Post by Xennai on Jun 28, 2009 20:12:11 GMT -5
((No worries. xD Thanks for changing it.))
Alder was worried, very worried, chronically worried, when he saw the way the brown and his handler looked. They looked taut, tense, coiled springs about ready to explode into action. And the worry came from the fact that they were facing in his direction.
Sleepy green eyes widened slightly when he was instructed to toss the ball in his hand. A million questions ran through his head. Toss it--where? To whom? At what? What was th objective? Dark brows crumpled in confusion.
This is game? The bronze wher sounded complex.
I don't know, brother, his handler responded softly, it's not making much sense to me either. The bronzen pair moved aside, making room for Fyg and Fygwesk as they suddenly shot off like shooting stars, the wher catching the ball that had been flung and tossing it back to his handler.
Alder sat atop his bronze, brows raised, speculative frown lining his good-looking face. Fyg looked happy, excited to be sharing this with himself and the golden pair. Alder wasn't sure if he was glad she had or not. He hefted the ball experimentally and fielded it.
Aldesk took after the leather device, tearing across the ground, body moving lithe and fast. Alder chuckled, crouching low over his bronze, feeling the wind from passage whip at his hair. Aldesk seemed to reach up almost delicately and snag the ball from the air, forward momentum making him slide for a few feet before stopping. His handler laughed, smacking his neck good-naturedly.
"Well!" He called to Fyg. "A game it is indeed!" Oh yes. He was definitely liking that she'd shown him this. The speed, the power, the strange grace that his wher seemed to possess...Oh yes, he liked it a lot. "Try it, Danae!" he called, good cheer replacing any dark feelings he might have felt.
Alder was worried, very worried, chronically worried, when he saw the way the brown and his handler looked. They looked taut, tense, coiled springs about ready to explode into action. And the worry came from the fact that they were facing in his direction.
Sleepy green eyes widened slightly when he was instructed to toss the ball in his hand. A million questions ran through his head. Toss it--where? To whom? At what? What was th objective? Dark brows crumpled in confusion.
This is game? The bronze wher sounded complex.
I don't know, brother, his handler responded softly, it's not making much sense to me either. The bronzen pair moved aside, making room for Fyg and Fygwesk as they suddenly shot off like shooting stars, the wher catching the ball that had been flung and tossing it back to his handler.
Alder sat atop his bronze, brows raised, speculative frown lining his good-looking face. Fyg looked happy, excited to be sharing this with himself and the golden pair. Alder wasn't sure if he was glad she had or not. He hefted the ball experimentally and fielded it.
Aldesk took after the leather device, tearing across the ground, body moving lithe and fast. Alder chuckled, crouching low over his bronze, feeling the wind from passage whip at his hair. Aldesk seemed to reach up almost delicately and snag the ball from the air, forward momentum making him slide for a few feet before stopping. His handler laughed, smacking his neck good-naturedly.
"Well!" He called to Fyg. "A game it is indeed!" Oh yes. He was definitely liking that she'd shown him this. The speed, the power, the strange grace that his wher seemed to possess...Oh yes, he liked it a lot. "Try it, Danae!" he called, good cheer replacing any dark feelings he might have felt.