For anyone who wants to save my poor dumb ass pup! If you can get the CMs to count this towards your warrior trade, I will gift you avvies :P
It was late in the day and Finley had just returned from a successful day of accomplishing nothing that was of any use to anyone. Nonetheless, she was feeling rather full of herself for what she had successfully done, which was to make a flock of geese very, very agitated without getting a beak stuck up her bum.
She had just stepped off of the towpath to the Plateau and begun skirting along the edge of the mountains when a flash of bright green caught her eye. Fin turned her head quickly to land her gaze upon a little grasshopper, bouncing innocently across the ground. "Wha--hey! Where you going!" she barked after it as a broad smile leaped across her lips. Strangely enough, it didn't answer her, but that failed to stop the silver mockingbird from bouncing after it like a kitten pouncing at the light of a laser pointer.
Fin didn't have to follow it far before she lost it amongst the rocks and the loam. She landed with a triumphant growl upon a patch of yellowing grass only to part her front paws and find that her little buddy was gone. The wolf leaped to her paws and spun around in a circle trying to find it again, but the critter had gone, its scent joining those of the thousands of other bits of nature that could be found there.
Fin gave the ground a pout before looking around at her surroundings to find herself at the center below a small outcropping of rock upon the mountainside. To either side of her and behind were stone walls that reached higher up towards the sky than she could have jumped. The ceiling stretched out only a few feet from the back wall, creating a very shallow cave that would maybe have served good shelter in the rain, but only if the wind was blowing the right way for it. She spent a moment sniffing around at the cave wall and then rolling repeatedly over a funny scent she found in the corner before deciding it was again time to continue home.
The epsilon had taken about two steps of that journey before she froze in fear.
How Fin hadn't seen it before, she couldn't know, but she cursed herself emphatically when her eyes narrowed in on the creature. Panic took her immediately and sent her tearing backwards until her rump crashed painfully into the back of the cave. Tremors of terror ran along her black-furred spine as she tried unsuccessfully to back away from it further, scrambling against the rock with her paws and whining pitifully. She barked, she cried, and finally she belted out a high pitch howl for help that rented through the darkening air. On shaking legs she leaped towards one side and then the other, only to be foiled again and again as it darted back and forth to block her path, finally settling in the center as Finley stopped her struggle and crouched down frozen, heart throbbing, scarcely breathing against the back of the cave.
The brown moth fanned itself with its wings as it sat harmlessly upon a fallen tree branch that had been sitting just under where the ceiling ended and empty sky began, completely unaware of the set of brown eyes that stared at it unblinking in absolute terror.
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i know we have an ongoing thread but I couldn't resist <3
Another dollar, another day. Finn was at it again, running through the flatlands with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his heart thumping in his chest as his lungs filling with the fresh Autumn air. He had made a point of stopping to mark the Plateu's borders (this time as a legit member of a pack) and then, after having showered the little bush with his urine, a sound of utter terror made his heart jump out of his chest.
It was the call of a damsel in distress --but not just any damsel.
Immediately, the young Ollivander (who in reality was a Deveroux) sprung into action, his paws moving over the ground at a pace unknown to man. He soared above the grass and the base of the mountain, his eyes narrowed and his sides heaving. He wanted to call out for her but there was a knot around his vocal cords that didn't let him speak up.
He arrived as quickly as his long legs could carry him, and though he didn't hear a sound, he began searching for hear, whispering her name between exhales. His olive eyes darted from side to side until finally resting in the place where the cries had sprouted from. A dark and narrow cave that brought the contents of his stomach back to his mouth.
Finn was not exactly a knight in shiny armor; despite the color of his coat and his undeniable charisma, Finn had an Achilles heel -- which was the fear of confinement. Ever since he could remember he had had that irrational fear of feeling trapped, not only physically but also emotionally, hence why he never liked the term of boy/girlfriend
Jagged breaths escaped from his parted lips as he tried to calm himself enough to poke his head in the dark tunnel.I-I'm here,
he barked, struggling to keep his voice from breaking. He was as frightened as she was, if not more, but he had pushed himself to crawl inside for her.
Psh like I would ever mind!! <3
Fin was pretty sure that this was going to be the end of her. In truth, there was plenty of room to either side of the moth for her to slip past with a good foot of space between her and the creature, but she was kept in place by the fear that the moment she tried, the bastard would take to the air and land on her and she was so NOT okay with that. But, if Finley had had the ability to see that she could get out without getting hurt, then she probably would have been able to see that moths were completely harmless and it was ridiculous to be even the tiniest bit afraid of them let alone terrified. And then again, that would suggest that Fin was not a ridiculous character when we all know that she, in fact, was.
In her horror, Fin had failed to hear the footsteps pounding closer and closer, but she did hear it when a voice cried out for her. Her heart leaped into her throat as she recognized it, and with a sob she called back. "Finn!!" she barked, "Finn, kill it kill it kill it kill it kill it!!!" She wriggled helplessly against the wall as though she were about to run to him, but until the moth was dead she wasn't going anywhere.
To her dismay, her movement and Finn's approach caused the moth to take again take flight, which elicited another shriek from the Blackthorn. It wavered gently in the air, floating around near the ceiling, which was a good couple of feet above their heads standing. It bounced against the stone while Finley flattened her body against the ground and dug her claws into the dirt for dear life. "OH MY GOD PLEASE KILL IT PLEASE!!" she shouted again as though she were being mauled by a bear.
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I am so freaked out by moths myself that I couldn't even bring myself to look at a picture of one so that I could describe it accurately *shudders*
In a moment, Finn's scent had filled the room. In Finley's panic and relief at seeing his face and feeling his presence, she failed to notice that with him, Finn brought another wave of anxiety that had nothing to do with the little moth that whirled around their heads. She ducked down as he came to her, crawling on her belly to place herself twisted beneath him and between his front legs. With her head pressed against the ground, she blinked up at him in confusion as he spoke.
"What do you mean 'was'? It's right there!!" Fin whimpered as she gestured with a paw up towards the ceiling. The moth was brown so blended in a bit with the dark ceiling, but it was large as a golf ball so it was still fairly noticeable. It landed on the ceiling with its wings settled down upon it to reveal the two yellow circles staring down at them like wide, freaky-ass eyes. Fin snagged her gaze on those circles and stared back, trembling and smashing her head against Finn's leg.
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bwaha don't worry Finn will save ya
If it weren't for the soft touch of her fur against his flank, and the slight yet comforting shivering of her body he would've probably passed out right there. Although the fear of having the very walls of the cave fall in on them was still clawing at his chest he stood firm, his muscles tensed and every single hair on his back pricked.
The moth continued to glide above their heads, probably oblivious to the havoc it was causing underneath. Finn, with his tail neutrally held against his thighs, looked around for the monster, his eyes traced the dimly illuminated flooring but not even a print could be found. Suddenly, his stunt double that wasn't as thrilled to be doing this stunt either, squeaked beneath him, her paw gesturing at something above.
Thinking that she meant the ceiling was beginning to crumble, the panicked male hunched over, his tail whipping to one side and his ears falling flat on his skull. Then, realizing that the falling pieces of rocks he had seen had been production of his mind, he tipped his head back slowly, trying to estabilize his jagged breaths.
On the very center of the swaying surface that server as ceiling (it looked much closer and fragile in his eyes) two bright yellow circles stared at them. At first Finn thought the shiny eyes belonged to an animal, though he couldn't quite think of any creature that could stand on the ceiling like that... He issued a warning growl at the mysterious object, his eyes narrowing until the outlines of the paper-like wings and the antenna began twitching slowly, revealing the true form of the demon.
Confused, but not at all judgamental of her fear, he lowered his muzzle into the trembling skin on the nape of her neck.It's alright, I won't let it get you,
he murmured as he began pushing her towards the entrance, keeping himself over her at all times.
itty bitty powerplay in assuming Finn wouldn't take off immediately after her...!
Fin didn't fail to notice then that her companions legs were still shaking--she just failed to realize that it was from his own terror instead of from his muscles being pissed at him from walking so weird with a girl between them (LOL). At his assurance that the moth was long gone, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
And then, she ran for it.
Like a lightning bolt, she shot out from beneath her saviour and sprinted away from the cave. If that was a place that moths liked to visit, she wasn't coming within a mile of it ever again. For near a minute, she ran as fast as she ever had in her life before finally stopping and collapsing onto her haunches. Panting heavily, she turned and looked around, feeling a little frantic upon realizing she had left Finn behind. Where was he? He had to be there NOW! What if there were more moths? OMG WAS ONE ON HER!? No. No, one was not. But still! A whine escaped her as she sat hoping that he would hurry.
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*cries* I hate to do this, but you want to wrap up in your next post? ):
It worked. Fin's smile broadened as she saw his resolve melt against the power of her adorableness, and she lifted her head a bit while her ears perked forward. His comment brought a gentle chuckle free from her throat. She searched his face to catch a glimpse of his soft olive eyes, delighting at the sight of that unusual gleam that was always there when he was looking at her with that look on his face.
"You're right.. I am being pretty ungrateful," Fin replied coyly. She quirked a single brow at him, her eyes glinting mischieviously. She leaned towards him, her muzzle guiding her way towards his throat. A low purr rumbled from her chest as she reached out and allowed her breath to ruffle the fur upon his neck.
Fin stopped only centimeters away from his neck and a wicked grin twisted across her muzzle. Without a word, she hopped merrily away from her, another laugh bursting free. "HA! In your dreams, handsome," she barked at him jovially. In the next moment, she leaped towards him and fell into a play bow, growling plafully one moment and then darting off the next in an invitation for him to chase.
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oh baby I'll miss youu (and finn of course..) ;-;
She was a tease -- she knew it, and she loved it.
Though Finn would've like to grab her shoulders and shake some sense into her, he remained completely immobile as she filled his nose and tickled his skin with her warm breath. There was no wordly power that could make him shift his gaze from the chocolate-ly abyss of her eyes -- but as usual there wasn't any outwordly power that could make her stay either.
She was also a runner -- and avoided; though he didn't think she knew it.
Just like him, she wore an outer armor that shielded her from every attempt he made to reach out to her.
She was untouchable.
In the next second she jumped away from his grasp again; like sand sliding through his fingers she was out and about again. Leaving nothing but the disappearing image of her bum waving in the distance.
And he was a fool -- one that didn't feel the cuts in his heart and ignored the gushing blood just to get another glimpse of her smile.
As she vanished into thin air, he lunged for her, not realizing that once again he was chasing the falling stars -- the ones she rode.