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He feverishly moved with the grace of a fat rat, sniffing here and there yet somehow glazing over the fact that he had very well sniffed at borders. Which he was now about a yard inside of. The scent of everyone smacked him in the face as the wind shifted. He stumbled back briefly with wide green eyes.

Oh.

His already short frame lowered closer to the earth as a throaty whine escaped him and he stumbled backwards with even less grace than a fat rat. He quickly tumbled back on himself. Within seconds his back met the earth below him with a thud (thanks to his pudge). He was exposed now. Whatever monsters lived here were going to eat him.
minor pp is always okay (no fatal/death)
bunyip sees everyone as weird creatures
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He wasn't really fit to be doing a border patrol just yet, but it was fairly common knowledge by now that Alarian always loved the worst ideas. Of course, he honestly hadn't been expecting any actual intruders. He spotted the other wolf about a yard inside the borders, and sighed. Before he could actually do anything useful, the stranger stumbled back as if struck, and within seconds somehow ended up on his back.
A snort escaped him before he could stop it. Alright, well, at least he probably didn't need to do any biting. Not that he'd have done a good job of it anyway. He approached lazily, deciding that if he didn't need to make himself dizzy, he wouldn't; it didn't seem like the guy was going anywhere.
You alright? He called as he drew nearer, glancing over the stranger and noting several things at once. Dude was short, disproportionate and definitely looked more than a little unhinged— and holy shit he was hot. The situation sort of reminded him of Ulf; stranger stumbles over the borders like a clueless idiot, Ali decides he's hot, now we're keeping him. Because obviously he just couldn't let anyone with so little sense wander off on their own.