When I Want To Do What I Want To Do (open/Blitzen)

[Tessa]

[/b] he growled, "I told you: the next time I see you, I will kill you. Yah!" he yipped as he created a storm of sand, chasing his tail round and round, the sun beating down on him. The waves crashing around him. A puppy chasing his tail.


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[Blitzen]

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[atrb=background,http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n263/cows123210909/Kleiner_MC3BCnsterlC3A4nder-1.png] Water! Oh how he loved the water! And the beach! Sand and surf, every day and all the time would leave the brute in a state of eternal joy. The fuzzy gray horizon had aroused the dog form his napping, and the smell of the salty ocean had him padding dreamily out onto the sand. It had been an almost unconscious effort- his eyes had been half-closed, and his mind wandering... almost as if the munsterlander was sleep walking. But when his paws left the sand and touched the foamy deep teal of the ocean, those eyelids had sprang right up and he had proceeded to frisk and frolic in the oncoming waves like a pup. He would turn, back to the open ocean, and wait patiently for a wave to come and give him a push. Once the water was rushing over his back, the dog would let go of himself. Stop standing, stop moving.... he would let his body go limp and let the sea push him toward shore. It was a fun practice. A risky one too... You never want your back to be toward the ocean. Pulling his dripping body from the sea, the brown and white dog shook himself- chuckling as the water sprayed in all directions, speckling the sand like raindrops from above. Still dripping, the brutes nose found the earth, and he meandered along the beach, sniffing out who had been there that morning. /Gulls... gulls.... gulls... albatross.... gulls... dead fish... pure blood dog.... gulls.... crab.... pup.../ The last had come upon the canines nose as that brown tool of his trade hovered over the sagging wood of a washed up log. He sniffed it carefully, chuckling. A child had marked the log, a pup. Why would a pup mark? If Blitz had been a pureblood, or a wolf, or even a mix, such a mark would lead him right to the child. And if the younger animal was a species whoever else could have found him opposed.... The big dog shuddered. A wolf pup would be killed, a pureblood pup killed... yet a united would have a chance. Maybe. A sliver of a chance, at least. Taking another whiff of the mark, the munsterlander considering peeing over it. He was bigger, should he not? Should he leave the mark for the world to smell, or pee over it and mask the pups scent? With a shrug the dog decided to leave it be. Who was he to correct a stranger? Nose to the ground once more, the loner set off across the beach again, not stopping, merely taking in the world as only a dog could. He wandered along, slow, steady, distant to the world he whisked through. ...That was, of course, until a spraying of sand went up his nose, and the larger dog sneezed unhappily, the grains tickling the inside of his snout. Brown eyes lifted from the earth he had been inhaling, darting wildly to rest on a dog, No, a pup- who seemed to be whirling in circles and kicking up an awful lot of sand. Sand, which, had gotten into his nose. /I must be slow this morning, to be just now piecing this together./ He thought such a thought with silent amusement, merely smiling a twinge and settling down in the sand to watch the pup in his game. He caught the pups words before he whirled in circles after his tail, and mock-frowned. "Bastard isn't a word for a child, you know." Blitz muttered with an impish grin, as if he could care less. He really didn't mind swears- being of particularly vulgar language himself- but he smiled and tutted and shook his head as if hearing a pup utter such an oath was disappointing.

[Tessa]

[/b] he nodded with a satisfied snuff. That should show this stranger that Pan-Darious took orders from no canine. Though his words were empty and air-filled fantasies of a young, hopeful pup. Every puppy went through this defiant stage and this would be approaching the point where he would have either remained with his family or made off to make his own. He wasn't so sure he wanted a family, not after what had happened with his. He had witnessed his mother go insane and try to kill his father, and then fighting visciously, ending up in his father dying from his wounds and his mother dying in the jaws of his father, leaving Pan-Darious to his own devices. Families were too dangerous.

He righted himself and regarded the other male with a distaste that only a snotty young pup could, and leaned his snout forward to gain more of his scent.

He sneezed. "You're wet." then added cheekily, "Old bird."

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[Blitzen]

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[atrb=background,http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n263/cows123210909/Kleiner_MC3BCnsterlC3A4nder-1.png] Blitz watched in amusement as the little creature raised his hackles and growled upon his speaking. He watched, equally as amused, as that stance morphed into a more natural one for a pup- playfulness. Friendliness. /So this isn't a little feral beast, ready to rip me to shreds! Usually I can tell the difference faster!/ the thought was accompanied with an inaudible chuckle, and the dog tilted his head, flopped over ears going with it. He observed the pup, as a scientist would a specimen. What kind of dog was this pup? He looked like a mix, and a brief wondering of where the pups parents were- and what they were- whisked through the brutes mind. The kid looked like some kind of wolf or wild dog mix. He had an array of colors- tans, whites, creams, blackish-browns. Almost like a shepherd in his coloration. The ears were certainly the right shape... if not a bit floppy. But his build seemed different. More feral, like a wolf, or a dog very close to that. The munsterlander decided to wonder of it later, when he had nothing else to think about, and settled his head on his stretched out paws. A chuckle escaped the beast's mouth as he watched the pup slap the earth with his front paws, wiggling rump in the air. /Now that's more like a pup./ A grin accompanied such a thought, before fading into a challenging smirk as the pup spoke. No parents? What was such a young critter doing without any older dogs around? He heard the pup sniff, as if satisfied with his sentence. "I'm aware I'm not your dad. You wouldn't want me as a dad. All I do is run around, explore, roll in the dirt, hunt, eat, nap, fight, and get into trouble. And swim of course. But I'm absolutely positively boring." Another chuckle. Boring. As if his life had ever been boring. But the male continued, raising an 'eyebrow' as only a dog could, in that cocky and questioning way. "Oh? And what did your tail do? Slap you, whap you, cause you to get so dizzy from chasing after it? Or did it steal from you? Or bite you? Or trip you up? Embarrass you in front of a girl? Or... perhaps... did it oppose you? Didn't feel like doing what you do and going where you go?" Another grin, another light chuckle. He hoped he wasn't confusing the pup- Blitz sometimes got that way. He could jumble words, on occasion, or use ones out of most dog's vocabulary. It was all the traveling, prickling at his paws with new things to say. What had the pup called him? Old Bird? The dog laughed- as few can- at himself. Did he seem old? Scraggly like an aging pigeon? The last time he had checked he looked as young as ever. Four years was adulthood. Seven... eight... nine... that was old for a dog. But he didn't suppose the pup knew this, figured he was just being snotty, and didn't let it phase him, merely chuckled for about the millionth time. "I'm no bird, old or otherwise, or can you not tell the difference little pipsqueak? You know, real oldness starts when your eyes go bad like yours seem to be." He retorted, with an equal measure of cheekiness. "I am wet though," As if to confirm this, the older dog stood and shook his sopping fur once more, splattering the sand in another array of tiny drops of the ocean. Of course he was wet. He loved the wet! The wet was good, water was good, and without it his life /would/ be utterly boring. Besides the darting around, evading the packs, hunting... Still. A world without water is no world for Blitz.

[Tessa]

[/i] was interesting. He was- what were they called?- a grown up dog. An adult. They did nothing fun. Or, they never let him do anything fun. But... his curiosty had been teased. The pup cocked his head to one side and considered the males response carefully, his eyes wide with wonder and yet filled with the skepticism found in many post pup, pre-adult canines. He still wanted to explore but he knew that there were sometimes things that adults and other dogs said that were not real. Or not entirely true.

"You...do, huh?"

He asked thoughtfully. "Well, so do I!" he added indignantly, though it wasn't entirely true.

He didn't believe that the other canine was telling the truth either. Though he spoke like the kind of canine who did cool things. Actually, those things sounded like fun. Pan had yet to master the art of hunting and often went weeks without real food. He was sometimes even too small to even contend for scraps of carrion from other hunts, the birds of prey and scavenging threatening to wound him far too seriously. He was too afraid to sleep soundly and comfortably anymore. But he did like to explore, and he liked to think of himself as the master of rolling about in the dirt. He walked towards the canine and sat a bit closer to him, his little puppy form (which promised, by the size of his paws, to grow to be quite large and handsome) quivered with restrained excitement. Though... he was always excited, about anything- about life! Life was just way too interesting.

Pan...old? He yipped in a sarcastic version of a scoff, and threw his head back as he stood. "I am old? I am not even twelve moon cycles old, I can't be old! And my eyesight is just fine!" he added defensively, though he enjoyed the playful banter. He forgot to look out for dangers and forgot that he was loner too, for a moment, enjoying the company. His tail betrayed this feeling as it began to wag softly behind him.

The older male stood and shook water off of himself, sending droplets all over the places. Pan growled, unimpressed with being covered in water. He sneezed and glared at the canine. "Hey! Watch it will you, you're getting me all wet. " he complained bitterly and looked at the swelling ocean behind him. Uh-oh, he thought as he noticed the tide had basically ran up to meet him. It wasn't going to reach them for a while but he stepped away anyways, whimpering slightly, not wanting to be ripped off into the tide. Drowning was not fun.
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[Blitzen]

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[atrb=background,http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n263/cows123210909/Kleiner_MC3BCnsterlC3A4nder-1.png] The munsterlander, head still on his paws and staring thoughtfully at the grainy sand, listened as the pup snorted. Was he mistrustful of the larger dog? Afraid, annoyed? /I hope I don't scare him, I hate scaring pups./ The thought was sad, but hopeful in the fact that this little dog didn't scare easy. Or at least, not as much as most younger canines when A large dog like blitzen was around. He really wondered why he had been built his size. A gentle giant, not that he was the size of a Dane or Newfoundland... But in the eyes of smaller creatures he was enormous. Personally he found himself of average size, but his judge of that was by his own height, so he was probably wrong.... "You do, huh?" What...? Oh yes, the kid. He had been listening to the kid, when his mind had wandered. It seemed to be flitting about a lot lately. He shook his head, as if to shake out the distractions. "I do indeed." He said, but it was barely out of his mouth before an indignant yip of more words came out of the younger creatures mouth. "You do too? How's your exploring going? rolling in the dirt? How's the hunting around here, little loner?" His words accompanied a raising of his head, and the brown and white dog glanced around thoughtfully. The beach... there wouldn't be much to eat around here. Gulls and other sea birds were for the fast and experienced... Fish were hard to catch, for a dog, and crabs would be hard to kill, resilient little brutes. He wondered if the kid lived here, and while he would envy him for the abundance of water if the puppy did, that was where the jealousy would stop. A beach... that was hard pickings. He remained quiet as the puppy walked a little closer and sat, watching his little form with mild curiosity. The pup was wiggling. Jiggling, quivering, but he looked happy. Or, closer than that, excited. Of the water? Of the beach? Of meeting a stranger? Blitzen shared in all three if those were it, as he loved all three as well. They always had him excited... but of course, he didn't wiggle around like a pup when he felt that way. He chuckled ponderously, then once more, amused, as the pup spoke again and scoffed. "Twelve moon cycles? You are old!" He was going to add 'for a pup' but decided against it, grinning in that way only dogs can. "How do you know if your eyesight is fine? It could be fuzzy, and you are just tricking yourself into seeing clearly." He joked, slightly wagging his tail as the pup before him did. "Wet is good. But you'll get even wetter if you continue standing there." He too had noticed the tide, out of the corner of one of his dark brown eyes. It was creeping slowly up the shore, in that fluid way water has, edging near them with ever break and swell, every wave, push and pull. "Why whimper at the water?" He asked, though he figured he knew the answer. The pup was probably scared- most of the waves were a bit taller than he, even the light ones that spread up the sand. But even if the tide rushed in, the pup wouldn't drown. Blitzen would never let a child die in such a way, or die at all, if he could help it.

[Tessa]

"The hunting and rolling is going just fine, and I am not old, okay? You are old. You're older than me,"

The pup barked, his voice in that between stage of deep and high-pitched. His ears flicked back towards the tide and he watched it a bit more carefully now. When he becomes older he would definitely be able to swim but until then, and maybe even then, he was going to stay well away from any kind of tidal or river waters. Anything that could sweep him away into a dark, wet death was something he was sure to stay away from. He growled with annoyance. His eyesight was fine. He opened his mouth to speak but shut it again slowly as he thought. He supposed he made a good point... it was a thing of intellect and logic. IF his eyesight was bad from the beginning, would Pan really know it was bad? Possibly not. most probably not. For all he knew, no, his eyesight was worse than a half blind badger in a dark cave. Not that it was, he could see. He knew he could see far down the beach and around the ocean and to the forest. Everything seemed clear enough to him. But...was his eyesight bad?

He mulled this over a little while, his ears twitching with confusion as he logicked himself into circles until, finally, he stopped thinking. He scoffed,

"Whatever."

And cast another skeptical look at the tide as it swelled, a bit closer this time. He could smell it much more potently now and he stepped back, his little haunches quivering, his bravado gone.

"The water would kill me..."

He muttered reluctantly. For all that he believed he was brave, Pan was definitely not as brave as some other dogs. Other dogs killed without mercy. Pan could barely kill a vole. Pan could barely catch a vole. Pan could barely catch anything. Pan was beginning to think that he should follow this larger dog around a bit.

((Sorry... it sucks))