09-07-2011, 05:50 PM
8D
He spoke to it calmly, but the bull was not as placid as usual. Dawali studied him as he moo'd, curious about his behavior. Usually, when they "spoke", the bull was just standing there, sometimes grunting, eating grass and seemingly oblivious to just about anything but that fact. Sure, there were times when the bull was aware of Dawali's presence, but the red wolf felt that the creature was just as focused simply on the stuff it was eating most of the time. Now, however, the bull was clearly foused on Dawali. As he bellowed again and started moving towards the wolf at greater and greater speeds, Dawali barked with surprise and stepped sideways and away from the fence quickly. The little agility he had left in him came into play and Dawali continued to bounce away from the fences as the bull crashed into it, the wood creaking and screaming as the fibres broke and cracks began appearing. It became bent as the bull's force pushed on it, and t was not hard to guess that the old wood would not hold.
Startled, Dawali continued away from the bull, staring at his battle to either get out, or get to him. But there was no affection (if there had ever been affection) in the bull's behavior. More than anything else, Dawali felt he had reason to be worried, and as he backed away with controlled steps, the Village somewhere behind him, he kept his yellow eyes fixed on the moving bull. The cows nearby seemed to think nothing was out of the ordinary.
He spoke to it calmly, but the bull was not as placid as usual. Dawali studied him as he moo'd, curious about his behavior. Usually, when they "spoke", the bull was just standing there, sometimes grunting, eating grass and seemingly oblivious to just about anything but that fact. Sure, there were times when the bull was aware of Dawali's presence, but the red wolf felt that the creature was just as focused simply on the stuff it was eating most of the time. Now, however, the bull was clearly foused on Dawali. As he bellowed again and started moving towards the wolf at greater and greater speeds, Dawali barked with surprise and stepped sideways and away from the fence quickly. The little agility he had left in him came into play and Dawali continued to bounce away from the fences as the bull crashed into it, the wood creaking and screaming as the fibres broke and cracks began appearing. It became bent as the bull's force pushed on it, and t was not hard to guess that the old wood would not hold.
Startled, Dawali continued away from the bull, staring at his battle to either get out, or get to him. But there was no affection (if there had ever been affection) in the bull's behavior. More than anything else, Dawali felt he had reason to be worried, and as he backed away with controlled steps, the Village somewhere behind him, he kept his yellow eyes fixed on the moving bull. The cows nearby seemed to think nothing was out of the ordinary.