Post by Orca on Jan 28, 2011 1:06:11 GMT -5
Sparky, c'mon, catch up!
The wolf's tail was going a mile a minute as he darted ahead of the other boy, big wolf paws leaving big wolf pawprints in the snowy ground. When he was a little kid he had hated the snow, it being all cold and stuff, but now he loved it. He all blended in, right? Totally awesome. One of these days he should totally go on a super secret espionage spy mission thing, all covert-like. Too bad those ideas only ever occurred to him in the summer.
"Woof!"
Somewhere behind him now was Sparky, whom he'd fetched from his house only a short time before with the announcement that he, Orca, had the greatest idea ever and Sparky was going to be taking part of it. After a seemingly endless amount of pushing and prodding, he'd finally gotten Sparky out the door and on their way.
They weren't even going anywhere far, or anything, so Sparky should appreciate that bit. Right?
Orca slowed to a halt for a moment and stood panting ferociously, waiting for Sparky to gain a little distance before dashing off again, nose in the snow as he snuffled for the scent again. What scent, you ask? Well, it just so happened, that not even a day ago, Orca had come across a certain very familiar trail on his way over to Sparky's little abode. That trail had led to an also very familiar certain someone that probably wouldn't be all that happy with people knowing where she lived, but -- OH WELL.
Anyway, scent. Found it, followed it, done. The wolf pranced in a circle, ears perked forward toward the building he now stood outside of. His shaggy head tilted back and he stared up at one particular window -- the apartment to which the trail had led. Was that a flash of certain-colored hair he saw? One way to find out.
A shimmer of snow and air, and Orca the human stood there, clad somewhat appropriately for the weather for once in his big blue parka, you know, the one with the fur-trimmed hood, the only jacket he owned? That one. The ripped-up jeans didn't do much to keep out the cold, and neither did the t-shirt underneath the parka -- which wasn't even zipped up, of course -- but hey, at least he was trying.
Grinning widely, he gestured to his much slower friend, then bent down and grabbed up a big handful of snow, which he made into a shape that if squinted at might resemble a snowball. "Spark, hurry up! Help me get her out, okay?"
The lycan turned, aimed, and softly as he could, threw the snowball at the window. Thankfully, it didn't break, though it did make a very loud thudding noise that the occupant would have no chance of missing. Score!
He made another and, with his arm cocked back, ready to throw, he called out, his voice cheerful and only somewhat demanding.
"Teagan! Come outside and play snow-baseball with us!"
Thud.
[ooc: First post to Sparky please since I kinda led up to it! After that it is open to anyone :3]
The wolf's tail was going a mile a minute as he darted ahead of the other boy, big wolf paws leaving big wolf pawprints in the snowy ground. When he was a little kid he had hated the snow, it being all cold and stuff, but now he loved it. He all blended in, right? Totally awesome. One of these days he should totally go on a super secret espionage spy mission thing, all covert-like. Too bad those ideas only ever occurred to him in the summer.
"Woof!"
Somewhere behind him now was Sparky, whom he'd fetched from his house only a short time before with the announcement that he, Orca, had the greatest idea ever and Sparky was going to be taking part of it. After a seemingly endless amount of pushing and prodding, he'd finally gotten Sparky out the door and on their way.
They weren't even going anywhere far, or anything, so Sparky should appreciate that bit. Right?
Orca slowed to a halt for a moment and stood panting ferociously, waiting for Sparky to gain a little distance before dashing off again, nose in the snow as he snuffled for the scent again. What scent, you ask? Well, it just so happened, that not even a day ago, Orca had come across a certain very familiar trail on his way over to Sparky's little abode. That trail had led to an also very familiar certain someone that probably wouldn't be all that happy with people knowing where she lived, but -- OH WELL.
Anyway, scent. Found it, followed it, done. The wolf pranced in a circle, ears perked forward toward the building he now stood outside of. His shaggy head tilted back and he stared up at one particular window -- the apartment to which the trail had led. Was that a flash of certain-colored hair he saw? One way to find out.
A shimmer of snow and air, and Orca the human stood there, clad somewhat appropriately for the weather for once in his big blue parka, you know, the one with the fur-trimmed hood, the only jacket he owned? That one. The ripped-up jeans didn't do much to keep out the cold, and neither did the t-shirt underneath the parka -- which wasn't even zipped up, of course -- but hey, at least he was trying.
Grinning widely, he gestured to his much slower friend, then bent down and grabbed up a big handful of snow, which he made into a shape that if squinted at might resemble a snowball. "Spark, hurry up! Help me get her out, okay?"
The lycan turned, aimed, and softly as he could, threw the snowball at the window. Thankfully, it didn't break, though it did make a very loud thudding noise that the occupant would have no chance of missing. Score!
He made another and, with his arm cocked back, ready to throw, he called out, his voice cheerful and only somewhat demanding.
"Teagan! Come outside and play snow-baseball with us!"
Thud.
[ooc: First post to Sparky please since I kinda led up to it! After that it is open to anyone :3]