiously and ahems, "Do you have a.. a.. leader I should talk to? Or.. is that you?" she questions curiously, floppy ears arching forwards as she lets her gaze slide to the male. She can't help but snicker faintly at his happy antics and carefree tail wag as she shakes her head and lets her attention drift back to the larger female; Alsoomse. Baileys tail, curled faintly over her bag, wags slowly back and forth as she stands awkwardly, finally deciding to slide back gently on her haunches.
Business-like, Sarge's head snaps to attention and he trots forward a few purposeful paces. Squaring his shoulders, he returns Alsoomse's growl with a low one of his own, rising from deep within his chest, and he bellows a sharp bark, "At /ease/, ma'rm," he half-snarls, hackles stiff but not quite raised, "Yer mouth can get ye' into more trouble than yer worth." Huffsnort. Sarge eyes the mastiff through squinted eyes for a moment but does not stand down, confident in his masculinity*coughhack* against the female. Bailey is giving a brief, softer glance, but his ears twitch at her request to join the dog pack. Eh? WTF for?
"Jette's the leader, I'm just part of the group." Alsoomse offers after a moment, well she is there fighter, or is it protector now? What ever she's the muscle, Jette's the brains. Her gaze slowly turns back to Sarge as the other is in front of her growling and hackles raised.. Oo.. What is THIS? The large female shifts up onto her paws, hackles lifting and eyes seem to take on a sudden feral look to them while her maw opens. "Don't try me pup.." She growls out, fangs slightly seen while her head lowers in a fighting stance it would seem before a grin crosses her maw, but its not because she's playing around she's rather excitied.
Bailey nods her head slowly at the mention of this Jette before the static between the two seems to crackle in the air. Blink. The 45 pound mutt wasn't about to get inbetween no fight among these two and so the shedog clears her throat and slowly stands. "I think it's time for dinner. Hopefully I can meet this Jette later.. Pleasure to meet you Alsoomse." To the male she simply dips her head, never having gotten his name, "Thankyou again," is all she comments before turning and slowly limping away. Yeah, dinner and a friggen BATH. *fumefume*
[ Bailey has left. ]
-- There's more to this but I logged off, it'll be posted when they finish. XD --
Involved:
Sarge, Adol. Male Dog
Bailey, Adol. Female Dog
Alsoomse, Female Dog
It wasn't that late, early spring had a nice cool breeze to it as the sun filtered down from overhead. The breeze was what had Bailey in this part of the country to begin with. The scent of dogs, not wolves, had drifted to her sensitive nose. While she'd smelt other dogs on the winds before, this was a large group of them and the young shedogs curiosity was well.. set on /fire/ when she caught it. Unfourtunately for her and her lack of luck, she'd bolted across a hidden rabbit snare. One that she figures had been left eons ago and just happened to lay waiting specifically for her. Where she normally could have gnawed the thing off, the speed at which she has bolted through it knotted the line good, twisting her leg in the process. The quiet of the country side now was disturbed by the long string of curse words that came spilling out of her maw.
Wide nose to the ground, snuffling up melting snow and mud alike, Sarge seems to be on a mission. His muscles bunch and flex, then release fluidly with each step. His ears flap with each pawstep, his claws kicking up little flecks of mud. The dog's muzzle chops flap with each inhail, too, giving him a rather comical, floopy-type appearance; but he's all business, of course. His attention perks at the choice language that comes floating on the breeze, and he wrinkles his brown in response, "Who's there?" he barks out, voice booming and commanding.
Hunting, its always been something Alsoomse enjoyed. The large bear like looking dog is making her way into the countryside to find said foods. Large paws carry her swifting through the melting snow and muddy ground while her tail sways behind her like a flag. She pauses a moment while ears flick forward, maw twitches as she takes in the air and then starts to make a bee line towards where she caught voices to see what is going on.
Bailey is too wrapped up in her stinging leg and the pressure from the wire to notice the mastiff looking dog not far off. The mutt continues to curse outrageously, as if she insulted the snare enough it would just /let/ her go. Its when the male speaks that Bailey's head snaps up and her fur bristles ridgedly along her neck and back all the way to her slender tail. Dark eyes narrow and she growls cautiously, "Depends. Who's askin?" If you want her for lunch, well then her name is Medium Rare, if your nice then its probably 'getmetheF***outofthisfreakingsnare!' The female approaching in the distance isn't noticed yet either, full attention plastered on the male.
Sarge huffs heavily out of his mouth, causing his jowls to sigh rather comically, and he takes a moment to regan his composure with a quick tongue swipe across his muzzle. "Bad form, missy!" he retorts, straightening his shoulders a bit as he alters course to head closer to the female. Her awrning signs don't ruffle his fur, as it were, instead his eyes take a good long look at her snare. "Bad form, indeed, getting a snare 'round ye' like that!" Wotwot! Sarge gives her a long, steady look, before his hunting-driven nose begins snuffling at the snare, trying to find the source of the spike in the ground.
Alsoomse mms faintly as she paces forward, as if she cares who all is here. She smirks as she gets closer and closer and catches sight of the pair, one looks indeed like its caught in a snare. Well this is interesting to say the least. "Tsk tsk.." Al offers, a sly grin creeps across her maw teeth faintly seen. "My my, what to we have here? Should look where your going more pup, the place is full of things like that." Well if Al knew about it then ever else should as well of course, like duh its a given.
Bailey faulters as the other speaks and draws ever closer, snuffling at the snare. "I can /get it/," she mummbles. Stubborn female. Bailey stands awkwardly, the caught leg held out at an uncomfortable and odd angle. Huff. As this strange male goes about investing her trap, a new voice grabs the females attention and she snaps her head around, floppy ears perking. She spys the other female and scoffs, "...was in a hurry.." is all thats noticeable as her leg tweeks and she snarls, "OUCH." She glances between the two of them and narrows her eyes catiously yet her voice betrays her curiousness, "You two from that big group of dogs I keep smellin?"
A long almost /leer/ is thrown Bailey's way, "Doon't ye' scoff at free help, 'specially where yer in nooo position t'complain!" /HUFFSNORT/ As he continues to investigate, both the snare and the ground where the peg is, hidden in the roots of a bush, Bailey's complains go largely unheeded, save a heavy gruff in response. I'm /workin'/, woman! But, another voice has his floppy ears perked, and he looks up, flecks of mud in his whiskers, and he bristles formally at the approaching mastiff. "No need for lectures, ma'arm. Point now is t'fix 'eet!" A curt nod is offered before Sarge digs his large paws into the soft soil, throwing mud RIGHT at Bailey's back end as he digs out the peg to loosen the snare. He stops once, wrinkling his nose at her question. "Dogs, ye'say? No." With that, he continues digging.
Alsoomse smirks as she eyes Sarge a few moments while she settles back on her haunches and tilts her head as she just watches the male work to free the snare. "Most of 'em have two pegs. The human got tired of something ripping its snare out of the ground." Gee who wcould that have been? She glances Bailey and huffs faintly. "At the farm? Yes I suppose you could I am. I suggest you stand still and stop trying to wiggle out of it, the more you move the tighter it will get on your leg. Ye don't want to deal with a wound from it on top of everything now do you?" Helpful an't she?
Bailey remains still at the other females words and sighs. Fail. She watches the male as he works, squinting and grummbling as her white pelt is splattered with mud. FABULOUS. -_-;; Head tilts to one side and she ooohs softly. "I smelled you guys, haven't found a gathering of dogs like that in awhile.. well.. ever." she drawls, eyes narrowing curiously. "You guys a pack?" She grunts as the wire jerks her abit but remains as still as she can, leg all strung out. She trys to ignore how unattractive she must look before clearing her throat and eyeing the digging male. C'mon!
Sarge snorts, moreso because there's mud in his nose than anything, but he continues to dig despite the death looks behind his back. Eventually the single peg loosens and some of the tension slacks on the line. The dog picks up his head and without hesitation, moves right past Alsoomse to another hdiden spot and begins to dig, flinging mud in /her/ direction. >D "Ee hunter's dog knows more about snares'n'ye' would," he grumbles, more to himself, and after a short bought with the mud manages to unearth the second stake. Job finished, the male lifts his head and turns to view both females, chest swelled with pride. Ohyeahhe'sd'man. But his brow wrinkles in a pupish, disgustingly adorable way, and he blinks at the both of them. "Yee're all muddy." *BRICK*
Alsoomse ohs a moment, her maw twitches. "Well sorta I suppose you could say." She offers while her ears flick forward. "Four of us so far, called the Sienna." There's a pause as Al looks to Sarge watching him a few moments as he passes her and then goes about digging and flings mud at her now. She just blinks, as if what he did just killed her or something. "Are you looking for a reason for me to kill you?" Al questions with a low tone, air hissing out from her maw as a growl escapes her. How dare he kick mud at HER..
Bailey shakes her leg from the wire and whinces breifly, the appendage rather tender. She eyes her white form.. well.. slightly off-white now and muddy, and sighs, using a paw to brush off what she can before eyeing the male. Eyes squint and she snuffles, "Thankyou.." comes her statement to him before she regaurds the female again curiously, "Oh.." The look on her face is one of almost longing before she clears her throat and dips her maw, "Names Bailey.. I caught yalls scent on the wind. Figured I'd come check it out.." Her gaze slides back to the male and then the female, her back leg held up protectively from the ground.
Sarge rolls his eyes at Alsoomse, chuffing rather uninterestedly at him, "Doon't ruffler yer' spine," he offers, shaking off a forepaw and wiping the mud off in a small patch of nearby snow, "'Eet washes out." Job done, and wonderfully done at that, Sarge moves back toward Bailey and the now discarded snare, grabbing the line between his teeth and proceeding to bury the entire lot in one of the holes he had made. "Me man use te'set these," he grumbles to himself, shoulders arching into the sky as he digs, "Damn tings'er fer rabbits, not dogs." After a moment, the large male is done his task, satisfied that /that/ snare won't catch anymore dogs, and glances to Bailey then, /ignoring/ the other female. Huffsnort. "Pack o'dogs?" he muses, "Nae', I've seen none o'them, save jest now." Tailwag.
Alsoomse growls lowly at Sarge, a warning it seems. A ear flicks forward and then back. "Yes a pack of dogs, you got mud in yer ears or something boy?" She questions with a shake of her large head. There's a pause as name is given from the female. "I'm Alsoomse. An the snares don't get what they catch as long they catch it."
Bailey clears her throat curiously and ahems, "Do you have a.. a.. leader I should talk to? Or.. is that you?" she questions curiously, floppy ears arching forwards as she lets her gaze slide to the male. She can't help but snicker faintly at his happy antics and carefree tail wag as she shakes her head and lets her attention drift back to the larger female; Alsoomse. Baileys tail, curled faintly over her bag, wags slowly back and forth as she stands awkwardly, finally deciding to slide back gently on her haunches.
Business-like, Sarge's head snaps to attention and he trots forward a few purposeful paces. Squaring his shoulders, he returns Alsoomse's growl with a low one of his own, rising from deep within his chest, and he bellows a sharp bark, "At /ease/, ma'rm," he half-snarls, hackles stiff but not quite raised, "Yer mouth can get ye' into more trouble than yer worth." Huffsnort. Sarge eyes the mastiff through squinted eyes for a moment but does not stand down, confident in his masculinity*coughhack* against the female. Bailey is giving a brief, softer glance, but his ears twitch at her request to join the dog pack. Eh? WTF for?
"Jette's the leader, I'm just part of the group." Alsoomse offers after a moment, well she is there fighter, or is it protector now? What ever she's the muscle, Jette's the brains. Her gaze slowly turns back to Sarge as the other is in front of her growling and hackles raised.. Oo.. What is THIS? The large female shifts up onto her paws, hackles lifting and eyes seem to take on a sudden feral look to them while her maw opens. "Don't try me pup.." She growls out, fangs slightly seen while her head lowers in a fighting stance it would seem before a grin crosses her maw, but its not because she's playing around she's rather excitied.
Bailey nods her head slowly at the mention of this Jette before the static between the two seems to crackle in the air. Blink. The 45 pound mutt wasn't about to get inbetween no fight among these two and so the shedog clears her throat and slowly stands. "I think it's time for dinner. Hopefully I can meet this Jette later.. Pleasure to meet you Alsoomse." To the male she simply dips her head, never having gotten his name, "Thankyou again," is all she comments before turning and slowly limping away. Yeah, dinner and a friggen BATH. *fumefume*
[ Bailey has left. ]
-- There's more to this but I logged off, it'll be posted when they finish. XD --