[[OPEN]] Bushels of everything but fun

[Tristren]

Tristren

"this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven..."
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A small blade of grass slowly stretched itself towards the sun after fighting its way out of the snow since it first felt the tingle of life again. Its small victory was short lived as a cold wet nose sunk it back into the powder. Smelling the scent of the new season at hand the youthful male pulled back his head and let loose a snort before returning to the stalk and snatching it up with his incisors. Not giving much thought to the taste a bland look struck across his face as he surveyed the land he was crossing. There hadn’t been any reason for alarm until now, they hadn’t crossed an invisible line blanketed in a strange pheromone, however there was something eerie and quiet about this place. Copper eyes swept over what was once probably a habitable village now laying before his traveling companion and him crunching beneath their feet.

Curiosity begged him to continue, trembling through every nerve in his body. Almost instantaneously, due to immense practice, Tristren reined in that feeling and gained complete control letting out a billow of white fog as he exhaled before bringing about forward movement. The humans had picked a very fine spot indeed, it almost seemed as if Spring visited this patch of land before the rest of the region. The snow was in retreat as small bushels of different berries, grasses and thorns sprung from their Winter homes in the ground.

His senses were sending the same message to his brain, there didn’t seem to be any present danger in the nearby area so in response his posture and muscles relaxed while he briskly made his way through what was once where many small dwellings stood. Tristren then paused to look back his expression full of concern for what excitement might explode in his young friend and mentally calculated how much effort he would have to use to try and contain said surge of energy. The male’s frame stood strong and sturdy, his dark fur starting from thick pads that insured each of his steps would land without failure. From there the dusky pigment climbed up his limbs until fading into two tones of a grey and black splotching along his back side. His face held that of a gentle mann though perhaps that was due to the mask of grey which coated the black underneath, something he was all to familiar with.

[/color]What was Kisten doing? His brow furrowed. [/font][/color]

[Kisten]

Noon was approaching and the two had been traveling for hours, fining themselves in the abandoned dwelling place of man. Though, Kisten didn’t know what the strange structures were. He hoped Tristren did. Planks of wood stuck together jutted up out of the ground, while other lay on the ground, creaking under his weight. He wasn’t sure why but this amused him. So did the shards of wood laying about. Like sticks. Kisten picked one up and shook it, opening his mouth to let it fly. It didn’t go far, but any amusement was welcome right now. His travel companion had been strangely silent and boring this day, and Kisten was itching for some play.

Nearing three years was an odd age for a varg to still be playing like a puppy. But play had been denied to him for so long, he didn’t care. At the moment ravaging some sticks seemed like the most entertaining thing in the world. Well, almost. There was something that could be more fun!

Kisten slowed, letting his brother get ahead of him before he veered to the side. Trying to be nonchalant. Make it look natural and he will expect nothing. He picked up another piece of wood and shook it, throwing it again, then pouncing on it. He looked up to his brother who was glancing over at him, Brow furrowed. The look on his face telling him exactly what he wanted to know. He was curious to what he was doing, but didn’t expect what was coming.

The stick seemed to bring him within range. He pounced at his brother, lunging towards him. There was a bush beside his brother, and if he didn’t dodge this hit, they would go tumbling into it! Just what Kisten wanted.

[Tristren]

Tristren
"this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven..."
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The two remained still for a brief second .. But what that second was composed of seemed to play out in a slow move by move dance of action and reaction. Tristren squinted his eyes to gain a better focus on what was really going on inside Kisten, there was something about his stare that made it quite obvious to his instincts before his brain that he was hiding something naughty… something that had to do with him. With the closer look his eyes could follow the coil of muscles tensing up before springing his body into a forward leap. All he could do was dig into the earth beneath him and brace for the near impact.

WAABAM

The world shifted at the speed of light as he was thrown back into the brambles of thorns and berries that he was just minutes ago investigating as a potential snack. The mann’s spine curled as he lurched himself aside from Kisten’s fluff weight… and then finally getting to his feet he turned around to face his ambusher snapping his jaws shut with an annoyed growl.

“Kisten..” he said through his teeth before closing his eyes for a split second. [/font]

When reopening them he was calm again and a ripple of relaxation tumbled underneath his fur. He planted his rump into the melting snow to scratch the irritating thorns and stickers from his fur while keeping a steady eye on Kisten. [/color]Oh what a process this will be.[/font]

He could tell his companion wanted to rough house, which was something Tristren tried not to indulge in. It never led to anything good except perhaps to wear down those stricken by boredom. However after traveling so many miles they were all but in need of releasing energy which excluded them from the previous category. But there was always something in the look of his eyes.. The innocence maybe? The fact that he knew he had secured a life long friend who cared not of his past and was truly good natured? Either way it was always hard to resist.[/color][/font]

[Kisten]

His leap took him forward plowing right into the side of his brother, sending the two tumbling into a group of bushes, becoming a tangle of legs and fur. There was a short scuffle before Tristren finally managed to get to his feet. He turned on the Mann, maw clamped in a short snarl. A snarl that Kisten assumed was his name. But the word was lost in the guttural growl. Kisten could have stood there, still and quiet, while his partner calmed down. But that would be no fun! The topple had freed the bundle of energy he had been trying to keep down. He exploded with it. Hardly able to keep still. The energy could almost be seen radiating fro him.

His front fell to the ground. He gave a short bark before lunging at his partners muzzle giving a quick snap right in front of his nose. Close enough he would feel the wind rush by with his eyes shut the way they were, but far enough away that his maw could be retracted before Tristren could bite it off. He didn’t know if Tristren would, but he knew it was possible for a wolf to at least try and be quick enough to get a hold of it. The scar across his muzzle was proof. A reminder from his old pack of the treatment he received from them.

Without a seconds pause, he turned and ran a few feet, twisting around to see if his brother had taken suite. But he was still standing there. Kisten couldn’t keep still but he couldn’t go back near his friend, or he might not have enough of a head start on the chase. He ran around him instead. Darting to one side, then the other. Circling and weaving. Stopping and dipping his front end every now and then.

A puppyish whine escaped his maw as he ran. Taunting, teasing, pleading for play! Saying with out words, Here I am, come get me! Catch me if you can! a plea Tristren rarely ignored.

[Tristren]

Tristren
"this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven..."
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Tristren let out a soft grumble of disapproval just before his front end lunged forward mouth sprung open like a trap waiting to feel the gentle sway of fur passing by his lips. But with Kisten darting back and forth it was almost impossible to grab on to him whilst staying planted in one position. Then before Trist could make his next move it almost seemed like his partner predicted a stronger attempt at snagging him would proceed in the following moments, so spiraling out in a whirl of energy the youthful canine took off in a blur of crème chocolates only to pause in an effort to further provoke his reserved friend who in his opinion was not embracing the spirit of the life around them.

Look at him .. Acting as if he was still being fed from the stomach of other wolves! Though I suppose at that time in his life he wasn’t much of anything but a worthless mouth to feed that didn’t deserve their kindness. Humph. Tristren snorted before casually stepping towards some of the other broken down huts trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. Guess he’ll be a little disappointed that I don’t want to pursue him…he said to himself as if he was being heard. He lowered his muzzle down into the berries and started collecting as many as he could with his teeth while waiting until Kisten’s guard was down. It didn’t take very long to find the right moment to strike and when he did Tristren clamped down on the berries in his mouth causing their juice to spill out his maw in a tendril of redish drool and ooze. He pivoted in a quick step to bring himself about in the correct direction before launching his mound of muscle and flesh towards the appropriate target. If one were to look upon this scene they would surely think someone would not be coming out of this to see the light of day again. With Tristren’s detached interest in their current play and what might be a look of surprise on his fellow wolf’s face, it would not be a trouble at all to mistake this circumstance for another more dreadful.

Dirt flew up after the heavy pounding of digits hitting the ground. He hoped Kisten was ready for the impact cause here it came! Once again the two found themselves in a tumble of fur and legs. Tristren quickly found the object of his attack and gently bit on his comrade’s ear a game he use to play with her until he got to rough and she had to put him in his place. He kept his biting on the delicate side smothering the coloration from his mouth all over Kisten’s coat. If there were a bear around they would certainly smell delicious!

[Kisten]

((OOC: Sorry I've been gone for so long. Stuff came up. I should be able to RP again now though! Also, sorry it is so short! =/ I couldn't think of anything else!))


The other varg’s lack of interest in the game puzzled Kisten. He rarely ignored a taunt such as this, and only at times when their play was too plentiful and their energy too low. The chocolate varg’s irritation at the lack of fun had him distracted and sloppy. On a better day he never would have fallen for the obvious trick his brother was playing, but today? Well the heavy thud the two bodies made while colliding brought his back to his senses. Before he could wriggle away Tristren had him by the ear, spilling berry juice and slimy droll all over him.

“Uuuhg! Its in my ear!” he shouted, the liquid slowly pooling in his ear, deafening him temporarily. He wish he could shake it out, but any time he tried to wriggle away, what was a light playful hold became tighter and more aggressive. Not that his brother would ever hurt him, he knew that. This was just play, but his companion wasn’t about to lose either.

A few more pitiful attempts to get away. A few more scratches. A few more snaps. One last wriggle. He went limp, surrendering to the mann with a sigh.

Of course, it wasn’t his plan to surrender completely. The moment Tristren let him go, and he shook the goo from his ear, he would be back on him. He hoped his act was convincing enough and that the other might turn his back to him once he let go. If he didn’t? Well Kisten would think of something. He always did.