Max! (miroslav_max) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-02-22 06:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | max, myron |
Wednesday April 8th 2009
Who: Max and Myron
What: Chasing
Where: The grounds
When: Morning
Rating: PG
Status: In Progess
Myron had skipped his first class, because his alarm didn't go off and his next wasn't for a while. So, he decided to maybe go for a walk around the quad. There was nothing else to right then and he wanted to explore some more. Dressed in his warm gear, he didn't plan to do much exercise right then. Just some walking. It seemed that fate had different plans for him. He caught the scent on the slight breeze and froze. So far, he'd been able to avoid the hellhound teacher. But now he was apparently on the quad somewhere. Looking around and sniffing, he spotted a young boy not ten yards from him. He stared for a moment before his eyes went wide and their eyes met.
No one moved as Myron stared at the hellhound pup. Maybe if he didn't move, he wouldn't do anything to him. But hellhounds were dogs, not T-Rex's. So at the moment of a twitch in the air, Myron bolted, screaming.
Max liked walking in the outside, even though it was cold. He was growing up, but sometimes he still liked to play, and the squirrels and rabbits that sometimes hopped onto the grounds were good to chase. It was better when he was in hound form, but it was still fun when he looked like a human. He never caught them in human form, but that was okay.
Today looked like his lucky day, though. There was a person walking out here, and he was staring at Max like... well, he didn't know what. He kind of looked scared and he smelled like an animal, and then suddenly he was running away. And yelling. How fun! Giving out a gleeful howl, Max took off at a run after the stranger, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Hey! Hey!" he shouted, legs pumping as he slowly closed the gap between himself and his new friend. "HEY!"
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"OH GODS HE'S GONNA EAT ME!" Myron screeched, even though it came out more like 'OOOGAAWWWWWHEEEGGGAAAEEEE!' He was trying to run as fast as he possibly could, which was pretty fast. He was halfway across the quad in just a few seconds. He was going to die. He couldn't outrun the pup. He just wanted some fresh air!
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"AaaaaaaEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Max screeched. This was fun! This guy was really fast, which made chasing much more fun. He was gaining on him quickly, just a few yards between them... and then a few feet... and before Myron could get to the door, Max dove at him, grabbing him around the waist and tackling him to the ground. "Hey!" he declared, wrestling with Myron until he was sitting on top of him, pinning him to the ground. "I win I win!!!" Panting, he grinned down at Myron. "Again?!?" he asked excitedly.
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Myron just ran his little heart out, screaming and carrying on across the quad. Before he reached the door, he was tackled and pinned. This was it. He was going to die. Lyle would lose him right after he found him again. Everyone would wonder what happened to him as they found his gnawed on bones and- what? "Again!?" He cried, staring at Max like he was on crack.
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Grinning and nodding, Max leapt to his feet, hopping a few times around Myron's head. He couldn't contain his excitement. Malcoda would play sometimes, but Max practically had to beg for him to do it. But this guy just wanted to! Max didn't even have to ask. "Again! Play play! You run, I chase! Chase chase CHASE!!! Play! Yes yes!!"
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Myron laid there, sprawled on the ground, looking terrified as Max danced around his head. What was going on? Last he checked hellhounds ate fauns. Even if that demon did tell him that the ones on campus wouldn't. This was weird. "Uhhhhh," he said as he laid there, still unsure of whether to play dead or take off again.
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Chasing couldn't happen if the guy was going to just lay there in the grass like a lump. Standing over Myron, Max bent over and grabbed him by the wrists, hoisting him into a sitting position. "Hey," he said, his grin fading a little. Maybe he didn't want to play anymore. Maybe Max wasn't fun to play with. What a sad thought. "Play?" he asked, his eyes wide and round, lip protruding in a little pout.