I splash you!, AW

My first thread! Feel free to join, I hope he can last his first few posts...

They see me a trollin'... they be hatin'Having lived a whooping ten months full of excitement and survival, Sniffs felt he had plenty to brag about. In fact, he felt that he should be presented with some sort of award, a high rank, or privileges, or, or ... something. But in truth, every day seemed to run into the previous, a motonous color-blind frenzy of paranoia, eating, pooping, eating, and sleeping. Like when you play a cassette video tape backwards and all you can discern is the movement of things on the screen and the constant flickering of light. As a mouse, his life would only flicker so long before being snufffed out. Such was the way of the world, but he was determined to make his best out of it.He felt satisfied with his meager existence so far. He had dug a burrow, invited another, and happily teased, taunted, and picked on it to a level of personal perfection. Always enough to tell the other male that he was boss in this pecking order, to frighten him into continually finding food for them both, and to keep this roommates' paranoia in a rather enjoyable state. But everyday it simply left in the morning and returned in the evening, with or without food, and always with the ragged, tired, beat-down expression that was the essence of life.With no satisfying subjects to rein havock upon with metal fist...er, tail, of iron, today Sniffs found himself outdoors alone in the bright winter sun. A thorny bush provided him with ample cover and a source of shade. More than anything, right now he could really go for a big puddle of water to satisfy his thirst ... and then turn around and water-smack the nearest living object.Other creatures. He loathed them all.

He wasn't much older than the field rat, some may even say he was about the same age. His mother always did ask him "When are you going to grow up?" -but in the end, Vajeaiie usually shrugged it off and went about his own business.
He never was the smart one of the litter, his parents made sure to tell him that one, as well as the entire pack... even the food he ate often reminded him of how... completely incapable he was... he couldn't even kill a rabbited without getting the snot kicked out of him in the proccess.... or the eye... or the face.... sometimes in the bum... But then again, he wasn't much of a killer.... didn't like the site of blood, let alone, imagin what those fangs were for.
It no longer mattered.... he had a new mother to take care of him, and she was so much nicer than his birth mother... but then again, there came the fact of how he even came into her care, and that was only because he was so stupid that he couldn't find his way back to his own pack after deciding to take a "walk" (a 150 mile walk) out of his parent's pack. But his new mother was very careful not to loose him like his old one did... despite the physical differences between them, he still considered her his mother, even called her as such.
And so, the African Wild Dog Pup, Navajeaiie -as he had been named by his birth mother (how the hell he managed to remember that one only the heavens know...) was out in the fields as he usually was, bathed in the sun of the savannah that of which was his home, his playground, and of course.... a slap back into reality at times (don't even ask about the baby rhino he thought wanted to play with him).
But as the days usually unfolded, he always found a new friend to play with, his small body sniffing for others to occupy his always wondering mind in ways that no single being could ever understand... and that was all it took.... he probably saw the cutest looking thing on the face of the world just before him... and unlike other predators... his mind never said kill... it said something totally the opposite.
He leaped back, black ears went up in excitement, and that tail went up faster than an alcoholic could down a glass of brandie; -that was, before it began to wag, and his front area dropped down to the ground, giving his invitation.
He barked -errr.... yipped, with a loud high-pitched tone, one that almost sounded like he was bitching, eyes wide with eager anticipation at the discovery of his new playmate.
"WANNA P'W'AY!?" -what else could you expect from a puppy?

The Savannah heat baked down against her short fur coat, though Gemma didn't notice. She was built for everything in the Savannah. The heat, the sometimes lack of water, the hunt, even her newest challenge, the young African wild dog she had adopted as her son. Although not naturally hers, Navajeaiie (or as she called him, Pancake) she loved him dearly. In her mind he was hers and she would always love him and care for him. As it was, the leopardess was about to go hunt for her son and she, as was her motherly instinct to do so. But first she was going to go check on him first, be sure that he didn't leave the are she had marked for him and that he was safe.

Making her way across the fields that she effortlessly blended in to, she sniffed out the location of her charge, finding him not too far off and thankfully within the boundaries she had marked. As she approached she heard Pancake yip and bow down like he was playing with something, though Gemma couldn't see what. Coming closer, she saw what appeared to be some kind of mouse. "Who's your new friend Son?" she asked with a nuzzle and a lick on his muzzle. Gemma was always affectionate to her child, making sure he new exactly how much she loved him; hat was, to the ends of the earth.

They see me a trollin'... they be hatin'The fearless adult stood his ground, though tentatively so. Two back paws propped him up upon a slightly bulging stomach, and two fronts hovered millimeters above the ground, ready to turn tail upon any chaos to big for his ego to manhandle. In truth, it was more curiosity than anything that prompted his fight response rather than a speedy flight away from the awkward looking spotted mini-alpaca (or so he thought). Never before had he seen such a silly patterned creature.His ears merely gave a flit in annoyance at the invitation to play. He could merely wonder what kind of sick joke that must have been to the speaker. If anything, it would be him to pull the strings in the situation. He would show the silly overgrown meerkat who was boss!Snatching two large pebbles in proportion to his head, he hastily shoved them into his mouth and pushed them out the side of his cheeks. With now-bulging face, he stood his full height and stretched his paws above his head, waving them about wildly. "Look-at-me-look-at-me-let's-play! Playplayplay!", he mocked, in a voice so fast that even an auctioneer would have problems competing with - much less actually comprehend. He continued to exaggerate his hand-wavey postures for a few moments, even going so far to jump up and down and stomp his feet, creating tiny clouds of displaced dust the size of his body mass. "Stupidstupidyourstupidstupid! Ismackyou! Ismackyou! Ibeatyou!", he threatened in the most fearsome angry voice he could muster. It felt quite good, actually, to hurl insults at a mammal more than two-hundred times it's own size. He reared back on his back haunches, lowering himself for a pounce...And, in an instant, everything changed. He froze. A new arrival approached. His muscles tingled, tense with anxiety, veins pumping with adrenaline, and arms and features temporarily petrified. All of his confidence faded at the arrival of another probable predator (in reality, anything bigger than him was a predator). He had never seen this kind of beast either, but his ears began to quiver in excitement as they picked up the conversation between them. Once more, his attitude and demeanor changed in an instant. "AaaaaaaaaaaaaaHAHAHAHA!!!", he burst , spitting out his rocks now thoroughly slimy with saliva. He fell onto his back and began to roll around, clasping his hands over his chest and bellowing as hard as he could. This creature was his mama! Both so hideous! Not nearly as handsome and agile as he. As he continued to laugh, tears began to stream down his cheeks.

His tail continued to wag, his ears up in excitement as he thought his new friend was actually going to play with him. Ready for his first move, tongue gliding across his maw in eager anticipation, watching the small critter place two pebbles in his mouth.
"Look-at-me-look-at-me-Let's-play! Playplayplay!" At his words, Vajeaiie grew excited, spinning in a circle, whirling a cloud of dust in excitement as he once more slammed his front end to the ground, tail wagging in a blur as he panted with excitement, thin puppy teeth exposed as the rat jumped up and down in the dirt, giving life ot his own little dust cloud.
""Stupidstupidyourstupidstupid! Ismackyou! Ismackyou! Ibeatyou!" almost as though he understood his words, he began to realize that the rat was saying not so-nice things, and in fact, never wanted to play at all... but was making fun of of him instead. His rambunctuous expresion faded into more of a pout as his tail began to lower, soon to follow was his ears as he let out a long depressed whine.
"Who's your new friend, son?" he heard his mother say to him sbefore glidding a tongue with the roughness of sandpaper along his muzzle.
Vajeaiie was hurt now, coming to the knowledge that he was being made fun of the entire time.
"He no f'w'iend... he's 'w'ude..." the pup whimpered childishly as he watched the rat burst in an uproar of laughter at the two, falling on his back and bellowing hard, watching as tears streamed down his face in his laughter before he stood and turned, walking off -paws slamming down on the hard surface of the Savannah as he felt some of his own tears run down his cheeks, making his way to the shade offered by a tree to sulk there for a moment becoming aware of his own loneliness... no one wanted to play with him.

Gemma saw the little itty bitty mouse making fun of her son. Knowing Pancake was hungry, Gemma slammed her paw down on the little beast, catching it's tail between the toes on her paw. "Life's not fair, is it? You see I -- well, I... shall never be King." she sighed slightly "And you... shall never see the light of another day.". Gemma giggled. "... Adieu..."

She dangled the rat infront of her pup. "Are you hungry my dear?" she asked, twirling the tiny beast like a top. "He would make such a decilicous snack don't you think?"

The lions had himuliated him, yet again. And now? -Just like last time, he was being forced to leave the hunt with an empty stomach that continued to gnaw and tear at his inerds.
Yet again, hungry for the day, he skulked through the savannah, his ears low, his tail hanging behind as his large lengthy legs carried him through the dry-lands of the clearing. His stripes dark, his camoflaged pattered blending him into the environment as he began to search for anything edible that was able to sustain him for the night until the next big hunt (all of which he had somehow failed due to the lions). It was almost a never-ending war between him and the other cats that lived and hunted in this area. One way or another, he lost his lunch to someone else, or something else... or the caribou suddenly grew some balls, and turned around and gave him a run for his money. HOLD IT!
Was that.... a... puppy? -A Wild Dog puppy?
He was bewildered, in fact, estranged as he set his eyes upon the scene... no way... well... she had to be only teasing him with the catch, right? She couldn't possibly be offering it to him? Dangling the little mouse before his face and taunting him with the fact that she had food and he didn't?

No... he was wrong... her words proved him wrong, "Are you hungry my dear?"
Had the savannahs gone to the dogs? Was everyone beginning to loose their minds over the change of the season? Was he seeing things? Growing dilerious as time went by? It made no difference to him, but that huntress was something else.... in fact, already he found himself making his way to her, a pleasuring pur in his voice as he walked up casually and stopped just behind the pup and her.
"Do my eyes deceive me, or do I see princess over there?" he raised an eyebrow in her direction as he gave a "smile" of his own.

Feel free to have yourself a pump snack...

They see me a trollin'... they be hatin'As the rodent rolled around on his rear end and belly, tears gradually streaming down in uncontrolled laughter, he could only laugh all the harder (if even possible) as the dog-wolf disappointedly and angrily seemed to storm away to mother Cheetah. It was quite a scene, prey laughing at predator, who just happened to be a hyena. He was caught unaware, and it wasn't until a sense of vertigo reached his ears that his shrill bellowing ceased immediately.Wide and beady black eyes peered at the the world from an nonnative height. It felt like he was flying, drifting.... like dying. Now alarmed, having decided that he thoroughly disliked being so far from the ground, his body squirmed this way and that, trying to escape the clutches of a paw at least twice his size. His ears perked high, straining to hear all there was from where he dangled by his tail, hoping to pick up any clues that could lead to freedom once more. The captor's words indicated no less than death, offering it to her "son". Much to his dismay, a new voice rose from a place he couldn't see. Scared at the possibility of death, angry at being held by his tail, and annoyed by the presence of another, he decided that now was the perfect time to return to a ... safer laughing distance. He used his tail as a climbing rope to come close to the paw. He gave his jaws as wide a yawn as his mouth would allow, and then with all the force he could muster, slammed his jaws shut, hoping to take a good bite out of his captor. He began to thrash this way and that, using his sharp front and rear claws on whatever he could find. "RABIIIIIES! ZOMBIEES!", he roared as ferocious as any field mouse could.

Tears of himuliation continued to run down his cheeks as he laid his head down between his paws, -ears flat against the back of his skull, tail curled tightly against his side as he whimpered to himself, watched his new mother slam down her paw only moments later and holding the mouse up before whispering strange words to the rodent before coming her way.

Yet, as she did so, his eyes straid off to the distance and far to the right to where he saw the thin figure of a large cat, his nose told him that he was a male, just like him, a "laughing" expression upon his face as he froze in his tracks.

Well, it wasn't the first time that Vajeaiie had seen that face, the enlarged eyes, the confused wag of the tail, he had seen it in many other of the large cats when they gained the knowledge of knowing that the wild dog puppy was in the care of a 'big cat', as the humans had always referred to others of his 'mothers' kind.

When he regained focus back to what was infront of him, he found the rat dangling before his nose, lifting his head, and shifting his paws, he became excited from his mother's voice.

"Are you hungry my dear?" that little mouse twirled inbetween her paws, He would make such a delicious snake, don't you think?"

Vajeaiie whimpered in eager anticipation, when once again, his attention was took off focus to the wandering cheetah just behind his mother. In fear that he'd do something to hurt her, his ears went up, and he felt his legs grow tense, but once more, he heard the coyous words of the flirt, "Do my eyes deceive me, or do I see a princess over there?"

It wasn't a lie, his mother often got the same style of words, and it usually ended up with her going off to a secluded area to disappear for a few hours. (The fact that it was a common occasion in a way, made him more knowledgable of the fact).

He did what he usually did, rolled his eyes seeing that the cheetah was interested in his new mom, and wanted the same thing that the other dogs in the pack had wanted with his mother (who never once declined an offer).
Returning his attention to the mouse before him, it was already too late, -watching the little mouse climb up the length of his tail, curling over, before watching that mouth open with those two large teeth, his eyes went wide when he saw the teeth imbed themselves directly into the padding of her paw, watching him thrash and yell words that were so high pitched that he could barely understand, yet made them out quite clearly, "RABIIIIIES! ZOMBIEES!" - he barked loudly, before standing and swatting the paw to protect his mother, fangs slightly exposed as he began to stomp the ground with his own forelegs, hind legs spread apart to allow him to get lower to the ground, and ready to pounce in that instant, eyes searching for the mouse that had both insulted and hurt his mother!

WippFyre

I was wandering where I had never been before...But that,Was no big change of scenery... A strange assortment of large..(And small) Savannah animals came into my range of view and I slowed, watching them...

~ When the rain falls down..I'm coming clean.~

The male cheetah was cute...But it seemed he was flirting with another feline...Well, time to see how she handled..competition. I walked slowly up to them..My long tail brushing the ground in a message that said..i'm not a threat..What's happening?.. I flashed a glance at the male..He was cute. Time to give him the cute or die test. "Hello...I am WippFyre. Who might you all be?"

~I'l try my best to shake off the raindrops love.~