Post by Feral on Nov 8, 2010 17:09:26 GMT -5
“Ha ha! Toss 'im again!” With a yelp, the small dog found himself soaring through the air. Coming back down to earth, he was quickly snatched up in the laws of a mastiff. The big dog chuckled, swinging the small dog about momentarily, before slamming him to the earth. “Had enough little man?” Wobbling to his feet, the Italian Greyhound stared the mastiff in the eye with a snarl. ”I'd rather mate your mother. Ugly as she is.” He grinned in spite of the pain. “What? You'll pay for that!” The mastiff snarled, lunging forward. The game was over, now there was only blood.
It seemed that no amount of real danger could prevent little things from happening as well. Regardless, big or small, Stark would not let trespassers shed blood on his pack's territory. Ouh was a place for all to feel safe and welcome, and anything that went against that was swiftly dealt with. Hurting others, killing innocents, the Beauceron would not stand for it. He had been on routine check up of the pack outskirts, when he head the commotion. Grumbling to himself about the lack of a moment's peace, Stark went to investigate. What he found made her fur raise at the back of his neck and a growl echo down the path. A pack of strays intruding on his territory was enough, said strays hurting a smaller dog for their own amusement and nothing more was too much.
The mastiff and his friends didn't stand a chance. As the Beauceron stopped him in mi leap, the bigger dogs jaws clamping on the Beauceron's thick neck. He had not counted on another dog leaping into the fray. Ramming the mastiff with his shoulder, Stark sent it to the ground. ”Trespassers of Ohu, leave while you still can.” He stared the mastiff down, even as its friends surrounded him. ”Those who harm others are not welcome in Ohu.” As the mastiff slid to his feet, he smirked. ”Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it? You can't take us all on!” And with that, they lunged. Their attacks never hit home.
Cusp stared in wonder as a one eyed Saint Bernard mix licked his jaws free of blood. That mastiff wouldn't be making any pups anytime soon.” ”I can't belie you did that.” The gold and red mastiff grimaced, looking away from the bloody lipped Ippan. ”They deserved it. My great great grandfather Hiro would have done the same thing!” ”Stop going on about your stupid ancestors. You're not them. No one cares!” A short Tamaskan mix mumbled, growling in irritation as a black, taller version of herself chomped on her ear. ”Oh, be nice Rush.”
”Ahem.” The Beauceron coughed, interrupting the soldiers from their talk. Walking to the small Italian Greyhound, Stark looked him over. ”Can you walk? If you wish to leave, the path is that way.” He nodded his head in the western direction. ”Oh. Non no! Man. No way. You saved my life. I can't just leave. Let me join your pack, please? I'll prove myself capable!” The Beauceron grinned. Another for the ranks. ”Alright."
It seemed that no amount of real danger could prevent little things from happening as well. Regardless, big or small, Stark would not let trespassers shed blood on his pack's territory. Ouh was a place for all to feel safe and welcome, and anything that went against that was swiftly dealt with. Hurting others, killing innocents, the Beauceron would not stand for it. He had been on routine check up of the pack outskirts, when he head the commotion. Grumbling to himself about the lack of a moment's peace, Stark went to investigate. What he found made her fur raise at the back of his neck and a growl echo down the path. A pack of strays intruding on his territory was enough, said strays hurting a smaller dog for their own amusement and nothing more was too much.
The mastiff and his friends didn't stand a chance. As the Beauceron stopped him in mi leap, the bigger dogs jaws clamping on the Beauceron's thick neck. He had not counted on another dog leaping into the fray. Ramming the mastiff with his shoulder, Stark sent it to the ground. ”Trespassers of Ohu, leave while you still can.” He stared the mastiff down, even as its friends surrounded him. ”Those who harm others are not welcome in Ohu.” As the mastiff slid to his feet, he smirked. ”Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it? You can't take us all on!” And with that, they lunged. Their attacks never hit home.
Cusp stared in wonder as a one eyed Saint Bernard mix licked his jaws free of blood. That mastiff wouldn't be making any pups anytime soon.” ”I can't belie you did that.” The gold and red mastiff grimaced, looking away from the bloody lipped Ippan. ”They deserved it. My great great grandfather Hiro would have done the same thing!” ”Stop going on about your stupid ancestors. You're not them. No one cares!” A short Tamaskan mix mumbled, growling in irritation as a black, taller version of herself chomped on her ear. ”Oh, be nice Rush.”
”Ahem.” The Beauceron coughed, interrupting the soldiers from their talk. Walking to the small Italian Greyhound, Stark looked him over. ”Can you walk? If you wish to leave, the path is that way.” He nodded his head in the western direction. ”Oh. Non no! Man. No way. You saved my life. I can't just leave. Let me join your pack, please? I'll prove myself capable!” The Beauceron grinned. Another for the ranks. ”Alright."
