...huh, must have been imagining things. [He looks around slowly, and then his eyes rest on the black fur.] Or not...look at you, gorgeous. Pretty-furred thing. My yard, sweetheart. If I need to start pissing on bushes, I will.
[Which is when a sound in the snow-covered bushes gives away the form of a grey wolf the size of a small horse getting ready to pounce. He does not look like he is playing.]
[This wolf may be very big and strong, but he is not able to plan ahead enough to change his path as he pounces. He skids past Aaron and wheels around, growling savagely. His ears are back and his tail so so frizzed that it's hard to tell that it is tufted. He already has blood covering his snout, though whether it's from another wolf or prey cannot be said. He runs at Aaron again, jumping forward in an attempt to get on the black wolf's back and grab his neck.]
[He's probably never smelled anything quite like Kurt before. The blue mutant has a cloak and hood on as he goes through the forest...a little lost but glad that there's no one here to see him. There's a pointed blue tail poking out underneath the hem of the cloak at times]
*Aaron catches an odd smell that he's never come across before. He follows it and sees an odd site of a man with a odd tail. He's color blind in wolf form, so he doesn't know the guy is blue. He creeps up behind the man and barks.*
[Kurt is so startled at the barking, he disappears with a BAMF! sound, leaving wisps of smoke and a scent of sulfur in his wake....reappearing in a tree a few yards off]
[He breathes a sigh of relief at seeing the wolf on the ground, a hand to his heart] Dhat is no vhay to sneak up on a person. [Not that he expects a reply, but he had thought the worst. It wouldn't have been the first time he had dogs sic'ed on him]
...huh, must have been imagining things. [He looks around slowly, and then his eyes rest on the black fur.] Or not...look at you, gorgeous. Pretty-furred thing. My yard, sweetheart. If I need to start pissing on bushes, I will.
[Which is when a sound in the snow-covered bushes gives away the form of a grey wolf the size of a small horse getting ready to pounce. He does not look like he is playing.]
[This wolf may be very big and strong, but he is not able to plan ahead enough to change his path as he pounces. He skids past Aaron and wheels around, growling savagely. His ears are back and his tail so so frizzed that it's hard to tell that it is tufted. He already has blood covering his snout, though whether it's from another wolf or prey cannot be said. He runs at Aaron again, jumping forward in an attempt to get on the black wolf's back and grab his neck.]
[He's probably never smelled anything quite like Kurt before. The blue mutant has a cloak and hood on as he goes through the forest...a little lost but glad that there's no one here to see him. There's a pointed blue tail poking out underneath the hem of the cloak at times]
*Aaron catches an odd smell that he's never come across before. He follows it and sees an odd site of a man with a odd tail. He's color blind in wolf form, so he doesn't know the guy is blue. He creeps up behind the man and barks.*
[Kurt is so startled at the barking, he disappears with a BAMF! sound, leaving wisps of smoke and a scent of sulfur in his wake....reappearing in a tree a few yards off]
[He breathes a sigh of relief at seeing the wolf on the ground, a hand to his heart] Dhat is no vhay to sneak up on a person. [Not that he expects a reply, but he had thought the worst. It wouldn't have been the first time he had dogs sic'ed on him]
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[He breathes a sigh of relief at seeing the wolf on the ground, a hand to his heart] Dhat is no vhay to sneak up on a person. [Not that he expects a reply, but he had thought the worst. It wouldn't have been the first time he had dogs sic'ed on him]
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[He breathes a sigh of relief at seeing the wolf on the ground, a hand to his heart] Dhat is no vhay to sneak up on a person. [Not that he expects a reply, but he had thought the worst. It wouldn't have been the first time he had dogs sic'ed on him]
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