Post by ranlou on Aug 10, 2014 19:28:33 GMT -5
(reuploaded)
Mikey is Ranlou's, Grim is GalacticCrow's
A werelupe was lounging in a makeshift hammock tied up high between the arms of a tree. Above him, rotting scrapwood was nailed, connecting the two arms, and effectively shielding the sleeping lupe from any rain the leaves surrounding him failed to block. Around the base of the tree, empty pizza boxes layed in a graveyard with empty soda cans popping up like tombstones.
The werelupe's nose twitched in response to the subtle presence of someone else. His ears perked up, he was far too high in his tree for any normal neopet to notice him, but his pool of litter around the tree might be a good tip off that the tree currently had an inhabitant.
Finally the lazy werelupe opens his eyes and moves his head to peer down below.
Keepin' people out of his territory wasn't easy.
Most of the time, some stupid kids liked to make bets with one another to see who would go the furthest into his dwelling - fortunately for him, he tended to like burning the hides off of immature brats into the next war.
It was nothin' new. Every day he dealt with those disgusting, murdering little intruders and every day he felt a part of him crumble as he watched them destroy what was left of the ancient woods. The woods that HE had sworn to protect and keep alive and the woods that THEY were destroying with their pillaging and littering.
So the discovery of those foul, grease stained rotting pieces of cardboard did not surprise him whatsoever. In fact, they sparked the familiar taste of ash and the acrid smell of burning flesh that he so often craved to experience, and that scum bag hiding up in one of his precious trees was going to be his next target.
With a single huff and a growl of displeasure, as soon as the werelupe looked down, he striked - blue flames licking the bottom of the makeshift hammock and successfully bringing the bum down onto the ground; right where he wanted him.
You!" snarled Grim, "What do you think you're doin' in my trees?" Flint and the firefly nearby buzzed in response to his anger as he gazed down with steely eyes.
The werelupe had no time to react and the bottom of his hammock burst into blue flames and he came tumbling down with it. Usually graceful on his paws (at least he thinks so), he landed flat on his tailbone, directly in front of the imposing figure.
The orange lupe scowled, "What do you think I was doing?"
He barked, his eyes glinted green. He was normally a laid back kind of guy, but having his tail singed put him in a particularly bad mood.
His fur bristled and he jumped to his paws, not wanting to be looked down on.
Plus I'm pretty sure that a tree is a tree and it can't really be yours."
Unfortunately for the lupe, Grimdarke was a massive creature who was easily twice the size of the intruder. At most, the werelupe came up to his shoulder. Using this to advantage, Grimdarke looked down at the lupe with a sneer that would have surely curdled any dairy product in the vicinity. He leaned so that their nozzles just barely touched, and tendrils of steam rose from Grim's nostrils as he bared his teeth and let the flames in his blood run free, successfully singing the fur off the slighted werebeast as he snarled out his reply.
This is my forest - it is a part of me, and only I protect it - as I have for the past hundred years..." murmured the forest spirit, eyes blazing with fury and mouth dripping ash as the trees around them swayed and bent in tune with the cool autumn breeze.
You disgusting creatures have continued to kill my trees with your actions," roared Grim, "And I will no longer tolerate you and your little buddies throwin' your trash around and suffocating whats left of my home!"
He grimaced at the slight height difference, usually the taller aggressor in similar situations. But not deterred he stood his ground, even as the jerk snorted flames on him, which he did in fact splutter in response of.
The werelupe pulled his lips back into a snarl to reveal his sharp fangs, "Well mister angry forest spirit." He ground out, "having people live in a forest is kind of a standard thing."
And I'm not to thrilled at being called disgusting by the likes of you. Maybe if you ventured out of this dump you call a forest- and let's be honest it was a dump long before I got here- you'd realize your not so pretty yourself. "
The werelupe realized he was walking on thin ice here, he wasn't that stupid. But he was kinda peeved at the moment, and if there was something he learned from his new friends, was that settling a dispute with a spirit went the cleanest by settling it there and then, as opposed to letting it continue. Whether it was ugly or not, he didn't want this to last very long.
Lips curling in amusement at the young werelupe's anger, Grim let out yet another huff as he laughed at the response given. He continued to peer down at the unknown boy, baffled by how he had so blatantly insulted both him and the ancient woods around the two of them.
Silly little creature," snorted Grim, righteous fury beginning to rise as his eyes bore into the obviously dimwitted lupes'. "This forest is older than both you and ALL of your ancestors, and yet you dare to insult it?"
Temper flaring, Grim roared and knocked the werelupe down, flames arising furiously along his paws and from every open pore found on the spirit's body. "YOU DARE INSULT ME, THE SPIRIT OF THESE WOODS?" bellowed Grim, looming over the now downed lupe.
I SHOULD RIP YOUR THROAT OUT FOR DARING TO EVEN ENTER MY DOMAIN! I SHOULD SMITE YOU OUT EXISTENCE - NO!" mid-rant he stopped, breathing heavily as the flames began to die down. Grim dropped his once deafening tone to a mere whisper, the wind picking up as the ashes around them spread themselves among the dead leaves.
I should teach you a little lesson, the one I have taught all the others...Take your life as you know it far, far away..." All at once the great beast seemed to still, and he removed himself from towering over the intruder. He suddenly grinned a horrifying smile, flames spilling from his mouth as the trees began to sway and close in around them.
Oh yes...the trees and I would just LOVE to teach you to not come here..."
Soon, leaves began to circle around the lupe, the wind around him whispering and warning him that mortals such as he should not be in these woods, that they were dying and with them the spirit was as well. "Leave, leave!" they seemed to chant, but yet the spirit known as Grimdarke did not move to stop them - in fact, he seemed to enjoy the effect they had on the werelupe.
Mikey is Ranlou's, Grim is GalacticCrow's
A werelupe was lounging in a makeshift hammock tied up high between the arms of a tree. Above him, rotting scrapwood was nailed, connecting the two arms, and effectively shielding the sleeping lupe from any rain the leaves surrounding him failed to block. Around the base of the tree, empty pizza boxes layed in a graveyard with empty soda cans popping up like tombstones.
The werelupe's nose twitched in response to the subtle presence of someone else. His ears perked up, he was far too high in his tree for any normal neopet to notice him, but his pool of litter around the tree might be a good tip off that the tree currently had an inhabitant.
Finally the lazy werelupe opens his eyes and moves his head to peer down below.
Keepin' people out of his territory wasn't easy.
Most of the time, some stupid kids liked to make bets with one another to see who would go the furthest into his dwelling - fortunately for him, he tended to like burning the hides off of immature brats into the next war.
It was nothin' new. Every day he dealt with those disgusting, murdering little intruders and every day he felt a part of him crumble as he watched them destroy what was left of the ancient woods. The woods that HE had sworn to protect and keep alive and the woods that THEY were destroying with their pillaging and littering.
So the discovery of those foul, grease stained rotting pieces of cardboard did not surprise him whatsoever. In fact, they sparked the familiar taste of ash and the acrid smell of burning flesh that he so often craved to experience, and that scum bag hiding up in one of his precious trees was going to be his next target.
With a single huff and a growl of displeasure, as soon as the werelupe looked down, he striked - blue flames licking the bottom of the makeshift hammock and successfully bringing the bum down onto the ground; right where he wanted him.
You!" snarled Grim, "What do you think you're doin' in my trees?" Flint and the firefly nearby buzzed in response to his anger as he gazed down with steely eyes.
The werelupe had no time to react and the bottom of his hammock burst into blue flames and he came tumbling down with it. Usually graceful on his paws (at least he thinks so), he landed flat on his tailbone, directly in front of the imposing figure.
The orange lupe scowled, "What do you think I was doing?"
He barked, his eyes glinted green. He was normally a laid back kind of guy, but having his tail singed put him in a particularly bad mood.
His fur bristled and he jumped to his paws, not wanting to be looked down on.
Plus I'm pretty sure that a tree is a tree and it can't really be yours."
Unfortunately for the lupe, Grimdarke was a massive creature who was easily twice the size of the intruder. At most, the werelupe came up to his shoulder. Using this to advantage, Grimdarke looked down at the lupe with a sneer that would have surely curdled any dairy product in the vicinity. He leaned so that their nozzles just barely touched, and tendrils of steam rose from Grim's nostrils as he bared his teeth and let the flames in his blood run free, successfully singing the fur off the slighted werebeast as he snarled out his reply.
This is my forest - it is a part of me, and only I protect it - as I have for the past hundred years..." murmured the forest spirit, eyes blazing with fury and mouth dripping ash as the trees around them swayed and bent in tune with the cool autumn breeze.
You disgusting creatures have continued to kill my trees with your actions," roared Grim, "And I will no longer tolerate you and your little buddies throwin' your trash around and suffocating whats left of my home!"
He grimaced at the slight height difference, usually the taller aggressor in similar situations. But not deterred he stood his ground, even as the jerk snorted flames on him, which he did in fact splutter in response of.
The werelupe pulled his lips back into a snarl to reveal his sharp fangs, "Well mister angry forest spirit." He ground out, "having people live in a forest is kind of a standard thing."
And I'm not to thrilled at being called disgusting by the likes of you. Maybe if you ventured out of this dump you call a forest- and let's be honest it was a dump long before I got here- you'd realize your not so pretty yourself. "
The werelupe realized he was walking on thin ice here, he wasn't that stupid. But he was kinda peeved at the moment, and if there was something he learned from his new friends, was that settling a dispute with a spirit went the cleanest by settling it there and then, as opposed to letting it continue. Whether it was ugly or not, he didn't want this to last very long.
Lips curling in amusement at the young werelupe's anger, Grim let out yet another huff as he laughed at the response given. He continued to peer down at the unknown boy, baffled by how he had so blatantly insulted both him and the ancient woods around the two of them.
Silly little creature," snorted Grim, righteous fury beginning to rise as his eyes bore into the obviously dimwitted lupes'. "This forest is older than both you and ALL of your ancestors, and yet you dare to insult it?"
Temper flaring, Grim roared and knocked the werelupe down, flames arising furiously along his paws and from every open pore found on the spirit's body. "YOU DARE INSULT ME, THE SPIRIT OF THESE WOODS?" bellowed Grim, looming over the now downed lupe.
I SHOULD RIP YOUR THROAT OUT FOR DARING TO EVEN ENTER MY DOMAIN! I SHOULD SMITE YOU OUT EXISTENCE - NO!" mid-rant he stopped, breathing heavily as the flames began to die down. Grim dropped his once deafening tone to a mere whisper, the wind picking up as the ashes around them spread themselves among the dead leaves.
I should teach you a little lesson, the one I have taught all the others...Take your life as you know it far, far away..." All at once the great beast seemed to still, and he removed himself from towering over the intruder. He suddenly grinned a horrifying smile, flames spilling from his mouth as the trees began to sway and close in around them.
Oh yes...the trees and I would just LOVE to teach you to not come here..."
Soon, leaves began to circle around the lupe, the wind around him whispering and warning him that mortals such as he should not be in these woods, that they were dying and with them the spirit was as well. "Leave, leave!" they seemed to chant, but yet the spirit known as Grimdarke did not move to stop them - in fact, he seemed to enjoy the effect they had on the werelupe.
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