04-27-2011, 09:44 AM
OOc: word of the day +1,
Curious sounds reached rust colored ears as Viggo was exploring the area surrounding the hotel. A jamboree of small growls and the clack of sticks on sticks, or sticks on other wood reached him, and unable to stand not knowing the cause, he had chosen to investigate. Not that this was typical of him, life had taught his that curiosity often punished those with it. As he moved into a small clearing he saw a giant brute of a grey wolf smacking and throwing sharpened sticks against a tree. Today might just be one of those days when life punishes those who want to know what is going on.
The small wolf stood quietly for a moment, studying the man. His body was incredibly strong, and he seemed to not only have the training of a warrior, but also the physique. Not to mention he seemed really, really pissed off at life. Pretty much, he was everything Viggo was running from. Well, provided he was gay and/or enjoyed raping his nephews. A small growl escaped his without thought before he stopped himself. Oh....shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Please no.... He just knew the other wolf had heard it. This wolf was a trained killer, no sound, much less a growl would escape his attentions.
Quickly he took a step back, only managing to exacerbate the situation by the betrayal of twigs cracking beneath his foot paw. A mental image of this wolf walking over and murdering crossed his mind and he shuddered. Tail and ears dropping, his heart thudded, wondering what might happen.
Curious sounds reached rust colored ears as Viggo was exploring the area surrounding the hotel. A jamboree of small growls and the clack of sticks on sticks, or sticks on other wood reached him, and unable to stand not knowing the cause, he had chosen to investigate. Not that this was typical of him, life had taught his that curiosity often punished those with it. As he moved into a small clearing he saw a giant brute of a grey wolf smacking and throwing sharpened sticks against a tree. Today might just be one of those days when life punishes those who want to know what is going on.
The small wolf stood quietly for a moment, studying the man. His body was incredibly strong, and he seemed to not only have the training of a warrior, but also the physique. Not to mention he seemed really, really pissed off at life. Pretty much, he was everything Viggo was running from. Well, provided he was gay and/or enjoyed raping his nephews. A small growl escaped his without thought before he stopped himself. Oh....shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Please no.... He just knew the other wolf had heard it. This wolf was a trained killer, no sound, much less a growl would escape his attentions.
Quickly he took a step back, only managing to exacerbate the situation by the betrayal of twigs cracking beneath his foot paw. A mental image of this wolf walking over and murdering crossed his mind and he shuddered. Tail and ears dropping, his heart thudded, wondering what might happen.