i_amloupgarou (i_amloupgarou) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2010-03-03 17:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | anthony crowley, lawrence talbot, march madness, melaka fray |
Puppy Toys! (open)
Late at night, under the light of the full moon, he was out on the prowl. A new place meant the possibility of new prey. He liked new prey. It kept his hunting skills sharp. Tonight wasn’t about feeding; he just wanted to get to know his new home.
He liked the park. It had a nice open area for running and trees for him to use for cover while stalking his prey. His human half actually liked it when he went running. He could actually feel Larry’s joy as he ran full speed across the park. Places like this made it good to be a wolf.
Or at least a wolf man.
He was starting to get hungry, but he couldn’t find any of the large two-legged prey that he liked so much. But there were plenty of rabbits to satisfy him. He was actually just finishing a rabbit when something ran in front of his face. His nose twitched at the unfamiliar scent. It smelled like shamrocks and gold. And whiskey. More of the creatures ran past him.
He growled quietly as more and more of the creatures started running around him. He reached out with one paw and caught one of the creatures. He pinned it to the ground and studied the creature. It looked like the large two-legged prey, but it was much smaller. It was wearing all green clothes and had fur on its face. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it seemed easy to catch. They were bigger than the rabbits, so they might be a better meal. If they tasted good.
The wolf man growled louder and bared his fangs, ready to take a sample bite from his new prey. He was a bit surprised when the prey looked more annoyed than afraid. He wasn’t use to that kind of reaction. He growled louder and moved in for the kill.
“No, no. Bad werewolf!” The wolf man heard someone yelling in a thick Irish accent. He turned his head to see who was yelling and saw one of the small preys coming towards him as quickly as its little legs would carry him. The wolf man growled at the little man. It responded by hitting the wolf man on the nose with the heavy little stick it was carrying.
The wolf man jerked back and blinked. The attack hadn’t really hurt him and the stick was just wood, not silver. But he had just been surprised that one of the little prey had come to the aid of the one he was going to eat. The one he had pinned to the ground escaped and started running away from him. That meant one thing to the wolf man.
These were not for prey, they were for play. With a very wolfish grin, the wolf man ran after one of the little men. He caught the first one and batted it to the side. The little man went flying from the force of the blow and landed at the base of a tree. It was going to be a lot of fun for him to knock them around. And if he got hungry, he could always have a snack.
With great joy, the wolf man chased the leprechauns around the park.