ooc- First post to Orca pleaz. The forest was relatively quiet. For the moment. A few crickets chirped. It wasn't quiet dark yet, and the sun's fingers turned the leaves a lovely golden color. Nope, wasn't dark enough for any beasties to be out and about. Smack under a big oak was something a little out of the ordinary.
It was a fucking moose.
Grazing, or something. Willow, having spent the afternoon running around being a wolfeh, was heading back for her den. She'd run into Orca...somewhere. Willow hadn't really been paying attention. And here they were. The younger of the two lycans slid up out of the brush and stared at the mammal.
A wicked gleam entered her eye. She turned her eyes on her companion and grinned the wolfish grin, showing a set of wicked fangs. Willow wasn't particularly hungry, but she was bored. She needed a good run. And the moose was just standing there....
Wanna see how fast the big guy can run? she asked, flicking her ears in the direction of the moose. It took every nerve in her body not to wag her tail, thus upsetting the brush, thus alarming the moose. Willow's eyes glittered with the prospect of some fun.
It was a fucking moose, for merlin's sake. Of course they were gonna fucking chase it.
And not just any moose, oh no, it was a fucking moose.
Orca grinned back at Willow, his tongue lolling out to pant silently. Fuck yeah, man. Bet you we're faster.
He crept up a little more, his long-time experience in his wolf body allowing him to move without disturbing the surrounding bushes. Willow, Willow, I want to ride in its antlers. Doesn't that sound fun?
Yes, the two lycans were retards. But, they were retards together. And in the end, isn't that what really counts? Isn't it?
On the count of three, let's rush him, no? One, two...
I'm not losing a bet, of course we're faster, Willow said, throwing a look of disbelief(as much as a wolf could manage) at her companion. Who cared? It was a FUCKING MOOSE. She almost laughed, chuffing quietly at Orca's comment. Ride in the antlers.
Holy shit, that did sound like fun. Willow's ears swiveled. Orca was her idiot. Well. They were both idiots. Whenever Willow got some stupid idea, she howled for Orca. It was like a tradition. While her companion was talking, Willow was creeping closer.
Three, she interrupted. With an explosive howl, Willow shot out of the bushes. The moose howled back, or bayed, or whatever it was moose did when they were freaked out. The lycan let out a joyous yelp and darted after it. She had no intention of killing it. Just...chasing it.
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 31, 2009 18:13:14 GMT -5
smells like fun
A white wolf was now running next to Willow and pouncing after the moose his white fur flowing in the breeze, along with his toungue. Panting along side Willow he barked back at Orca in a taunting fashion.
Try and keep up silly Orca! You don't want to miss out on the fun, right?
His barking also encouraged the moose to move a bit faster as it darted through trees. This seemed completely out of character for the Frenchman, but this wolf wasn't about to miss out on a FUCKING MOOSE.
He pounced in front of it, tail wagging, ears perked, and let out several loud barks sending it running the other direction comere Moosey! I don't want to hurt you!
Orca caught up to the two wolves easily, his tail high and ears forward. He was quite obviously having a good time.
Lessy! The snowy wolf looked absurdly pleased when he caught sight of the other white lupine. Heheh, you are playing too? And I am not silly, puppy, plus you are not one to talk.
He darted around a tree, snapping playfully at the moose's flank. It whirled towards him, bellowing hoarsely and tossing its antlers. Orca the wolf growled playfully at it and it responded in its deep baritone before taking off again, rolling its eyes in fright.
Hahaha, he says don't kill him. I told him we were just playing and also that he has a nice rack GET IT, but I do not think he believes me. Out of the corner of his eye, Orca caught a flash of the creamy white that was Leseur, and he abruptly pounced the other wolf, momentum carrying them both head over tail. Orca ended up upside down against a tree trunk and he bounced back up, shaking tree bark and dirt from his snowy coat.
Grinning widely, the wolf bounded after the quadruped again, bumping Willow as he did. Lessy, Willow, let's all get on the moose's back and ride it. His golden eyes gleamed brightly at the thought, despite the fact that it was probably the stupidest idea in all lycan history. Can we, can we?!
A second white wolf joined in on the fun. Leseur! Willow barked, tongue lolling out of her mouth. She kept sprinting, bounding over a log without losing a beat. Orca made her laugh. The wolven was good at that, at least. Grinning as widely as a wolf could, she turned her gaze to Orca and nearly flipped over a fallen branch.
Ohcrap, Willow said, stumbling. A beat later Orca crashed into Leseur. Once Orca had regained his paws, he butted Willow too. The grey and black wolf snapped playfully at her packmate.
This was fucking ridiculous. By now the moose had gained a little bit of a lead on them, but Orca's idea returned the mischevious gleam in Willow's eye.
Keep up, she said shortly, breaking into an all-out run. Cutting off to one side, she drew level, then ahead, of their antlered friend. With a yip she cut it off. The moose, braying in alarm, almost came to a complete stop. Jump, Orca!
Post by Leseur Follet on Aug 1, 2009 21:18:54 GMT -5
With a tumble and the sound of snapping twigs leseur was sent rolling away by his twin white wolf. With a bark the wolf was up and bounding again this time toward Orca. With a quick head butt to the other wolfs stomach he tried to send Orca flying toward the now stopped moose. Leseur let out another joyous bark with his tail wagging...watching....waiting to see the result. Have a nice flight, buddy
Orca did not notice the creamy white wolf coming at him, or else he might've been better prepared for Leseur's Headbutt attack.
One moment, he was grounded safely on all fours, and the next he was soaring. "Arf," he said in surprise, and landed on the moose's back. For a moment wolf and moose stared at each other, both completely frozen in shock. Uh, hi? Orca ventured. The moose, in response, more or less freaked out.
Braying loudly, it planted its front hooves and attempted to buck its occupant off, to no avail; Orca simply turned human and grabbed onto its antlers. "Yeeehawww!" he whooped, easily keeping balance as the moose cavorted to and fro. Of course Orca knew how to moose-ride, since it was somewhat similar to bull-riding, and as one who had grown up in the fabled Wild West of America, such a sport came naturally to him, as did calf-roping, beer-drinking, and an unhealthy tendency to suggest McDonald's as fancy dining.
The moose made more pissed-off moose noises and kicked its heels. Grinning, Orca caught a branch above his head and pulled himself up onto it, snickering as the moose immediately ran off--unfortunately for it, in the direction of Leseur and Willow.
"Wiiillooooow," he called, sitting up on the branch and shifting back to wolf. Your turn to riiiiide iiiiit. Lessy, you should give her a push up, too. Dude, did you see? I fuckin' rode that shit!
If wolves could cry, Willow would have been. She could barely breath, the unspoken laughter building in her chest. The lycan squeezed her eyes shut, laughing and trying not to get nailed to the ground by a hoof. Those hooves suddenly looked very big and very deadly.
Prancing sideways, Willow watched Orca shift and hang on for deer life. Half of Willow was worried her friend would be gored, but the other half wanted to join in on the fun. Orca flew, and called down to them.
The she-wolf turned to looked at Leseur, alarm written all of her face as the moose charged them.
Leseur, don't you dare-
And then the fucking moose was fucking RIGHT THERE.
Post by Leseur Follet on Aug 3, 2009 17:49:22 GMT -5
Leseur was 'howling' so hard at the lycan riding the scared-for-it's-life-moose he didn't even notice the moose fly right toward Willow and himself. Leseur was smiling inside. He hadn't had this much fun since he was beating Kiwi across chairs in the bar.
Of course everyone knows that "don't you dare...." means totally go for it. With a quick bounding leap Leseur was up to speed and was able to uproot Willow into the air over the moose. The Creamy white-furred wolf was barking for joy as he watched his compatriot flying through the air.
GO FOR IT WILLOW!
Leseur could hardly contain himself. He jumped around in a circle of anticipation, his tail wagging.
Orca hopped down from the tree and followed after the moose, though he skidded to a stop at the sight that befell his happy puppy eyes.
Willow.
Flying through the air.
He supposed that was how he must have looked--no, he had looked cool while doing it, of course. Orca joined his twin-colored friend, his own tail going into overdrive. He hopped around, laughter bubbling out as a series of short barks.
C'MON WILLOW YOU CAN DO IT! BELIEVE IN THE ME THAT BELIEVES IN YOU OH ALSO LESSY'S HERE AND HE IS SUPPORTIVE TOO!
Orca waited and watched, grinning. Good times, good times.
Either Lessy was deaf or it was opposite day. Willow wasn't sure which. The only thing she knew was that she was flying through the air, and found herself making the noise closest to a shriek a wolf could make.
Mentally, a number of swears flooded the minds of her companions. -Lessy, I'm gonna kill you if I survive this----
She shifted.
Probably the fastest she'd ever done so. If she wasn't about to be gored by fucking moose antlers, it would have been a proud moment in her life. Instead, she screamed aloud and grabbed at the antlers. The lycan held on for deer(hahagetit,nookay?) life and shut her eyes. The moose, probably astonished by the sudden ass sitting on his head, brayed.
Then he tossed his head.
Willow was sent flying through the air, cannoning into Orca as she did so. The pair crashed together, Willow shifted. A beat later a pair of irritable green eyes peered from the bushes they had rolled in to.
They fixed on Leseur.
I'm gonna kill you.
Come hell or high water, Willow was gonna tear his ass to pieces. Well. Maybe not tear him apart. But...She was gonna get him back.
With a booming howl, the lycan bolted towards her packmate, grinning wickedly. Oh, he would pay. Hopefully.
Post by Leseur Follet on Aug 5, 2009 0:35:17 GMT -5
Oh no! There was a very angry Willow charging toward him! He couldn't lose the FUCKING MOOSE even if he was being chased by his packmate! Leseur bounded up a tree and flew through the air. Transforming himself in mid-air he landed on the FUCKING MOOSE smacking it's ass giving out a haughty French laugh, one hand on it's antlers. "Oh-ho Meestear moose, I ave you right where I want you! Run like thee weend or i'll bite your ead!" Leseur had a smile a mile wide as he rode that FUCKING MOOSE. "Come on Weellow come get mee now!" IN a taunting fashion Leseur smacked that FUCKING MOOSE'S ass again sending it bolting and bucking away from the two other lycans.
Orca was sent tumbling as Willow crashed into him, righting himself just in time to see Leseur ride off on the FUCKING MOOSE. Wils, he's getting away! he called dramatically to the she-wolf, and bounded after the fleeing quadraped.
He quickly drew even with it, and gave Leseur a very wide, very mischevious doggy grin. Without warning, the wolf suddenly swerved in front of the FUCKING MOOSE, which screeched to a halt so sudden it would (hopefully) send the French lycan flying.
Willow snarled explosively and broke into a wicked sprint, her black lips curled over her teeth in a menacing grin. Bunching her muscles, she waited until the moose had had time to skid to a stop, then launched herself into space and made to collide with Lessy.
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