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The wonderful thing about tiggers (prp widow)
« on: May 30, 2017, 09:56:53 AM »
He had never really cared much for hobbyists and their various trappings.

Back in the man village, there had been various figures who kept up certain projects to entertain themselves. The healers often had gardens or makeshift medical supplies, for example. Auklet personally found gardening to be a waste of time. Plants were weak and, therefore, not worth anybody's effort. He could not understand why anyone would spend precious hours tending to the wellbeing of plants when they were going to die in the winter frost every year. In the end, however, it all fell into the same petty disregard he had for another's feelings or talents. Due to bad luck following him at every turn, Auklet only felt it was fair to bestow bad luck on others.

It was why he decided to wreck one of Nardir's herbal gardens.

The plan had not come to him spontaneously. It had taken him several midnight excursions to figure out that the wolves here - as primitive and barbaric as they were - had learned to keep such gardens. Rather than being impressed by this, Auklet had been thoroughly amused. As if wolves - their so-called 'powerful' ancestors - had any use for plants!

There was a rather impressive abundance of herbs in one of these such gardens, and fruit too. The husky had made a point on dining on said fruits, eating anything edible out of pure spite. These were now his fruit, his plants and not Puffin, nor the smurfdog, nor his master or God could tell him otherwise. He was going to eat every single berry he could find and everybody else could go eff themselves. After consuming what was probably his full weight in berries, a kind of glee came over Auklet and he began to trash the garden in earnest, bouncing around the plants and crushing them without mercy. It was dark and he was convinced that he would not be spotted, so confident he was in his deceit.

He had no idea that his antics would soon attract an audience.

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Re: The wonderful thing about tiggers (prp widow)
« Reply #1 on: May 30, 2017, 10:08:57 PM »


Things had been relatively peaceful since she'd come to Nardir. It didn't seem like much was happening with the pack, just your usual, friendly wolf pack--which was good. Widow was glad to have some stability after wandering for so long. She hadn't necessarily minded the traveling, per se, she'd never been one to complain about it being too quiet, but it did get tiring after a while. She'd grown weary of the loner life just as the witches had found her, so she'd been happy to join up with them and start learning their crafts.

And she was good at it. She hadn't quite figured out what sort of witch she wanted to be yet, but she was good with crystals, and healing, and plants. Plants and crystals didn't require too much social interaction, but allowed her the freedom to get some when she wanted. There seemed to always be someone eyeing her stash of shiny things, though, that could have been her paranoia talking. Now that she'd settled in to her den, she had her own little herb garden worked up and a little alcove for all the prettiest crystals and soothing stones she'd found.

It was a quaint, comfortable den, filled with things she liked. So it left her perplexed when come nightfall, she found herself restless. She'd been sleeping so well, too. Widow barely resisted the urge to pout up at the dirt ceiling of her den--how was this her life? Why was there a nervous energy moving underneath her skin, a sixth sense telling her something was wrong and driving her to shuffle around her living space fitfully? After quite a while of trying to get comfortable, she sighed and decided to forego sleep completely--she would go out, wander around the packlands, maybe find something else interesting to add to her collection.

She'd not gone two steps out of her den when her eyes zeroed in on some punk trashing her garden. Her light golden eyes widened briefly, shocked at the sheer effort the male was putting into ruining her stuff--her stuff--and then came the righteous indignation. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She boomed out, a snarl building in her chest before she could stop it. She wasn't particularly intimidating for a fringe dire, being so small of stature, but her voice boomed three sizes larger than her. Those were her herbs! She wasn't generally a violent creature, but--but.

She walked quickly--not running, lest she damage the garden further--up to the male, fire burning in her eyes and her lip curled in distaste. "The hell did I ever do to you? I don't even know you!" Her eyes whipped from the male to the destruction he'd caused, jaw dropping a bit at how long it was going to take her to fix this, and then it snapped shut with a click as she turned her eyes back to him accusingly, waiting for an answer. She was a patient woman. Really. Just... not when it came to her stuff getting trampled for no reason.

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Re: The wonderful thing about tiggers (prp widow)
« Reply #2 on: May 31, 2017, 06:31:06 PM »
(ooc: Auklet's douche levels are rising. feel free to have Widow kick his ass in the next post if you desire)

He was just about kick down the last tall plant when a wolf showed up. A female. Auklet could barely hold back a smirk as she ranted at him, like a Chihuahua robbed of its bone. She wasn't exactly a scary creature, he could tell by her reaction and her demeanour that she was a healer of some sort. Hardly a threat. Her coat was a mixture of various shades of brown, like she was covered in fallen or dead leaves. Her yellow eyes gleamed through the darkness. Yep, he had throughly ticked her off.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Having fun," the husky sneered, already growing tired of this killjoy. He made a point of kicking over the last plant with his back leg. Oh, how he loved breaking things! There was a kind of art to it, actually. There was no use in wasting your energy in such a task if you weren't going to do things properly. Not that plants were particularly hard to destroy. He had eaten the more resilient bunch and the tall stalks that may have held any kind of medicinal quality were crushed under his paws. The smell was quite overpowering and it fed his excitement.

"The hell did I ever do to you? I don't even know you!"

Auklet rolled his eyes at her melodramatic display. "Oh, stop being such a baby! It's only plants!" he groaned, as though she were the one who was being out of line. Well, she was spoiling his fun and trying to make sense of the destruction when, quite honestly, there had to be no logic behind it. "And, for your information, I did it because I felt like it. I do what I feel like. It's called being a free spirit, you oughta try it. Might loosen you up a bit."

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Re: The wonderful thing about tiggers (prp widow)
« Reply #3 on: May 31, 2017, 09:01:41 PM »


The way the male's eyes seemed to twinkle with amusement at her ire only served to fuel the flames. Never mind whatever idiotic excuse he was spewing from his mouth--she was far too worked up to actually hear him, ears pinned flat against her skull and a continuous rumble in her chest. Oh, how she hated people touching her things. She spared a brief moment internally to be relived she hadn't gotten the fury passed down to her, because this was likely one of those things that would've sent her into a daze. Sure, it was objectively a stupid thing to be mad about--but sometimes being irrational was necessary. Her herbs kept her sane in a way, and this man--boy--just thought he could walk all over her hard work because he felt like it?

The growl in her throat pitched higher when he very deliberately crashed down on another plant, leaving her little garden a wasteland of stems and leaves. Her eye might've twitched a little at his last remark, making her look a tad crazed, and combined with the way she stepped directly into his space, lip curled back over sharp teeth, probably furthered her axe murderer image. She opened her mouth to snap something at him and then visibly paused, her brow furrowing not in anger, but confusion.

She looked from the husky's mouth, smeared with remains of the herbs and berries he'd eaten, and then looked to the little bushes she'd grown, and her jaw dropped, eyes wide as she turned to him. "Did you eat those?!" She demanded, tone urgent and harsh, gesturing to one of the now barren bushes. It was rhetorical of course, she could see the berry juice smeared across his lips. Regardless of his response--whether he even had time to give one--she went on,

"You effing idiot! Did you feel like dying? Those are poisonous!" She snarled, eyes wild, head whipping back and forth to look at the herbs he'd crushed. Did he screw himself over and crush his only chance at survival? Had she even remembered to plant those strange little flowers that made wolves wretch? She moved to shove him none-too-gently out of the way, rooting her nose through the destroyed flowers that had been underneath his feet. He was an annoyance, he'd pissed her off immensely, but she didn't think the male deserve to die for it. He was a packmate, she reasoned, regardless of his rude behavior.

After a minute she came up with the bulb she needed dangling between her teeth, throwing it his direction. She internally hoped it would smack him in the face, much like she wanted to do. "Those plants are going to kill you in the next hour if you don't eat that. And you'll have fun throwing up your guts, I'm sure." She sneered meanly, very clearly still ticked off; all her fur still bristled, her claws digging in and out of the ground.

She was going to get great satisfaction from watching him eat it, too. It was a bitter, disgusting bulb, and she was going to feel even better when his stomach started turning as the pieces of it reached the flimsy organ.



ooc: she can totally be yankin' his chain if you don't want him to have actually ingested something poisonous! also sorry for foul language!!

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Re: The wonderful thing about tiggers (prp widow)
« Reply #4 on: June 01, 2017, 10:22:53 AM »
(ooc: o crap son! and lol - you're fine. I just hope Widow watches her blood pressure)

Auklet spluttered with laughter as the female's eyes twitched at his idgaf attitude. He knew he was poking at the hornet's nest but he did not care, he was getting an odd amount of satisfaction from Widow's anger. It only made his dislike of these so-called wolves more justified. He had never seen such a pathetic display of self-control and over PLANTS, of all things!

"Did you eat those?!"

The wolf indicated the berry brushes and Auklet nodded with clear pride. "Sure did, they were yummy!" he replied in a mocking tone, rubbing his belly for emphasis. He had completely missed the panic in Widow's voice and could only wag his tail in delight at the indignant note in her voice. No wolf or dog could best him in berry eating. Even if he thought plants were useless and boring, he could always find time to appreciate their more edible relatives. A satisfied burp soon escaped him before Widow began to speak again, this time with a tad bit more urgency.

"You effing idiot! Did you feel like dying? Those are poisonous!"

Auklet looked stunned for a moment, before laughing again. "Yeah, right! Good joke, lady...!" the words were barely out of his mouth before a crippling pain shot through his stomach. He felt like his own guts had decided to bail and explode from his chest. He felt like his entire digestive system was being turned inside out. He collapsed to the ground, howling with a mixture of pain and - dare he think it - regret. Meanwhile, the female frantically looked around the mess he had made but he was in too much pain for anything to register anymore.

"Those plants are going to kill you in the next hour if you don't eat that. And you'll have fun throwing up your guts, I'm sure."

For a moment, Auklet felt like telling her to go eff herself but he was hardly in any position to hurl abuse at the wolf, so he decided to swallow his pride and the bulb in one painful swoop. His stomach heaved and a glittering rainbow of foul waste flew from his jaws. It was a disaster. A radioactive hurricane of various berry flavours and colours. In the back of his mind, Auklet felt a glimmer of shame and imagined the area being cordoned off for the sake of future generations. He would've almost considered it an art form if it were not so undignified. Some spiteful, hateful side of him wanted to aim the spew at the female's face but he decided that was much too gross, even for him.

One thing was for certain, however, he was going to get so even for this.

"How much longer will this go on for?" he grunted, another bucketful of puke rising up his gullet. He was more frightened on the continued humiliation of being dependent on the wolf than losing his life at this point.

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Re: The wonderful thing about tiggers (prp widow)
« Reply #5 on: June 01, 2017, 11:35:13 AM »


Widow's eyes widened as the male collapsed, briefly worried that she was already too late--how long had he been out here, eating things he knew nothing about and trashing her stuff? And also--did other wolves really joke about eating poison? Was that a thing? Maybe she wasn't meant for pack life after all.

She cringed hard, her whole face screwing up in disgust as he ate the bulb in one foul swoop. He probably didn't need that much, but--oh, damn, yeah, he really did not need that much. She hadn't taken his size into consideration at all. And while she watched him throw up everything except his actual guts, she realized that he didn't look much like a wolf at all. He was furred like one, but had a smaller stature, a different sort of proportion to him.

Her anger drained from her the longer he threw up, replaced instead with condescending sympathy. What sort of idiot was this guy? Stupidity, she decided, was not something she could hold against someone. Her fur slowly lowered down, and her face twitched with disgust at the mess he'd made. "A while. It has to empty everything out of your stomach." She sighed, moving around him to the parts of the garden undamaged by his vile spray. She picked up several bushels of mint, all of them half-crushed, and dropped them at the fallen male's side.

"Chew this once you start throwing up bile or dry heaving. Don't swallow it. Spit the paste out when you feel like you aren't going to throw up anymore." She instructed blandly, wondering how her life had come to this. She was not a healer, by any means, but she had to know about the plants in her garden for this specific reason. Well, really, it was because she was worried a pup would wander through and eat some of the berries, but, well. Same difference.

"You're a effing mess." She said offhandedly, face blank, sitting several feet away from him, beyond the wreckage of her garden, upwind from his smell. Her anger had finally cooled with his violent purging of the berries, leaving her instead aloof. A change so sudden it was sure to bring about whiplash on the male. Oh well.

She didn't sign up for this crap.