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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Jan 9, 2012 5:22:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/2d5mah.jpg] The day was gorgeous - bright, clear sky and a warm sun with just enough of a gentle breeze to combat the heat. One such a day as this one, the park was bustling with activity; particularly of the picnicker and hiker variety. Trinell, for all her love of the outdoors, wasn't at the park to picnic or hike. No, she was there to fully enjoy the outdoors - and not with the weak, limited senses of a human.
She ran around in the woods, jumping and rolling and throwing herself every which way. If anyone saw her, all they would really see was a very happy dog - because Trinell would be gone before they could recognize her as a wolf - playing in the woods. It was a good day to be alive, and an even better day to be a Shifter.
After a few more moments of puppy-like excitement, Trinell shook the debris from her thick coat and looked around, sniffing the air for any familiar scents. Quickly she picked up on a few of her fellow Thieves wandering around but she ignored them in favor of a more familiar scent, one that she had been getting more and more acquainted with as of late.
Taavi.
Barking quietly in excitement, the gray wolf jumped into a trot towards her friend, her paws barely making a sound on the well-cushioned forest floor. Taavi wasn't very close, but it wasn't as if Trinell didn't run for miles and miles without stopping on a regular basis so Trinell didn't even notice; especially not when she settled into a ground-eating lope that was all too familiar to her wolf body.
It didn't take long for Taavi's scent to start mingling with other, more human, scents. Trinell noted the smell of picnic foods and all the different smells of - oh god did that girl have enough perfume on? Eugh! - the people that were around the area. She also noted how she was getting closer and closer to the edge of the woods with every step she took and so slowed her lope down to a prancing trot, her ears perked and tail up as she looked for her friend.
Aha! There she was! Trinell flashed a wolfish grin as she found her friend slyly sneaking a large chunk of meat out of one of the un-watched picnic baskets. The wolf Shifter couldn't help the amused huff that she made as Taavi slipped away from the people and, once in the safety of the woods, flicked her tail and held her head up proudly, prancing along until she found a place she deemed safe; a little niche next to a large old tree where a wide tree had fallen against it.
Trinell watched the little fox settle down and waited until she was comfortably eating before sneaking around the opposite side of the tree. Carefully, so as not to disturb Taavi, Trinell put her front paws on the bark of the tree - thank god, it wasn't the flaky, crunchy bark that made a lot of noise - and waited a moment. Just in case Taavi had actually heard and was paying more attention.
The eating sounds didn't stop so Trinell, with the most shit-eating grin a wolf could wear, promptly launched herself over the log and dropped almost directly on top of Taavi while simultaneously letting out a fierce bark. Knowing Taavi's violent tendencies however, meant that Trinell also knew that the fox did not react well to being surprised. So to avoid having the feisty little vixen attach herself to her throat, Trinell leaped back and away from her friend, dropping her head and raising her tail while presenting her side to Taavi. Her wagging tail, perked ears, and glowing, laughing eyes were completed by the massive grin on her maw, her tongue hanging out as she panted happiness.
"Hi Taav! How's it hangin'?"
Her grin grew. Oh, Taavi was going to kill her. Painfully and possibly skin her for a new fur coat. Trinell huffed again, this time with laughter.
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Post by Rena DeVito on Jan 9, 2012 14:17:39 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad340/Toki_Graphix/Regular%20PT/Taavi---Red-Fox-1.png] Taavi trotted easily through the park, warm sunshine flooding all over her rust-colored coat. Humans littered the park, running around with their dogs, throwing Frisbees, and oh? What was this? It appeared that the wonderful weather today warranted picnics! Taavi licked her chops, sharp teeth glinting briefly. Taavi had no job, so she made what she could by pick-pocketing. That money mostly went towards a rent of a hovel that she called home. As for the tiny fox-girl getting food? Well, that usually turned into an adventure of some kind. Taavi kept a wide distance between her and the humans, remembering that she was supposed to be a "shy woodland creature." - as if. With an amused snort - for Taavi was hardly shy - the vixen disappeared into the bushes just as a child pointed and shouted to his mother about seeing a fox. On the other side of the park - where the picnic baskets were helpfully located close to several dense bushes - the fox crouched, tail flicking impatiently.
As she waited, Taavi began to shift through the scents that wafted towards her on a warm breeze. There was the thick scent of perfume, ick; an enormous amount of food smells, which made Taavi's head practically swim; and of course the smell of humans, their pets, and other normal park smells. Taavi's attention jerked back to the family as she realized the father and son had gotten up to play baseball, and the mother had stopped unpacking the basket to watch the family. Head down and tail streaming straight out behind her, Taavi noiselessly snuck towards the basket. Breathing in deeply, Taavi noted that there was the thick scent of some sort of meat in the basket, a sweet pastry - perhaps pie? - and an assortment of fruit, vegetables, and condiments. Taavi wanted the damn pie. The fox stepped up next to the basket - well aware of how easily she could fit inside it - and put her two front paws on the edge before sticking her head inside. The pie was deep inside the basket beyond Taavi's current reach. She glanced back at the mother to determine if she had time to go for it, but quickly realized that the mother's attention on her two 'boys' was waning. The fox snatched up the nearest thing - a thick piece of already cooked meat - and made for the bushes. Once safely hidden in their leafy embrace, she took a moment to look back and see the mother digging through the basket, obviously searching for the meat Taavi had just taken off her hands. With a satisfied sniff, the fox trotted through the woods, towards a log she had seen earlier that day.
A fallen tree leaned up against an upright tree, creating a very tiny - almost cave like - area where Taavi could snuggle up into and enjoy her stolen prize - even if it wasn't pie. With satisfied grunt, the fox began to rip the meat apart and grind it up before swallowing. The thick scent of the meat was heady, and filled Taavi's senses with its scent, texture and taste. The fox allowed herself to be swallowed up in bliss for a few brief minutes. Considering how deeply Taavi was enjoying her dinner, Trinell's leap-attack and bark came as no little surprise to the vixen. "HOLY SHIT MONKEYS!" Taavi exclaimed as she was side-swept by a fucking semi-truck. Simutaneously to shouting her surprise and fright, Taavi whipped her head around snapped at the intruder's throat. A surge of disappointment flooded Taavi as her teeth merely snagged on a couple pieces of hair from the animal's fur. Taavi stood over her meat, snarling fiercely. "YOU WANT MY GODDAMN MEAT? COME AND FUCKING GET IT YOU SON OF A BITCH. I'LL GIVE YOU YOUR OWN DAMN ASS ON A SILVER PLATTER TO EAT." Taavi yipped, blind rage preventing her from realizing that it was Trinell who stood in front of her.
"Hi Taav! How's it hangin'?" Taavi blinked, growl half dying in her throat. She blinked a couple of times, allowing the red-rage to clear from her eyes before she recognized Trinell's smiling eyes and smirk-y grin. "FUCKING HELL TRINELL!" Taavi exploded once more - completely forgetting that she had yet to speak to Trinell in any form. Instead, she allowed her anger to force her into reacting how she usually did to Trinell's antics - attacking her and cussing her out. The smaller canine launched herself at the larger one, potty-mouth in fullblown action. "WHAT THE FUCK POSSESSED YOU TO DO A SHIT THING LIKE THAT? GODDAMNIT, I WAS FUCKING ENJOYING A FUCKING LUNCH AND YOU DECIDED IT'S FUCKING TIME TO SHIT WITH ME? I'LL FUCK YOU UP, I SWEAR IT." Despite all the anger and bluster in Taavi's speech, she did little more than graze her teeth over Trinell's coat. The most she would hurt Trinell at this point would be a couple of nips and pinches. Calming somewhat, Taavi stopped attacking Trinell and stalked back over to her meat stiff-legged. "I hope you don't think you're getting any of this. Go find your own goddamn food." Taavi huffed irritably as she plopped back down by her food and took a bite. She was still completely oblivious to the fact that she was actually talking - talking - to Trinell.
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Just an fyi, I determined at least a YEAR AGO that the first words Trinell would ever hear Taavi say would be "Holy shit monkeys."
You're welcome.
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