Post by buck on Sept 13, 2012 21:47:26 GMT -5
Pain. Annoyance. Frustration. Confusion.
His head throbbed. The constant chattering of the red squirrel in the nearby tree wasn't helping anything. His ears flicked backwards in annoyance lips curling into a snarl while he contemplated how many ways he could rip it limb from limb. Yet his threat only caused the obnoxious creature to screech louder.
"Don't you make me come up there, you stupid rat!"
He growled, claws digging into the ground as if he was about to launch himself into the tree. Not many would exactly call Vandal sane, in fact, some would even say that 'crazy' didn't even do him justice. Where a sane wolf would move on and realize that climbing a tree wasn't an option, Vandal tried to claw his way up to the rodent. After growling and clawing and falling constantly, he finally gave up, turning his back on the creature and storming off into the trees, mumbling to himself. Yet, even in his failure, he found amusement in considering how many ways he could hurt the little animal.
He finally looked up, however, completely lost and oblivious as to how he had reached his current location. His ears perked in interest as he looked around, finding himself in a place that was completely unfamiliar. How the hell had he gotten here?? His confusion was obvious, and he spun in a circle, not even recognizing the way in which he had come. He had been enjoying mentally barbecuing the squirrel too much. Well, it had been worth it.
Yet still, he needed to figure out where he was. How he got here really wasn't of any consequence, and he could honestly care less. It wasn't like he had any intention of going back. So he moved forward, lifting his nose to sniff the air. There were faint scents of wolves around here, but from what he could tell, there was no one near right now. His ears were perked, swiveling on his head to catch every sound, his muscles tense as if he were perceiving and communicating with every single thing that surrounded him.
He stepped forward, snapping a twig and causing his muscles to flinch in surprise. Every sens on alert, hyperactive as pupils dilated and breathing quickened. His heart raced as he spun around, snarling at some unseen attacker as his fur stood on end. He stood there, snarling like the psycho he was, his eyes wide and his ears pinned back threateningly. But when no monster attacked, he relaxed, simply turning around and going on his way.
Crazy? No. He was far worse than that.
His head throbbed. The constant chattering of the red squirrel in the nearby tree wasn't helping anything. His ears flicked backwards in annoyance lips curling into a snarl while he contemplated how many ways he could rip it limb from limb. Yet his threat only caused the obnoxious creature to screech louder.
"Don't you make me come up there, you stupid rat!"
He growled, claws digging into the ground as if he was about to launch himself into the tree. Not many would exactly call Vandal sane, in fact, some would even say that 'crazy' didn't even do him justice. Where a sane wolf would move on and realize that climbing a tree wasn't an option, Vandal tried to claw his way up to the rodent. After growling and clawing and falling constantly, he finally gave up, turning his back on the creature and storming off into the trees, mumbling to himself. Yet, even in his failure, he found amusement in considering how many ways he could hurt the little animal.
He finally looked up, however, completely lost and oblivious as to how he had reached his current location. His ears perked in interest as he looked around, finding himself in a place that was completely unfamiliar. How the hell had he gotten here?? His confusion was obvious, and he spun in a circle, not even recognizing the way in which he had come. He had been enjoying mentally barbecuing the squirrel too much. Well, it had been worth it.
Yet still, he needed to figure out where he was. How he got here really wasn't of any consequence, and he could honestly care less. It wasn't like he had any intention of going back. So he moved forward, lifting his nose to sniff the air. There were faint scents of wolves around here, but from what he could tell, there was no one near right now. His ears were perked, swiveling on his head to catch every sound, his muscles tense as if he were perceiving and communicating with every single thing that surrounded him.
He stepped forward, snapping a twig and causing his muscles to flinch in surprise. Every sens on alert, hyperactive as pupils dilated and breathing quickened. His heart raced as he spun around, snarling at some unseen attacker as his fur stood on end. He stood there, snarling like the psycho he was, his eyes wide and his ears pinned back threateningly. But when no monster attacked, he relaxed, simply turning around and going on his way.
Crazy? No. He was far worse than that.