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he was always in the fields, working on his flying - Ingram Sr - February 25, 2018

@Nyx - wanna work on a prompt?

the tide had sucked back and once more grimnismal's territory range nearly quadrupled in length -- ingram combed the freshly exposed tidal flats, his nose on the ground. he was looking for clutches -- lycaon favored the roe that some fish left behind on kelp. thus far, his search was fruitless.

he sprung back abruptly as his nose contacted the sharp end of a quickly-taut claw - with a yelp he flung his head skyward, the affronted form of a crab momentarily airborne with long spindly legs working in the air. ingram was quick to bring a paw to smarting nostrils, a pained expression stealing across his muzzle.


RE: he was always in the fields, working on his flying - Nyx - February 26, 2018

Gimme all da Ingram threds.

She observed Ingram from afar, following him with an amused yellow stare as he loped along the bare shore with purpose. He scoured the beach with a familiar intent, something she did almost every morning in search of more coveted red stones. Curious, she wondered what her rugged comrade might be so actively looking for - enough that she braced herself against the biting Winter breeze to press onward across the sound to offer her assistance.

He busied himself among the rocks and before Nyx could chuff to alert him to her arrival, the dark boy yipped and reared back. The golden agouti froze mid-stride and thrust her ears forward, vivid eyes wide as they locked onto the source of Ingram's misfortune. The crab was flung through the air and Nyx grinned her amusement as it landed several feet from them with a thud in the sand. She turned to her friend again, struggling to keep from laughing as he pawed at his offended nose. "Want me to kiss it better?" Nyx cooed jokingly.



RE: he was always in the fields, working on his flying - Ingram Sr - February 28, 2018

he was still nursing his wounded nose (and pride) with a flat wrist when nyx calmly strode on the scene, cool as a freshly cleaned cucumber and obviously very privy to the unfortunate event that had just transpired. he leveled her a squint, unable to keep his face serious -- try as he might to remain composed, a goofy snigger burst from his pursed lips and he placed his leg down on the ground as he considered her quip.

she was mistaken in thinking he wouldn't take her up on it -- well aware there might be fangs involved (ingram wasn't experienced enough yet to know whether or not he liked it rough anyway), ingram gleefully fell in line with the joke. "well, since you offered." he swung his muzzle right up into her face, expectantly blinking with a shit-eating grin on his face.

either way, he was probably about to be disappointed - she probably hadn't meant it, and even if she did go through with her ploy, he would feel guilt. chusi was still fresh on his mind and unfortunately for the eyjolfur boy, the crab's pinch was not the worst thing to have happened to him that week.


RE: he was always in the fields, working on his flying - Nyx - March 01, 2018

Ingram always played along when it came to teasing and joking, so she fully expected him to respond with his usual mischief. He swung toward her until his face was all up in her own and Nyx beamed right back. Without hesitation, she parted her jaws wide and practically inhaled his entire snout. Holding him there for a moment, the golden agouti released and drew back - flicking her tongue over her lips to break the string of drool that clung to his nose.

Okay, so it wasn't quite the kiss she offered, but surely Ingram knew her well enough to expect it. She pretended to spit at the ground before before fixing her dark pack-mate with a pointed stare, ears thrust back as a storm brewed in her fierce eyes. "You taste like shit," she said, her serious tone pointless as the toothy, amused grin on her muzzle betrayed her feigned frustration. "You been rolling in it? Is that your morning beauty regime?"



RE: he was always in the fields, working on his flying - Ingram Sr - March 01, 2018

okay. he wasn't expecting that.

his shoulders and neck hunched, fur on end, as her muzzle swung over his face. there was closeness between them, but it wasn't the intimacy he desired. he looked at her uncomfortably, refusing to give her the satisfaction of squirming under her teeth. not that he minded teeth -- maybe he liked it rough. he hadn't really made up his mind yet.

her breath was not so peachy either, but he didn't say that -- instead he grinned stupidly until she released his muzzle, his ears pulled back as she accused him of a beauty regime. "What? no," he hotly insisted, tossing his head the way an emo-kid would toss their face to clear the hair from their eyes: "i'm naturally this fuckin' beautiful." he followed the bold statement with an outlandish flutter of his eyelashes. "i'd ask you what yours is... but.... i don't think you have one." 

with that he sprung back almost immediately, expecting riposte in the form of a nip - a smack - for he surely deserved it.


RE: he was always in the fields, working on his flying - Nyx - March 02, 2018

He did not squirm away, nor did he bat at her. Instead, upon his release, he scoffed that he was "naturally beautiful" and Nyx arched a brow - Really? She playfully rolled her electric eyes at that, huffing through her nostrils as she settled her gaze on his sharp features once more to find him fluttering his lashes and questioning her own routine.

Raising a paw, she made to swat at her swarthy comrade, but he was already out of the way. Ingram was certainly getting good at predicting when she'd physically assault him, which was... rather attractive. Nyx lifted her crown to proudly peer down her nose at Ingram, issuing a "hmph!" in mock offense. "A lady never shares her secrets," she told him bluntly, then canted her muzzle skyward to yowl with laughter.

Nyx? A lady? Please



RE: he was always in the fields, working on his flying - Ingram Sr - March 03, 2018

ingram cheekily grinned as she swatted half-heartedly at him. he swung wildly back as if a drunken horse -- good god, what would that look like?

already she was primly readjusting herself, and he looked up at her with a wild smile as she canted her muzzle down upon him, giving him a snooty and superior glare that for all intents and purposes reminded him of the haughty scowl a queen might bear.

with a snicker he fell into the sand, rolling deep into the coarse ground with a few wrings of his back. "is the secret you ain't got no secret? or..." he suddenly shifted up and propped himself on his elbows, leveling her a feigned suspicious look: "..is the secret you're not actually... a lady?"


RE: he was always in the fields, working on his flying - Nyx - March 09, 2018

Ingram flopped to the sand, wriggling onto his back as he continued to question her own beauty routine. Easing her own laughter, she looked down the length of her upturned snout at him and her grin gradually downturned. A frown, deep and unimpressed, marred her tawny features and the furrowing of her brow soon followed. Prowling forward just as her comrade propper himself up on his elbows, Nyx growled softly as she made to slink around him with a cat-like flick of her feathered tail.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she rumbled ominously, tensing her hindquarters before springing toward the downed yearling. Her pale forepaws aimed directly for his silver-tipped shoulders and she parted her jaws to she moved in for what might appear to be a vicious attack against the back of his head, but she instead made to connect her fangs to his hide and deliver a frantic collection of playful, ticklish nips and kisses.



RE: he was always in the fields, working on his flying - Ingram Sr - March 18, 2018

he paused as her expression suddenly became stormily serious -- shit. was it something he said?

was being called a not-lady insulting?

he grinned like an idiot, but was too slow to defend himself against her advances. she fell upon him and he squirmed under her weight (WHOA! NOT CALLING HER FAT. don't. even. go. there) with a few half-kicks of his hind legs, attempting to wrestle himself over so that he could at least go down like a man.

except he was already down -- that had been his own mistake, and he was utterly helpless against the vicious slew of nips and kisses that assailed his muzzle. "HELP!" he cried between playful nips in return "I'M BEING ATTACKED BY A HE-BEAST!!"


RE: he was always in the fields, working on his flying - Nyx - March 31, 2018

I sucked at this thread, wanna finish up and start a new one?

He squirmed and wriggled beneath her, and Nyx pressed heavily down on his form. She laughed, teeth successfully finding her companion's sable pelt with every playful attack. Ingram manouvered enough to writhe onto his back and shove at her pale undersides with his hind limbs, his rugged claws tickling her delicate belly.

Nyx scrambled over him as he bellowed his cry for help, tail lashing in a playful challenge as she silently dared him to a game of chase. Without allowing him the opportunity to catch up to her, the golden Ostrega tore away across the strand with an excited bark - "move your big ass, slowpoke!"



RE: he was always in the fields, working on his flying - Ingram Sr - March 31, 2018

of course!! ill archive <3

he squirmed excitedly under her form, issuing playful nips to the thin skin on her limbs - each one short and without force. she suddenly sprung from atop him and tore down the beach at a gallop to rival a thoroughbred gunning for home -- ingram flipped over onto his elbows and stared in disbelief at her receding backside.

he had no hope of catching up to her - she was lissome, athletic -- he was the gnarls chubley of wolves, heavyset (THICK BONED, OK!) just like his father had been. he chuffed in defeat but rose and valiantly galloped after her, sand spraying in his thundering wake as he gallumped along like an overweight jabberwock.


this type of play was good bonding, he thought, and it was a good chance to distract him from the many thoughts that pressured his worried mind. they played until both were spent, and ingram was left with his spirits elated when it came time for departure.