May 17, 2016, 11:09 AM
Oi it's been a while, Sonia <3
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"She was right," he said good naturedly as his head lifted - a thin tendril of drool draped from his loose jowl and connected to the rock from where he'd been resting - and observed the creature that had stumbled upon him. "Oh!" he exclaimed with sudden surprise. "Your kind comes in boys, too!" And honestly he never would've figured such on his own.
The elephant in this instance was Mac and he knew it; he slowly eased himself into a sitting position and gave his thick tail a few well-meaning whacks against the dirt. But the brief pause of his opening mouth allowed Fry to enter with unceremonious disregard of any potential threat (admittedly Mac was slow on the uptake that they might be part of the menu for some of the wild eyed animals) and took the lead on their introductions. Mac nodded in approval and watched his brother with gladness and pride that mingled prominently on his features; since tearing the cone off of him the Retriever seemed find a spark of hunting instinct.
"Good Fry," he cooed while leaning over and rubbing his cheek fondly against his brother's. And there wasn't enough to logically split between three wolves but there was common courtesy to consider...it was only after a momentary pause that he reached down and snipped the battered thing into three reasonably equal pieces. A swipe of his foot saved the meatiest division for Fry - he'd earned it after all - and the next biggest piece was nudged closer to their audience. Mac's own portion was the least appealing bit but he leaned down and snagged it in his teeth without complaint; it disappeared with a single, smacking gulp that he punctuated with a whine of pleasure. Food was scared and he was a garbage disposal on good days...this was a rich man's meal in these hard times.
"I'm a Newfoundland," he recited with the same patience he'd extended to the she wolves before. "My name is Big Mac!" There was spirit in his voice as though recalling his man given name gave him pleasure...and to an extent it did. It reminded him that the world wasn't entirely made of dark and cold and hunger. He'd find his way back with Fry one way or another.
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"She was right," he said good naturedly as his head lifted - a thin tendril of drool draped from his loose jowl and connected to the rock from where he'd been resting - and observed the creature that had stumbled upon him. "Oh!" he exclaimed with sudden surprise. "Your kind comes in boys, too!" And honestly he never would've figured such on his own.
The elephant in this instance was Mac and he knew it; he slowly eased himself into a sitting position and gave his thick tail a few well-meaning whacks against the dirt. But the brief pause of his opening mouth allowed Fry to enter with unceremonious disregard of any potential threat (admittedly Mac was slow on the uptake that they might be part of the menu for some of the wild eyed animals) and took the lead on their introductions. Mac nodded in approval and watched his brother with gladness and pride that mingled prominently on his features; since tearing the cone off of him the Retriever seemed find a spark of hunting instinct.
"Good Fry," he cooed while leaning over and rubbing his cheek fondly against his brother's. And there wasn't enough to logically split between three wolves but there was common courtesy to consider...it was only after a momentary pause that he reached down and snipped the battered thing into three reasonably equal pieces. A swipe of his foot saved the meatiest division for Fry - he'd earned it after all - and the next biggest piece was nudged closer to their audience. Mac's own portion was the least appealing bit but he leaned down and snagged it in his teeth without complaint; it disappeared with a single, smacking gulp that he punctuated with a whine of pleasure. Food was scared and he was a garbage disposal on good days...this was a rich man's meal in these hard times.
"I'm a Newfoundland," he recited with the same patience he'd extended to the she wolves before. "My name is Big Mac!" There was spirit in his voice as though recalling his man given name gave him pleasure...and to an extent it did. It reminded him that the world wasn't entirely made of dark and cold and hunger. He'd find his way back with Fry one way or another.
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we only want it with the lights out - by Big Mac - May 11, 2016, 04:31 PM
RE: we only want it with the lights out - by Stark - May 16, 2016, 12:49 AM
RE: we only want it with the lights out - by French Fry - May 17, 2016, 05:14 AM
RE: we only want it with the lights out - by Big Mac - May 17, 2016, 11:09 AM
RE: we only want it with the lights out - by Stark - May 17, 2016, 03:00 PM
RE: we only want it with the lights out - by French Fry - May 20, 2016, 03:42 AM
RE: we only want it with the lights out - by Big Mac - May 31, 2016, 11:06 PM
RE: we only want it with the lights out - by Stark - June 08, 2016, 11:46 PM