Post by Monteroth Reave Goats Cow on Jan 27, 2009 23:46:57 GMT -5
It was the show down of the century. A decent-sized but horribly scarred boxer, face crisscrossed with bite scars, cropped ears back, lips curled back to reveal sharp teeth, some broken. A massive Siberian tiger, ears and whiskers flat, tail twitching, hissing, fangs exposed.
The odd part was, it was the boxer who was terrifying the tiger. Monteroth barely knew where he was; he had been on a quiet road to no where, another day in misery, and then there had been noise, a crash, people twisting bars and catching him and stabbing him with needles. And then he was here. Chirping and odd animals and plants, and no humans in sight. No fires. No screaming crowds. No whips, or cages, or... Anything.
He was terrified. He didn't know where he was, why he was there, or what would happen next. Tiny feelings told him to stretch his limbs on the nearest tree and rip it to shreds, hunt some of those gangly things -- deer, his mind chided him gently -- that fled from him. But most of him wanted to just scream and run away until he was back to some place that made sense... Even if it was a cage.
Instead, he had nearly bowled over a dog. The dog's reaction, instead of whining or being trampled, had been to snarl and bite at one of his massive paws. He got a good grip too; Monteroth had to give two shakes of his paw before the dog finally came loose in blood and fury. Yet the beast had only launched at him again. So Monteroth had smacked him and sent him tumbling.
Now they are at a standstill. Reave's head pounded, and frankly he was pissed. He had just been wandering around trying to find something to tear apart and eat -- he was tired, hungry, and stressed. He had no idea where he was, where his master was, or where any of the dogs were. And then this overgrown tabby had nearly trampled him, then given him a headache. He wanted to tear it to shreds.
But its big claws, fangs, and sheer size made him pause. For a few moments anyway. Then he snarled and charged... Only to screech to a stop when the loudest noise he had ever heard from a living creature came out of that thing's mouth. Ears flat, he stared at the tiger, who was contemplating roaring again for effect.
"What the fuck was that?"
He normally bit first, asked questions later. Or not at all. But cats didn't make that noise.
Monteroth had no idea how to answer. He only blinked, lips quivering, tail lashing. Maybe another roar would scare it off?
"Well? Can you talk, pussycat?"
His ears flattened at another, though quieter, roar from the cat. Okay, that was enough. Clearly the thing was threatening him. With a howl of his own, the boxer charged. Monteroth hissed, backing up, fur rising on his back. He considered fleeing the hell hound charging at him...
It was rendered entirely unnecessary when a hooved thing charged forward and headbutted the dog square in the side. With a startled yelp Reave toppled to the ground, biting and snarling, but the thing had already moved. The goat snorted, turned, and kicked, sending the boxer flying a few paces. Reave rolled to his feet, snarling, then stared. He had been bruised -- and more, though he chose to ignore the pain each time he took a breath -- by that? A pitiful excuse for a goat?
Then two more came running forward. And a miniature cow. Monteroth, watching the onslaught of herbivores, ignored his growling stomach and instincts and used the opportunity to flee the boxer. Reave was so baffled by the goats that he didn't notice.
"6980, I really don't think you should mess with that."
"Shut up, Mr. Skittish. That really is a suitable name for you, you know."
With a snarl, Reave charged. Bucky turned and kicked, sending the boxer sprawling with a pained howl. Instincts kicked in, and the boxer fled, staggering and bleeding. Bucky pranced around, kicking, snorting, and shaking his head.
"Oh yeah, you're real cool. We're lucky that cat fled instead of eating us."
Lady snorted and nibbled at the grasses. Velt, without a word, joined her in grazing. Mr. Skittish approached the bushes nervously, sniffing the air, ears twitching.
"Is it really gone?"
"Can ya see it, smart one? Yeah, they're both gone. Eat something, maybe it will give you courage."
"What is it? Magical bravery grass?" Bucky snorted in Lady's direction. "You're a nutcase. Quiet at the humans and then the second you see a tree, poof! All hooves and horns."
Lady snorted, pawing the ground. "Watch it, kid. I'm old enough to be your grandmother." For a goat, anyway. "Settle down and eat, before your prancing and snorting brings the tiger back."
"That makes no sense." Velt's words were spaced between chews, but clear. Lady snorted, but did not argue with him. She never did, as if the bull was the final authority in all matters. Besides, she didn't know whether Velt referred to her or Bucky.
Mr. Skittish, finally convinced that Reave wasn't returning, nervously nibbled at the bushes. Bucky, having decided that Lady wasn't his boss, continued to snort, kick, and prance around until Velt's stare became too discomforting and he settled down to eat. Velt chewed the entire time, though once Bucky stopped moving he turned his attention elsewhere.
((This is the strangest post ever, and I had oodles of fun writing it))
The odd part was, it was the boxer who was terrifying the tiger. Monteroth barely knew where he was; he had been on a quiet road to no where, another day in misery, and then there had been noise, a crash, people twisting bars and catching him and stabbing him with needles. And then he was here. Chirping and odd animals and plants, and no humans in sight. No fires. No screaming crowds. No whips, or cages, or... Anything.
He was terrified. He didn't know where he was, why he was there, or what would happen next. Tiny feelings told him to stretch his limbs on the nearest tree and rip it to shreds, hunt some of those gangly things -- deer, his mind chided him gently -- that fled from him. But most of him wanted to just scream and run away until he was back to some place that made sense... Even if it was a cage.
Instead, he had nearly bowled over a dog. The dog's reaction, instead of whining or being trampled, had been to snarl and bite at one of his massive paws. He got a good grip too; Monteroth had to give two shakes of his paw before the dog finally came loose in blood and fury. Yet the beast had only launched at him again. So Monteroth had smacked him and sent him tumbling.
Now they are at a standstill. Reave's head pounded, and frankly he was pissed. He had just been wandering around trying to find something to tear apart and eat -- he was tired, hungry, and stressed. He had no idea where he was, where his master was, or where any of the dogs were. And then this overgrown tabby had nearly trampled him, then given him a headache. He wanted to tear it to shreds.
But its big claws, fangs, and sheer size made him pause. For a few moments anyway. Then he snarled and charged... Only to screech to a stop when the loudest noise he had ever heard from a living creature came out of that thing's mouth. Ears flat, he stared at the tiger, who was contemplating roaring again for effect.
"What the fuck was that?"
He normally bit first, asked questions later. Or not at all. But cats didn't make that noise.
Monteroth had no idea how to answer. He only blinked, lips quivering, tail lashing. Maybe another roar would scare it off?
"Well? Can you talk, pussycat?"
His ears flattened at another, though quieter, roar from the cat. Okay, that was enough. Clearly the thing was threatening him. With a howl of his own, the boxer charged. Monteroth hissed, backing up, fur rising on his back. He considered fleeing the hell hound charging at him...
It was rendered entirely unnecessary when a hooved thing charged forward and headbutted the dog square in the side. With a startled yelp Reave toppled to the ground, biting and snarling, but the thing had already moved. The goat snorted, turned, and kicked, sending the boxer flying a few paces. Reave rolled to his feet, snarling, then stared. He had been bruised -- and more, though he chose to ignore the pain each time he took a breath -- by that? A pitiful excuse for a goat?
Then two more came running forward. And a miniature cow. Monteroth, watching the onslaught of herbivores, ignored his growling stomach and instincts and used the opportunity to flee the boxer. Reave was so baffled by the goats that he didn't notice.
"6980, I really don't think you should mess with that."
"Shut up, Mr. Skittish. That really is a suitable name for you, you know."
With a snarl, Reave charged. Bucky turned and kicked, sending the boxer sprawling with a pained howl. Instincts kicked in, and the boxer fled, staggering and bleeding. Bucky pranced around, kicking, snorting, and shaking his head.
"Oh yeah, you're real cool. We're lucky that cat fled instead of eating us."
Lady snorted and nibbled at the grasses. Velt, without a word, joined her in grazing. Mr. Skittish approached the bushes nervously, sniffing the air, ears twitching.
"Is it really gone?"
"Can ya see it, smart one? Yeah, they're both gone. Eat something, maybe it will give you courage."
"What is it? Magical bravery grass?" Bucky snorted in Lady's direction. "You're a nutcase. Quiet at the humans and then the second you see a tree, poof! All hooves and horns."
Lady snorted, pawing the ground. "Watch it, kid. I'm old enough to be your grandmother." For a goat, anyway. "Settle down and eat, before your prancing and snorting brings the tiger back."
"That makes no sense." Velt's words were spaced between chews, but clear. Lady snorted, but did not argue with him. She never did, as if the bull was the final authority in all matters. Besides, she didn't know whether Velt referred to her or Bucky.
Mr. Skittish, finally convinced that Reave wasn't returning, nervously nibbled at the bushes. Bucky, having decided that Lady wasn't his boss, continued to snort, kick, and prance around until Velt's stare became too discomforting and he settled down to eat. Velt chewed the entire time, though once Bucky stopped moving he turned his attention elsewhere.
((This is the strangest post ever, and I had oodles of fun writing it))
