Post by Vianne on Feb 19, 2013 20:44:20 GMT -5
Cans clank and trash spills. The creature rummages and the ginger wolf is nothing more than a scruffy tail poking out of a garbage bin. That tail sports missing patches of fur in between the other wild hairs of hers. It's a peculiar, scruffy creature, with excessive fur hiding it's thin and bony frame. Vi might as well be a shedding cotton ball propped up on four toothpicks. Fluff sticks out in every direction, and hairs stand at uneven lengths.
Her's is a hungry, greedy beast. It's also more than a few cards short of a full deck. With it's smaller size and scruffy appearance, however, it could easily be mistaken for a stray mutt or a coyote, which was a minor blessing since it now roamed the city. At least the shadows of a dark alleyway hide her well. Even so, the woman Vianne was a fool for forgetting to close that window earlier. It's not even the full moon, but the girl does like animals. Being one, partially, is somewhat entertaining now. Or perhaps it's an escape.
If only the pet had friends to pester; the dumb pup sure would have been off doing just that. Oh well, trash cans entertain it well enough. They contain treats and all sorts of wonderfully smelly things!
A yip sounds and the overturned plastic can shakes as the excited wolf digs and scratches. Trash spits out behind her as she noses her way further into the large bin. Something smells delightful! Look at this, a whole left-over rotisserie chicken! Jackpot! Her whole butt gets to wiggling, since that scraggily tail can't go fast enough.
The creature turns, body contorting and folding on back to spin and squeeze it's way out of the receptacle. It's a skinny thing, and certainly not a pretty sight, with it's scruffy fur and thin lanky limbs. She reeks of spoiled meat and rotten food, like the carcass held proudly in her jaws. Much to the human's dismay, the animal gravitated to the grossest of smells, only to roll all over them. From the smell of things, it had already rolled in a good bit of garbage tonight.
Overjoyed, the greedy little monster tears into the rotting chicken. Such a lady, with her fine manners. Wasn't she quite the southern belle? Ha! Greedy sharp teeth snap and pull while front paws hold to rip. The wolf can't stuff the meat down her gullet fast enough, but those little bones soon give her trouble.
The creature suddenly pauses to hack and yack. It coughs up a storm. Something has gone and stopped her breathing! What was attacking her? Oh lord, revenge of the chicken! ...But the stupid animal cannot comprehend that the chicken bones have caused this. The wolf panics, jaws wide open and gasping. Something scary has her neck! It doesn't know what to do, so a back leg scratches at the imaginary enemy biting her throat. Halp! These pitiful noises shouldn't come from such a noble creature, oh wait, this is Vianne. She makes a scene, whining and crying and carrying on while that leg scratches frantically. Then it retches and hacks some more. Sides heave beneath the fur. Oh, wait… There, she got it up.
Then it promptly goes back to eating, just as happy as could be, like nothing had ever happened.
Her's is a hungry, greedy beast. It's also more than a few cards short of a full deck. With it's smaller size and scruffy appearance, however, it could easily be mistaken for a stray mutt or a coyote, which was a minor blessing since it now roamed the city. At least the shadows of a dark alleyway hide her well. Even so, the woman Vianne was a fool for forgetting to close that window earlier. It's not even the full moon, but the girl does like animals. Being one, partially, is somewhat entertaining now. Or perhaps it's an escape.
If only the pet had friends to pester; the dumb pup sure would have been off doing just that. Oh well, trash cans entertain it well enough. They contain treats and all sorts of wonderfully smelly things!
A yip sounds and the overturned plastic can shakes as the excited wolf digs and scratches. Trash spits out behind her as she noses her way further into the large bin. Something smells delightful! Look at this, a whole left-over rotisserie chicken! Jackpot! Her whole butt gets to wiggling, since that scraggily tail can't go fast enough.
The creature turns, body contorting and folding on back to spin and squeeze it's way out of the receptacle. It's a skinny thing, and certainly not a pretty sight, with it's scruffy fur and thin lanky limbs. She reeks of spoiled meat and rotten food, like the carcass held proudly in her jaws. Much to the human's dismay, the animal gravitated to the grossest of smells, only to roll all over them. From the smell of things, it had already rolled in a good bit of garbage tonight.
Overjoyed, the greedy little monster tears into the rotting chicken. Such a lady, with her fine manners. Wasn't she quite the southern belle? Ha! Greedy sharp teeth snap and pull while front paws hold to rip. The wolf can't stuff the meat down her gullet fast enough, but those little bones soon give her trouble.
The creature suddenly pauses to hack and yack. It coughs up a storm. Something has gone and stopped her breathing! What was attacking her? Oh lord, revenge of the chicken! ...But the stupid animal cannot comprehend that the chicken bones have caused this. The wolf panics, jaws wide open and gasping. Something scary has her neck! It doesn't know what to do, so a back leg scratches at the imaginary enemy biting her throat. Halp! These pitiful noises shouldn't come from such a noble creature, oh wait, this is Vianne. She makes a scene, whining and crying and carrying on while that leg scratches frantically. Then it retches and hacks some more. Sides heave beneath the fur. Oh, wait… There, she got it up.
Then it promptly goes back to eating, just as happy as could be, like nothing had ever happened.