March on Soldier

Skoll Haskel · 03-16-2012, 09:41 PM

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When the cobra runs for her life, she goes like a whip-lash flicked across a horse's neck.

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His sister’s squeal was music to his ears, and the prince grinned very wickedly as he looked at her. The color of his coat was all but hidden by the splashes of mud on his cream flanks and growing legs, but Skoll was very much a boy and though a little vain had no care for his appearance. After all, one could still be big and strong, a force to be reckoned with, even all covered in mud! He giggled then pricked his ears at the sound of his brother, completing the young trio.

Ayita noted Hati’s appearance as well, and she jumped at him and knocked him down into the mud. The sight had the sun-chaser laughing; it was nice to see someone else push Hati for a change! He loved his brother, though, and loved to see his mother having fun as if she were an oversized cub herself. Her muzzle pressed him as she gave little nips, at least until the dark shape leaped from the mud and chased her into another puddle.

Charlotte answered the rallying cry, charging toward their mother, and the young Haskel wondered if he shouldn’t try to save her. It would be the right thing to do in any other case, but this was a game and he didn’t want to ruin the fun for his siblings! He giggled and growled as he began to chase after them, perhaps not as fast but tireless.

“You gonna go down, Mom!”

He didn’t fancy getting a mouthful of muddy fur like Lottie was, and so he only took advantage of his growing body to throw it against his mother, hoping to knock her over in the mud—gently if he could, of course. His tail wagged behind him, sending great sweeps of the stuff over his family.

Rikki-tikki knew that he must catch her, or all the trouble would begin again.

table by raze; image from wikipedia commons

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