01-03-2008, 07:00 AM
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He yelped in surprised. The grey pup had been comfortable with his surroundings -- the sea was calm and the breeze was light, but it would seem that there had been other things lurking beyond what he had paid attention to. Arkham excersized a lot of caution, but most of it applied to new and unknown situations or to places he had yet to familiarize himself with. The beach was a safe place, his home, and he rested easily there. It had been a long time already since they had played the meaningless toss and tumble games. Out of the den they had wandered and away from each other as well; play was a thing of the past, but the red-eyed pup had yet to venture from that and into a real fight.
What the hell's your problem!?he barked angrily as he twisted his body around. Andre's teeth had cut across his right shoulder, throwing him off balance. The younger of the two brothers snarled and was back on his feet faster than he thought he would be. Even though he had asked though, he knew there was probably no point in trying to derive reason from his sibling -- there never had been any. So instead, he found a determination to beat him, to shove him off his gigantic pedistal and prove to him that he wasn't destined for anything great at all. Teeth bared and large ears suddenly flat against his head, he ran around his brother once before striking suddenly (or what he hoped was suddenly).