Post by V.eyron on Jan 14, 2012 19:39:22 GMT -5
OOC: N/A
NGUVU
If there was a higher power out there, they sure got a kick out of testing her.
The loner had been chasing her own tail in this godforsaken jungle of weeds for what felt like years. Though, in reality, it summed up to no more than a couple of hours. Same difference. Time is precious, precious thing. You sure as hell don’t get any younger, her Momma’ used to harass her when she would show up randomly to the molded cardboard box she and her father had shared, without a mate and subsequently without pups. Nguvu could never quite wrap around the idea of sharing her life with another canine. What the hell was the point of that? Eventually, everyone leaves or simply dies off, then your left just as alone as you were before, except with a gaping wound inside your chest that could never quite be filled. Love was overrated. So were pups. Screw ‘em all.
Anyway, all she really needed was to find this damn rabbit.
The Chow was a stout creature, with a barreled chest and a thick red mane that wrapped about broad shoulders. Perhaps not the tallest of canines, but built like a tank with a rushing pulse. So, not the most stealthy of creatures, certainly. What she lacked in agility and grace she quickly made up for with sheer power. Which, by the way, wasn’t that big of an aid when your prey happened to be so much smaller and frail than you in the first place. Nonetheless, she was hunched slightly, short, bearish muzzle gently nosing the long grasses from her sight. Chocolate colored eyes narrowing as she peeked about. Perhaps the damn thing had found it’s burrow? She had certainly chased it long enough for it eventually to circle back to safety. This situation wasn’t looking to promising, at least. Goddamnit.
Nguvu sat back on her thick haunches, nostrils flaring in irritation. She could have swore she saw the slip of a thing pass through here, just melt into the golden and green brush before just disappearing out of site. Being outsmarted by a rabbit was one hellva’ shot to the pride, that’s for sure. Pulling herself to her paws with a huff, she weeded her way back from where she had came, path easily seen by the large, streamline section of grass that had been crushed upon her lumbering arrival. Damn, this su-...Oh! Nguvu froze, the rustling of a small creature on the run clearly invading her senses. On impulse, she shot off, head low and ears peaked to try to pinpoint the exact location of the glorious sound. It took a moment, but the rabbit slowly appeared as a zipping shadow low against the stalks of the long grasses, zig-zagging this way and that in hopes of loosing it’s entirely overzealous pursuer.
The Chow began to pant as she dodged this way and that, snapping her bear-like jaws whenever she drew just close enough. Her latest lunge had been somewhat of a success, all things considered. Blood and bits of bone filled her mouth as she latched onto one of the long legs of the rabbit, wasting no time in pulling it out of the thicken parts of the foliage. Foot still in mouth, Nguvu grabbed at its back with her paw, holding it still adequately enough to remove her canines from its leg, to the tender flesh of its fragile neck. All it took was one half-powered bit before it’s neck, and it’s life gave way to the cold unknown of death. The chow dropped the carcass to the ground, along with her backside, chest heaving as attempted to catch up on her breaths. It was hard being a ‘lil chunky, then being expected to run around a field, in the sun, after a rodent one ninth the size of you. Despite this, a toothy grin carved it’s way onto her features, a chuckle bubbling up from her chest, which turned into a full blown howl of delight. “‘Ya thinkin’ yous jus’ gonna’ runs’ an’ ain’t gonna’ get’cho’ seff’ catched?” She added pressure to her howl, now standing on her fours and circling the dead rabbit with a victory stance, “‘Whu’ now, fucka’! What’chu’ gonna’ do wit’ dem’ broked-up legs? Ol’ Dozer tells ya’, nuttin’! Nuttin’ ats all!”
It was the small victories that really counted.
I cannot name this, I cannot explain this. And I really don’t want to. Baby, just call me shameless.
[/i][/color][/left]NGUVU
Just please don’t name this, please don’t explain this, blame it all on me, say I was shameless.
[/i][/color][/left]If there was a higher power out there, they sure got a kick out of testing her.
The loner had been chasing her own tail in this godforsaken jungle of weeds for what felt like years. Though, in reality, it summed up to no more than a couple of hours. Same difference. Time is precious, precious thing. You sure as hell don’t get any younger, her Momma’ used to harass her when she would show up randomly to the molded cardboard box she and her father had shared, without a mate and subsequently without pups. Nguvu could never quite wrap around the idea of sharing her life with another canine. What the hell was the point of that? Eventually, everyone leaves or simply dies off, then your left just as alone as you were before, except with a gaping wound inside your chest that could never quite be filled. Love was overrated. So were pups. Screw ‘em all.
Anyway, all she really needed was to find this damn rabbit.
The Chow was a stout creature, with a barreled chest and a thick red mane that wrapped about broad shoulders. Perhaps not the tallest of canines, but built like a tank with a rushing pulse. So, not the most stealthy of creatures, certainly. What she lacked in agility and grace she quickly made up for with sheer power. Which, by the way, wasn’t that big of an aid when your prey happened to be so much smaller and frail than you in the first place. Nonetheless, she was hunched slightly, short, bearish muzzle gently nosing the long grasses from her sight. Chocolate colored eyes narrowing as she peeked about. Perhaps the damn thing had found it’s burrow? She had certainly chased it long enough for it eventually to circle back to safety. This situation wasn’t looking to promising, at least. Goddamnit.
Nguvu sat back on her thick haunches, nostrils flaring in irritation. She could have swore she saw the slip of a thing pass through here, just melt into the golden and green brush before just disappearing out of site. Being outsmarted by a rabbit was one hellva’ shot to the pride, that’s for sure. Pulling herself to her paws with a huff, she weeded her way back from where she had came, path easily seen by the large, streamline section of grass that had been crushed upon her lumbering arrival. Damn, this su-...Oh! Nguvu froze, the rustling of a small creature on the run clearly invading her senses. On impulse, she shot off, head low and ears peaked to try to pinpoint the exact location of the glorious sound. It took a moment, but the rabbit slowly appeared as a zipping shadow low against the stalks of the long grasses, zig-zagging this way and that in hopes of loosing it’s entirely overzealous pursuer.
The Chow began to pant as she dodged this way and that, snapping her bear-like jaws whenever she drew just close enough. Her latest lunge had been somewhat of a success, all things considered. Blood and bits of bone filled her mouth as she latched onto one of the long legs of the rabbit, wasting no time in pulling it out of the thicken parts of the foliage. Foot still in mouth, Nguvu grabbed at its back with her paw, holding it still adequately enough to remove her canines from its leg, to the tender flesh of its fragile neck. All it took was one half-powered bit before it’s neck, and it’s life gave way to the cold unknown of death. The chow dropped the carcass to the ground, along with her backside, chest heaving as attempted to catch up on her breaths. It was hard being a ‘lil chunky, then being expected to run around a field, in the sun, after a rodent one ninth the size of you. Despite this, a toothy grin carved it’s way onto her features, a chuckle bubbling up from her chest, which turned into a full blown howl of delight. “‘Ya thinkin’ yous jus’ gonna’ runs’ an’ ain’t gonna’ get’cho’ seff’ catched?” She added pressure to her howl, now standing on her fours and circling the dead rabbit with a victory stance, “‘Whu’ now, fucka’! What’chu’ gonna’ do wit’ dem’ broked-up legs? Ol’ Dozer tells ya’, nuttin’! Nuttin’ ats all!”
It was the small victories that really counted.
