Nightly Frolic -Tearen/open-

[Banshee]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/bback-1.jpg] Banshee sat in the shallow water bordering the Clear-Eyed Pool, observing the minnows that swam around his paws. His bright blue eyes tried to eagerly track the motions of his new friends, waiting for the opportune moment to seize one and give it a new home in his stomach. The idea of fish living in his stomach was an amusing one, and the pup was too young to realize the ridiculous notion of the matter. Their bright scales shone like diamonds in the silver light of the moon, the light also reflecting off the cold grey stripes that slashed through Banshee’s black pelt. Eager to catch his prey his tail waged, sending small ripples through the enchanting aqua depths. However he was too young to understand the advantages of patience and it was not long before he gave a tiny hop and tried pinning one of the bright darts under his paw. No such luck as the minnows scattered deeper into the bond, their dance interrupted by the strange commotion. Giving a couple of loud barks Banshee swiped his paw angrily through the water, stomping his foot in his disdain. Horrid fishies, he thought, and I was going to give them a new home! Showing his little fangs he plodded out of the water, giving his short fur a shake. Nearby a thick patch of water reeds grew on the land and it was in this thicket of vegetation that the Don’s son slinked in to hide. Hopefully his next prey would not get away and he could show his parents that he was a great hunter. Slinking down all that could be seen was the blood red tip of his ears, pointed high in alert. This waiting soon grew boring and he hoped out, nose to the ground as he tracked down a strange scent. Soon the smell brought Banshee to a small rivulet that streamed from the pool and from behind a rock a big fat frog jumped out. Yelping a little in surprise Banshee gave a small growl of excitement, the giant frog was his! Would it explode if he jumped on it? Pouncing to and fro the little pup followed the slimy creature up the stream, splashing through the water as he tried to keep track of the animal. Finally the frog paused to rest up top a rock, its bulging eyes almost glowing in the darkness and Banshee saw his opportunity. Wiggling his hind-quarters he made a giant leap and successfully landed in a thick pile of forest sludge, missing his target with due diligence. The frog hopped away with a mocking croak leaving the pup with a mask of mud for all his trouble. Sighing, the young male rolled around in the stream, cleaning the worst of the mess off before sauntering discouraged onto dry land. B a n s h e e 's . S o n g

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[Tearen]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-7.png] "Speaking" Tearen sniffed along the jungle floor, pretending he was a great tracker like his parents when really, he couldn't smell much except a lot of flowers and jungle trees: That was about it. However, he soon looked up, his silver eyes gleaming in the night, as well as the silver specks that graced his navy blue fur. His coat looked like a miniature of the night sky itself, as his mother had told him, and he was quite proud of it. He had smelled something, someone: For a moment he paused, fearful of what might lay behond. Would it be his father or mother, coming here to scold him for running off at night, or some evil, three-horned jungle moster awaiting to devour him? That thought scared him so much he gave a tiny yip of excitement, and glanced wildly around, wondering for a minute who had made that sound until he realized it was himself. He shook himself, and with steely determination scolded himself under his breath: "Now Tearen, that can't exist... I hope..." If only Banshee or Pandora was here to keep him company... Suddenly, he remembered what he'd smelled: The familiar scent of his older brother, Banshee! He galloped along the forest floor, probably causing quite a bit of noise as leaves crunched under his puppy paws, his gangly legs going a mile a minute. It took him a while to locate him, wich involved a lot of sniffing and running around in circles, but he finally made it: Just in time to see his blue-eyes brother fall into a pile of mud. He raised a small eyebrow, one of his trademarks when he would grow older: He meandered over, curious. "Watcha doing, Banshee?" he asked.

[Banshee]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/bback-1.jpg] Banshee sulked out of the stream, giving a flustered shake of his black fur and stopping to lick clean a couple of spots the water had missed. He did not like being dirty, it made his fur look ugly and only prisoners were dirty wolves. Banshee was no prisoner and therefore being dirty was unacceptable and quite revolting. Sniffing indignantly he thought about his nanny, now there was a poor sod, he thought devilishly, his father had had to punish her for letting them sneak away already and no doubt this time would be no exception. Banshee never got in trouble, it was always the weak nanny that was blamed which certainly provided some meager entertainment when the pup was stuck in the den. Frankly Banshee could not wait for his own prisoner to play with, he would make it hunt all his food, keep his coat clean and do all the pesky chores like cleaning out the den that the pup had not vested interest in doing. After all, he was far too noble for that sort of lower class work. At the sound of his brother's voice Banshee whipped around and ran at Tearen, jumping into a leaping pounce to try and tackle his sibling in greeting. Just the thing he needed, company from a worthy partner in crime! His voice broke out in a series of joyful yips, and he tried to pull at Tearen's ear with his little teeth. His tongue lolled around in simple amusement, life was easy and a bucket of fun for the young wolf as he wasn't plagued with a care in the world except when he would eat next. It could be said he was spoiled, and so indeed he was for his father was being over seeing the pack and often times Pandora would take up their mother's attention, leaving the pair of brothers to dig up trouble to their pleasure. In any case you would not catch Banshee complaining, unless he was being fed jackalop which was far too common a meal for his refined taste. "Hunting, that's what! Have you seen the prisoner around?" The prisoner a much cooler term for their nanny, Banshee did not like being scolded by that one. "Hey! Maybe if we work together we can catch somethin'? Betcha we could Tear, whad'ya say?" It was a spot on idea, with their combined skill they would catch something in no time, perhaps they might even bring it back to the den to play with before killing it, their momma would be proud and they'd even let Pandora have a bite this time. B a n s h e e 's . S o n g

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[Tearen]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-7.png] "Speaking" The navy blue lupus let out a small oomf! as Banshee landed right on him: Tearen was a thinner wolf, but with longer legs than average, and even though Banshee was bigger than him, he managed to squeeze out: Sometimes being thinner had its advantages, though he was still quite close as Banshee in height. He batted the air before his brother playfully, standing on hind legs for a second before returning to four paws, his tail wagging. Hunting? His ears perked: That sounded like fun to him, he hadn't done much except try to catch some mice, and even to catch a small one had taken himself some time at first, but he was steadily getting better. His silver eyes twinkled: " Hunting sounds good to me, Banshee! Whadaya wanna hunt tonight? Maybe some mice? Or even a jackalope, if we can find one..." he licked his chops: Even if he'd eaten just a few hours ago, the thrill of the hunt was causing his stomach to rumble just a little. Besides, food they caught themselves would be much better than what they were served at the den. "The prisoner? She's probably back at the den, finishing her chores... Boy was she st-u-u-pid," he stretched the vowels out, "to cross Poppa and Momma... She'll never ever get out of here!" he grinned a little: He would never trespass, until he was older and then he'd just scare them away like Poppa or Momma. Or so he thought. Just then several small mice ran by, unsuspecting of the two pups lurking nearby: They stopped to nibble at some leaves, and he winked at Banshee, who he hoped was ready. He pounced, and although he caused them to scatter, he did grab one by the tail as it ran away. He dropped the small grey thing between his paws, and looked up to see if Banshee had caught one also...

[Banshee]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/bback-1.jpg] Banshee felt his brother escape from his tackle and rolled onto his back and away from Tearen, bouncing back up onto his four paws with a little growl. He always knew his brother was up to some fun, he could count on Tearen for anything and so he was not surprised when the other pup took an interest in a hunt. Banshee already had thoughts on the great catches they would make together and the lavish compliments their mother would give them for their grand prizes. “I don’t know, but I bet it will be a big catch and all will be jealous of us, especially the Duck!” The Duck was his pet name for Rache, Banshee did not like the Duck for she was too stuck up, but he was young yet and had not learned the importance of females. Laughing at his brother’s compliment he had to concede that their prisoner was stupid, walking into mafia territory and all. Well his momma and poppa had certainly taught her a good lesson and one day he would have his own slave, this idea occupied his mind a lot. “Yeah, one day we will catch an intruder and we will show them that nobody messes with the Mafia!” Banshee was incredibly proud of his pack; the mafia was evidently the strongest and could conquer any pack it wanted! It would hopefully be his one day and he would be the king of the meanest wolves in all the territories and all would bow down to Banshee the Badass. He knew badass was a dirty word, but he had heard some older wolves use it and he liked the sound of it. Banshee caught sight of several mice trying to scurry by, miniature intruders he would show them the punishment for trespassing! Following his brother’s example he gave a leap and hopped after the rodent, finally landing on its back and severing the spine with a satisfying little crunch. Delight lit his face and he picked up the lifeless body in his mouth to carry it back to his brother. Spitting the carcass onto the ground he said with an evil grin, “This is a good start!” Lowering his head he proceeded to devour the small catch with ferocity, food splattering across his face. It did not take him long to finish his appetizer and he diligently licked himself spotless. However his stomach still rumbled and he turned to his brother, “Let’s go see what else we can catch!” Scampering off he disappeared into the underbrush, his movements clumsy and loud for after all he was still a pup. B a n s h e e 's . S o n g

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[Tearen]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-7.png] "Speaking" The youngest of the two brothers followed Banshee's example and crunched his mouse's neck, blood dripping down his maw as he quickly ate his meal: Even for a wolf as thin as he, it wasn't very much... They needed something more, something bigger, and better! He snickered as Banshee talked about the Duck: What a funny little wolf she was, always popping up around them! Younger yet, he would soon realize as he grew older that having an ally was a good thing, and Rache would prove useful if he ever matured enough to realize: But boys would be boys, and on he continued. "Catch an intruder... Yeah, good idea! We could make them clean our den, wash our fur, and hunt for us, and then, when they're no good anymore we could feed them to... Um, a Calagris! That we'll have tamed because we're so awesome of course." He grinned. Ren didn't even know exactly what a Calagris was, but they seemed mean and vicious, and that would do. He followed his brother through the underbrush, his little tail wagging along happily. Soon they came upon a small nest of some sort, and he peered inside: There, sleeping, was a small scrawny Jackaloppe! He raised his eyebrows at Banshee, and winked conspiratorially. He whispered in his ear: " I'll wake him up, and you get ready to grab him as he runs out of his little hidey hole, 'kay Banshee?" The creature lay in a hollow log, where there was an opening just large enough for a small pup such as Tearen to reach his paw in and swipe a few times. He positioned himself, his silver eyes glowing. His paw was over the hole, and like any young pup, clumsily tripped. In went his paw, rudely hitting the sleeping animal, who jolted awake with a deafening squeal. "Oops! Here he comes!" Tearen yelled as the animal bolted. He ran to the end to try and help Banshee catch their prey.