Wolf RPG

"'EY!"

Vlad's piggish grunt of a voice bulldozed the gentle sounds of the seaside. He had spotted @Caiaphas on the beach, and was trotting towards her with ears sitting high atop his shaggy head and a crooked, toothy smile on offer. "WHO BEING ENGRY OORCHIN WULF?" he hollered, taking the last few fifty meters at a gallop and digging a trench with his back feet when he skidded to a stop at her side. "Smol, bleck - ees seester of Bleckface?" Vlad had peed on the wretched creature, so he hoped the familial bond between Blackface and @Lusca was not strong.

In no uncertain terms was the serf to leave the surf. Thems were the first rules. Lusca’s eyes smoldered holes at the forest line, black gums gathered into a miffed pucker the longer she stared. Tachyon was very apt at existing when such an existence was unbidden by her, and when it counted, he was scarce as hen’s teeth, likely to have found some fresh ass to jam his head up. Men: eternal bondsmen to their loins and weak against the gravitational pull of their hard-ons, the lot of them. 

Her limp had worsened, and her weight favored one side in such a way that every footslog sank her deeper into the sand as she poked along at a distance from Vlad. Never so much as suffer a headache without an escort. Thems were the second rules. She was totally gonna violate that one, but not until all four flippers were in fair shape. 

‘Phas, catch of the day. Vlad reeled her in, agallop and far too enthusiastic for Lusca’s preference. She hugged the outer perimeter of the waterfront, mindful to keep her paws away from the briny snatch of inbound waves as he yawped for the coywolf’s attention. "WHO BEING ENGRY OORCHIN WULF?" The Engry Oorchin Wulf visibly sagged and roamed over to the duo, fixing her gaze on the woman’s lithe toes. 

"Smol, bleck - ees seester of Bleckface?" Luc lobbed her gaze upwards with offense ablaze, primming up her mouth as he dared! asperse her pedigree! Rudey tooty aim and shooty. The very idea that she was of that scabrous, flea-infested, raggedy ass shrew’s ilk gave her some stirrings of a resurgent supper. Not that she’d had supper, because these slopsuckers gave her shit all, nutrition-wise. In truth, she had to fight off a rather unreasonably combative periwinkle snail for the privilege of licking the brackish water and algae off the back of a troglodyte chiton (conveniently, a great nickname for ‘Phas as well, in her unapologetic opinion) in the wee small hours the night previous. It had been a hardwon spread. A meal fit for, like, periwinkle snails and nobody else ever. 

”Wow. Ew.” She spluttered, her ears wilting sideways. She eyeballed Vlad unreservedly, pissy attitude staging a coup against her better senses. You know, the senses that reminded one that mum’s the word when it came to saying scurrilous things to the face of that one guy who peepee’d all over you that one time. I’m sure you’re familiar with the idea. ”Are you her breether, stinky? You bear a resemblance.” She said. Ugly squared. ”I mean. One of you eats crabs, and the other likely has the–” She cut herself off, clearing her throat and neatly sat herself before the kadaitcha–all pretty-like with her paws huddled together and her lineaments beaming up at Caiaphas in the smarmy manner of a cheshire cat. 

May The Lord and Savior Chthulu deliver a sleeper wave upon their doorstop and provide Lusca the sweet release of death.

to miss vlad's yelling on the beach would have been akin to missing the lumbering sight of an elephant -- he was loud, demanding, and despite a rawboned stature commanded a presence far larger than any pachyderm. caiaphas looked up as the russian thundered down the strand, the harsh sound of his voice drowning lambasting the tranquility in a guttural blare.

caiaphas's ears pulled down against her skull and she looked at the 'engry oorchin wulf' -- the pitiful, slender lusca who had unwittingly traveled too far down the spider's den. she mimicked lusca's false smile, her teeth only thinly veiled by her blackened gums. "ees oorchin only, no importence." she responded in a feigned accent, her expression mirroring lusca's own though noticeably far less attractive.

Vlad was not a temperamental wolf, but he was tired today; a weakened state that allowed Lusca's remarks to reach its gnarly fingers into his core and and pinch. Caiaphas gently mocking did not help matters, and Vlad found himself staring at the spindly creature that his leader had invited on to the beach, anger shining bright beneath his mask of a smile. "Thees gud," he replied, nodding slowly at the creature in the sand. "Oorchine es for hev seks? Vlad hev so menny tired."

"Excuuuuse me?!" The yearling barked. Out of all the words Vlad had mangled, the "seks" one rang loud and clear and she stepped off in a bounding gambado out of arms length -- an effect similar to boric acid scaring a flea off the back of a cur. There was an ornery strain on her frons as Vlad commanded her sights. If only looks could kill. "Not on your life." She then volleyed her glare at Caiaphas, backing up. "If he touches me..."  Lusca gave the distant timberline a once-over; trying to rambo.exe out of this unpredictable quandary would likely not pan out in her interest, but she was so not suited for the fille de joie lifestyle, and the threat of the seahag's teeth were heaps less alarming than the threat of Vlad's indigent groin spasming against her. 

She made another step back, muscles tense and a demand plumbous on her tongue. "You better let me go." Nonetheless, a demand that was amusedly powerless in context. Or what, scurvy little wolf?

despite not boasting the keenest of wit, caiaphas could identify disgruntlement when she saw it. vlad lacked his usual boisterousness -- and she was certain her little jab had done little to bolster his spirits. she frowned, her attention drawn on lusca, who had set about a great deal of clamoring objections. she resembled a disturbed grouse, her pelt practically upright in outrage.

unfortunately, the little black waif would find no sympathy in caiaphas -- instead, she gave her comrade a wink, a slow smile spreading across her narrow muzzle. "she is yours, a present from me to you, comrade." by now her smile had become a tooth-bearing grin, and she awaited the squawking protest from lusca.

"Eef touch vat?" Vlad demanded a little more forcefully than he had intended, pinning a hard stare on Lusca. The smile remained, like the calcified shell of a long-dissolved corpse. "Vat doing?" He toyed with the idea of going through with the threat, but was not entirely convinced that the experience could be made pleasurable - not even if Caiaphas held the wretched beast down during the act.

Her ears yawed with dread (making her quite the spitting image of Yoda in some type of way) when Caiaphas stated her serf's intended purpose -- as a present. Only this grungy crone could take such a handsome gesture and spin it so unattractively!   

A deep-set look of umbrage swallowed the Omega's face as Vlad joined her gaze with his sinister own. She contemplated vindicating her dignity with a blur of teeth, but The Fist of Common Sense suddenly rocked up and put the finishing hand to her urges before anymore momentous errors could be made. 

She crept backwards. "I'm not your present or your future but maybe your past okay!" Lusca sputtered in a single breath, then spun and blast off towards a distant skerry, whereupon she would stow herself away amongst the gulfweed and snails for days and days, maybe even weeks -- fantasizing about force-feeding Vlad tuna until he got mercury poisoning and died.

caiaphas could scarce contain cackles of devilish glee. lusca was suitably horrified, and vlad looked as if he were at least entertaining the idea of doing the sandrumpus with the rakish female. caiaphas wanted no part of it and no part in witnessing -- and like lusca, she was off with a quick dart. she figured she better give the two of them their privacy, right?