01-11-2010, 10:27 PM
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Sam growled again as the wolf stumbled about near the border. He didn’t seem to know which way was up, let alone where the scent line was. His lips cracked an evil smirk as the coyote decided to have some fun with this idiot. He snuck around behind him, keeping low to the ground as he did so. When he was right behind the larger canine, he growled, loud and deep.
Leaping to his feet, he glared at the wolf, his fur standing stiff on his back. “What are you doing here?” He demanded, his teeth glinting in the soft moon light. His tail waved back and forth a few times before standing stiffly upward; everything about his posture screaming hostility.
He took a step towards the other canine, wondering if he would actually get the opportunity to teach this brute a lesson. He seemed positively terrified out of his wits; Sam chuckled inwardly, relishing in the power he imagined he had.
The buzzing in his skull was making his head hurt. It was growing loud, and it was all he could do not to scratch his head like mad. Narrowing his eyes, he snapped at the air in front of him. He had almost forgotten about the wolf that was intruding. Suddenly, he lunged forward, teeth gnashing, as his mind cleared enough for him to pinpoint something to take his rage out on.
But all he was getting with his teeth was thin air; he was incapable of hitting an actual target. He bit and growled furiously, trying and failing to get a piece of the intruding wolf. He was beginning to get frustrated; he shook his head swiftly, trying to rid his addled brain of the angry buzzing that was keeping him from reaching the wolf properly. He lunged forward again, shoving into his opponent with his shoulder.
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wouldn't dream of it! crazy sam is crazy, anyway (wc: 312)
Sam growled again as the wolf stumbled about near the border. He didn’t seem to know which way was up, let alone where the scent line was. His lips cracked an evil smirk as the coyote decided to have some fun with this idiot. He snuck around behind him, keeping low to the ground as he did so. When he was right behind the larger canine, he growled, loud and deep.
Leaping to his feet, he glared at the wolf, his fur standing stiff on his back. “What are you doing here?” He demanded, his teeth glinting in the soft moon light. His tail waved back and forth a few times before standing stiffly upward; everything about his posture screaming hostility.
He took a step towards the other canine, wondering if he would actually get the opportunity to teach this brute a lesson. He seemed positively terrified out of his wits; Sam chuckled inwardly, relishing in the power he imagined he had.
The buzzing in his skull was making his head hurt. It was growing loud, and it was all he could do not to scratch his head like mad. Narrowing his eyes, he snapped at the air in front of him. He had almost forgotten about the wolf that was intruding. Suddenly, he lunged forward, teeth gnashing, as his mind cleared enough for him to pinpoint something to take his rage out on.
But all he was getting with his teeth was thin air; he was incapable of hitting an actual target. He bit and growled furiously, trying and failing to get a piece of the intruding wolf. He was beginning to get frustrated; he shook his head swiftly, trying to rid his addled brain of the angry buzzing that was keeping him from reaching the wolf properly. He lunged forward again, shoving into his opponent with his shoulder.
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