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Re: The Thrill of the Chase

Post by Arthur Rabbit on Mon Jan 16, 2012 4:17 pm

Arthur scowled. "No, I don't think it's cute. I'd appreciate if you'd just refer to me by my given name instead of trying to create some sort of "cute" alternative, alright?" Why was he still dealing with this? Why was he not yet headed home, planning on how to avoid this idiotic wolf in the future, warning his burrow of the danger?

But it seemed he was going to be dealing with this whole situation even longer, the other not noticing or perhaps just choosing to completely ignore Arthur's attempts to free himself. The rabbit felt himself growing more anxious as the wolf's hand continued to tighten around his own, dragging him up the hill towards what would surely be his doom. There had to be some way out of this situation. There was always an escape, you just had to look for it.

Except he was a bit distracted from looking for it, as Alfred further proved himself to be an idiot with a lack of empathy. "I-I misunderstood?! You...you chased me, took my unconscious body back to your den and then acted as though you can't understand why in the world I'd be fearing for my life! I'm the on who's misunderstanding?!"

He fumed, livid at the entire situation and considering that perhaps the wolf was trying to kill him through exasperation. How much more of this was he supposed to take? Caught up in his fuming he stumbled when the other suddenly stopped, turning around and steadying him by his shoulders as he looked over Arthur's face. After a moment, he made a small noise and smiled weakly.

"I'm tired too; have hardly slept at all in the past day and am just as worn. Pleeease, stay?"

Oh God, was Alfred doing what he thought he was? Was that...oh fiddlesticks.

Arthur didn't realise that a wolf could look that pathetic even if it tried. Completely ridiculous. Did the other really think such a thing would work on him? If only the other knew his countless experience with such faces, kits of every age having attempted the same trick in an effort to gain more play time or get another snack or not have to go to bed on time-- anything a child might want! They had all tried with the same face. Arthur would not fall for it.

Except that he did, and before he realised what he was saying he had begrudgingly agreed to stay with the wolf for the night.
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Re: The Thrill of the Chase

Post by Predatory Alfred on Tue Jan 17, 2012 9:42 am

Alfred tried not to focus on the rejection of the nickname too much. It wasn't really all that important. He'd just have to try again tomorrow when the other wasn't so irritable, or, if it was rejected again, the next day and so forth until the other gave up on correcting it or welcomed it whole heartedly. Arthur clearly didn't understand the closeness and show of super cool friendship and affection such nicknames meant. He'd have to explain later.

In all honesty, though, his main focus right now was getting Arthur back up there so he could sleep. Alfred wasn't sure how he was still going. The little guy was obviously exhausted and irritable and sore and it wasn't like a good friend would let their guest in such a state. Even Alfred was practically at his end; eye lids feeling heavy still, muscles protesting. Heck, he was hardly even listening to the other's complaints now.

Not that he really wanted to hear them anyway. Alfred had already explained everything. He wouldn't have chased Arthur if he hadn't ran in the first place, nor was he about ready to leave his bunny alone, passed out in the middle of the woods. And he was being a tiny bit ridiculous. Alfred had some sympathy for the other, but he explained how he'd keep Arthur safe and that nothing was really going to hurt him. For someone with such big ear and supposed awesome hearing, Arthur didn't seem to listen very well at all.

The wolf, while not listening nor hearing the other's complaints, did, however, see as the other slowly begin to crack when he pleaded his case and asked Arthur once more to stay over. He could feel the excitement build up in his chest and he almost broke from his pathetic look before anything was said at all. Because he could almost tell, by the other's expression, despite everything, that he'd agree.

And he did.

Alfred tried not to let out a 'whoop' of elation as the other's words almost reluctantly slipped from his lips, agreeing to stay. He did however pull Arthur forward into a big hug! After all, weren't you supposed to show your friends when you made them happy like this?

"You won't regret it!" he said a moment before releasing Arthur from his hold and leading him all the way up the slope. "Nothing to worry about. Just stick close."

Alfred couldn't wipe the grin off of his face. Happy, he was so, so happy. This was so nice and exciting and his Arthur was going to be staying with him for the night and they'd be great friends and awesome company and play and he'd have someone to talk to and it was going to be so much fun!

Nothing could or would bother him. Not the slight look and snarl from Alpha as they came back inside, nor the growls or looks the others were giving either. Jealous. They were just mad that Alfred had someone now... that or they were angry Alfred wasn't sharing his someone, but either way they were jealous! The sunny blond continued to pull Arthur back to his bed where they had laid before, letting go at this point.

"Grasses?" He looked at Arthur tentatively once more before crouching down near his bed, shifting a number of larger pelts before finding what fluffed his bed underneath. Alfred worked and moved, pulling the dry and flatten greenery out into a slowly forming pile that would hopefully keep his Arthur warm for the rest of the night. "If you do get cold, I am here, you know. I really don't drool badly. Nothing to worry about, but these should at least do you well."
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Re: The Thrill of the Chase

Post by Arthur Rabbit on Thu Jan 26, 2012 1:03 pm

If Arthur, through some strange twist of fate, had been a mind reader, he would have doubtlessly heard Alfred's comment of him being ridiculous. Had he heard this, his response would have been anything but pleasant, outraged as he reminded the idiotic wolf that he wouldn’t have needed to run if the other hadn't presented himself in such a threatening manner. He would have insisted that his hearing was quite fine, thank you very, and it appeared to be Alfred who had no idea what was being said to him and was constantly engrossed in his own little world. He would have said all of this and more.

Luckily for the both of them, Arthur could not read minds, and did not know what Alfred thought. But even without knowing this he felt annoyed with the other, the cluelessness and the attempts at gaining his trust and just...everything. Why he agreed he'll never know. It's not as if the adorable, heart-wrenching look Alfred had given had anything to do with it.

But he did agree, and before he knew what was happening the other had swept him up into a tight embrace. He tensed, ready to panic and struggle but was quickly released, Alfred looking down on him with an expression so joyous he felt himself falter.

As they continued up the slope and into the den, Alfred's words did little to quell Arthur's fears. This was a horrible idea. An absolutely, positively awful idea with obvious consequences. The wolf remained oblivious though, doing nothing but pulling Arthur a little closer in response to the snarls from his pack mates. The way their eyes darted over to Arthur, so dark and hungry, made the rabbit feel faint with terror.

He was, however, soon led back to the far off corner of the cave where he had woken up. He stood apprehensively as Alfred leant down and began pulling grasses from beneath his literal death bed. Soon, a little, comfortable looking pile was formed. Or maybe just comfortable because Arthur was so tired. Truthfully he didn't want to lay in them, knowing that they had possibly been beneath the remains for quite a while. He had little choice though, besides sleeping on the floor which didn't seem to make Alfred very happy, and might give the other a reason to touch him again.

Arthur smiled weakly, fidgeting near the edge of the makeshift bedding as he waited for Alfred to move farther away, over to his furs. "No, this will be fine. Er...thank you."


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Re: The Thrill of the Chase

Post by Predatory Alfred on Fri Jan 27, 2012 3:04 pm

Feeling utterly accomplished, and utterly tired were two absolutely phenomenal things, or, well, Alfred though so at least. As the pile of dried greenery was finally evening out and his bed going down in its comfy appeal, the wolf couldn't help but reflect on his success. He finally found a friend, and one who would stick around!... Well, for now, but if he said yes to this, surely the bunny was already somewhat in his grasp! And Arthur was a funny little thing. Much more interesting than all the other's he had shortly crossed paths with. A more permanent friend was what he always wanted and Arthur had said yes!

So he was more than content as he practically flopped and rolled over onto his bed, snuggling into the softness. Despite the lack of real padding, it didn't really feel much different. Not that it mattered. Alfred could feel exhaustion his him and it wouldn't take much for him to fall asleep.

The wolf hummed, looking over and up at the bunny who still seemed to be standing up awkwardly. He gestured over towards the pile of grasses.

"All yours then," he said as a yawn cut him off. "Pack shouldn't bother us. They don't usually come back here to bother me. Won't bother you with me here... maybe a pup or something but they just like to snuggle. Lie down."

He pats his guest's bed, glad that he didn't put the pile too far away. He wanted the other close. Just in case of course. It'd be easy to tell if something was up with him there. Needed to keep his Arthur safe or else he'd have no one around again... Besides, snuggling into his own bed reminded him of the feel and touch of the rabbit's own hair which he had a sudden urge to touch.

He yawns once more, eyes only closing when he's sure Arthur is making a move to lay down.

"Just wake me if you need anything in the middle of the night. Not safe to go out on your own... Sleep well, all right? M'right here if you need me."

With these final words Alfred felt heavy. As hard as he tried to keep his eyes open, to make sure his bunny was restfully asleep and well before he even thought of sleeping, he simply couldn't keep his eyes open. It had been such a long day and he hadn't slept. He was sure Arthur would sleep well. And the other would wake him if not. He'd see him in the morning. And with such a thought in mind, Alfred passed into a heavy sleep.
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Re: The Thrill of the Chase

Post by Arthur Rabbit on Mon Jan 30, 2012 1:47 pm

Alfred finally laid down, rolling on his bed and cuddling into it in a way that was nothing but childish. Arthur still stood for a moment, apprehensive, but the wolf gestured and seemed to imply that he should lay down.

The other seemed confident that they wouldn't be bothered while sleeping. In other words, that Arthur wouldn't be viciously murdered by his pack while defenselessly sleeping. Still, even just a pup did not sound like something Arthur wanted to deal with. As he lay down into his own bedding, he mentally prayed that nothing would happen to him while he was unconscious.

He frowned over at Alfred, noticing how close the bedding had been placed to the other, but felt his scowl fade as he saw how tired the other look, clearly not noticing the frown at all. He nodded at the wolf's words, despite the fact the other wouldn't see, feeling that the chances of needing to wake the wolf up for whatever reason was slim. As soon as morning came, he would demand that he be allowed to return to his burrow. This whole affair was almost over, thank goodness, and soon Arthur would be safe at home.

He felt miffed, though, that the other continued to treat him like a helpless kit. Not safe to go out on his own? Oh yes, because the wolf was such a smashing bodyguard, how would be ever survive without his protection, please Alfred, I'm so scared, don't let them hurt me...!

He grinned to himself sleepily at the though, not realising that he had shut his eyes and was already half way gone into dreamland.
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Re: The Thrill of the Chase

Post by Predatory Alfred on Wed Feb 01, 2012 6:49 pm

Morning came much too soon for its own good, if you would've asked Alfred. He had just closed his eyes the night prior and BAM! he was out like a month old pup...or something like that. While he needed sleep, it didn't completely make for good bonding time with his new bunny. He wanted to stay up, make sure his new friend found his bed comfortable and fell asleep easily. And maybe, for his own reasons, get to pet his soft hair again!

Arthur was just so interesting and new and foreign! It wasn't as if he never had any friends like himself before... but none that really ever agreed to stay or were so close! Well, he assumed the bunny lived close by, but nonetheless, everyone he had ever tried to befriend either migrated or never was truly up for playing. Bigger animals always seemed to be stuck up; something about not wanting to be degraded to a level of being chased or a chew toy.

Alfred didn't really understand. He'd let them chase him afterward if they wanted! It wasn't as if the animal food chain really applied to them, right? Sure there were certain adaptations that might have made others, well, more adapt, but what did that matter? Some people were made stronger than others but they had... rationality? Something like that. They didn't have to tear each other apart all of the time.

Alfred continued to blink the sleep away from his eyes, vision blurry, trying to wake himself further. A small smile graced his lips as his brain registered the scene. It had happened, as Alfred hoped, that it must have been too chilly in the night for Arthur to sleep on such uncomfortable foliage!... er... well, close enough that is. The grass bed in which he had prepared for his guest had been flattened out to nothing , stretching the small gap to his own bed. Somewhere, during the course of the night, both of them had gravitated to each other, resulting in their current positions.

Alfred was practically half sprawled on his furs and on the grass, a numb arm underneath Arthur who was currently using it as a pillow and curled into the curve of his body, stealing and sharing body heat. It was just so comfortable!... minus his numb arm, but nonetheless he was enjoying such closeness. Just the soft look that crossed Arthur's features seemed like such a difference from the frightened, distressed bunny he had met the day prior.

Sure, he was a bit banged up from everything, and his hair was in utter disarray, but it didn't make him any less appealing. Slowly, finally, taking his chances, Alfred took his free hand and began to slowly brush through the soft locks of hair, trying to untangle it for Arthur. It wasn't any less fine than it had been since he had touched it last and ohhhhh was it sooooo soft.

Yes, he could definitely get used to this.
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Re: The Thrill of the Chase

Post by Arthur Rabbit on Sun Feb 05, 2012 3:51 pm

It took Arthur much less time to remember where he was than it did the last time he had woken up. Despite this, there was still that moment of cluelessness when he awoke, cuddling into the warmth around him as he assumed he was safe at home.

He shifted a little, curling further against whoever he was lying on. The skin beneath his cheek felt warm from sleep, and his feet brushed against that felt like soft fur, like a blanket laid over someone's legs.

He frowned a little at this, mind working as it tried to remember something important. But he soon gave up on this, mumbling sleepily as he felt someone's fingers brush through his hair.

Oh gosh, it felt so nice. Whoever it was, they were being so careful, gently running through the messy tangles and smoothing them down. Who was being so nice as to groom him like this? He couldn't think of anybody lower than him on the hierarchy that would bother to do so...though ultimately, he really didn't care too much. Letting out another small noise of contentment, Arthur couldn't help himself as his teeth began to slowly and gently grind together in what would usually be an embarrassing purr. But Arthur was too tired and comfortable to be embarrassed, simply relaxed as the other's hand kept brushing through his hair, their sharp claws occasionally scratching against his scalp in a way that felt just heavenly.

Wait...claws? Why would they...that didn't...

The rabbit tensed, a few whimpers escaping as the explanation rushed into his head all at once. He had been a idiot once again. He wasn't at home, he wasn't safe in any way. There was only one person possible that could be petting him, and oh God oh no--

Arthur shot back away from Alfred, eyes snapping open in a panic; he was on the verge of hyperventilating, staring at the fur leggings the other wore in disgust and horror. His eyes quickly darted back up to the spot he'd been laying in, an indent in the grasses from how long he'd been cuddled against the other.

Really? Why was the world so cruel to him? Why was this wolf? Could he never catch any sort of break?
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Re: The Thrill of the Chase

Post by Predatory Alfred on Tue Feb 07, 2012 4:49 pm

Alfred could help the smile that soon found itself plastered onto his face as he continued to pet at the rabbit's hair. Not only did he enjoy the super soft locks flowing through his fingers and they brushed over them, but Arthur seemed too as well. Every so often the sandy blond would sigh, a small little thing that showed other contentment, or at least in Alfred's eyes.

And then!, then, he started making this other sound! Alfred was a little alarmed at first. It sounded as if Arthur was chewing on something randomly the way his teeth started just grinding together. Was he hungry? Was something wrong with his teeth? Was he chilly or something? Soon the wolf realized it had a direct correlation with his petting as he stopped and the sound faltered. What seemed to be an alarming thing quickly became quirky and interesting.

But it was short lived. His hope of Arthur waking slowly was completely disregarded by reality as the other's body tensed before almost completely bolting in the opposite direction. Damn that little guy was fast. But not only was the Arthur fast, he was stuck in that state of mind again? Alfred tried not to frown or falter as he saw the look of panic on the other's face once more, thinking he had quelled the other's fears the night before.

"Arthur," his own voice still seemed a bit hoarse, clouded from sleep and lack of use. "Hey, Arthur. Just me.... Not gonna hurt you. Just Alfred."

He smiles softly and slowly offers out the back of his hand as a peace offering, otherwise still trying to remain still. This was no small feat of course. Alfred's arm, the one his bunny had been using as a pillow, was numb, a feeling of almost stinging like thorns, but without the pain.

But with almost everything, Alfred grew restless. Yawning, the wolf sat up and stretched , his back cracking as a result which was quickly followed by a soft sound of satisfaction. He'd give Arthur a moment, as he needed his own, blinking away any sleep left from just cuddling and trying to wake himself up.
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Re: The Thrill of the Chase

Post by Arthur Rabbit on Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:43 am

Arthur stared at Alfred's outstretched hand, narrowing his eyes at the other's words as he nonetheless began to calm down, skin tingling unpleasantly from were it rested against the fur.

"Didn't I say I didn't want to sleep on your bed? Yet I wake up to find you practically dragging me over onto it." Arthur frowned, still half-standing as he spoke, before carefully lowering to sit down on his knees as the wolf stood up and stretched. "And you clearly don't understand the formalities of petting another being, unless you're trying to say that I'm your dominant, in which case you haven't been doing a very good job of being subservient."

He looked away, glancing around the cave to see that light was pouring in from its mouth. It was most likely morning, and Arthur took a deep breath of relief that he had survived the night.

"Does this mean that I can go home now? You did promise..." Home. He couldn't help the feeling of his heart beating in excitement, hopeful that soon this strange nightmare would finally be over.
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Post by Predatory Alfred on Thu Feb 16, 2012 12:51 pm

Alfred yawned in response, ignoring the other's words completely, or not seeming to hear them, brain not quite up to speed yet, as he continued to stretch out, limbs becoming more lissome. He hummed and looked around the cave, his pack beginning to settle down, most of them getting back as the sun continued to rise. He slept through the day's first hunt, and everyone was probably, more or less settled until evening.

Not that it much mattered, Alfred thought with a frown, he wasn't about to go out for food because he wasn't all that hung---

He glanced back at Arthur, head quirking to the side. "Are you hungry?... I didn't even ask last night," he makes a little sound and scratches at one of his pointy ears in embarrassment. "I'm bad at this host thing, but I'm sure it wouldn't be hard! What do you eat? Err... Not.... I mean you don't eat meat, right? Or do you? I'm not really supposed to eat greens, isn't very good for wolves to eat too many, but I do because some of them taste all right, you know? Think it's like the human part right?"

He smiled slightly, looking at Arthur and waiting for a response. He wanted to know so much about the other. Like, silly things too! What kind of teeth did he have? Were they all flat? And sleeping habits, what about those?

His eye caught sight in his peripherals of two pups, the ones that were about a year old now, playing and rough housing, tackling each other and just being generally playful. Alfred grinned and wondered if Arthur lived with bunnies like that or... or could he possibly actually have other siblings, like actual siblings and family... not like Alfred's pack but like them.

He was so curious, but Alfred doubted it again. Arthur did seem so surprised by him, he was probably like Alfred after all. And that was fine, they'd have each other at least. He tilted his head and awaited Arthur's response, wondering if the rabbit would be up for a game or something after he ate... if he was hungry, that is.
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Post by Arthur Rabbit on Wed Feb 22, 2012 4:53 pm

Arthur's eyes narrowed as Alfred continued his stretching, acting completely oblivious to his words. "Don't you dare ignore me! You made a mistake in rabbit formalities, whatever, I don't really care about that. But you said that when morning came you would take me back--"

He was cut off in his desperate rant, the wolf for some ungodly reason thinking that it was a good time to ask whether or not Arthur was hungry. He didn't care about food right now, he just cared about getting home! But...the other just seemed so sincere, acting all nervous with an embarrassed smile...

Maybe he could just stay for breakfast. Oh gosh, he did not just think that. Really? Was he such a pushover that he would continue to let the other get his way?

As he frowned up at the wolf's hopeful smile, he realised that yes, he was. At least for right now. There was only so much he would be able to put up with, after all, before putting his foot down...or reverting to a panicked mess like the day before. Whichever was necessary at the time.

"Fine," Arthur agreed with a sigh. "I suppose I am a bit peckish. I...maybe I should go with you to get my food." There has been a plain leading off from one side of the cliff, hadn't there? He could just gather up a few clovers and grasses and munch on that...

Or make a run for it if Alfred seemed likely to go back on his promise of taking him home. Best to be prepared for the possibility, at least.
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Post by Predatory Alfred on Tue Feb 28, 2012 7:17 pm

He couldn't stop the excited wag of his tail, though he wasn't sure he'd even want to. Alfred was excited! Why would he want to hide such information from his new play mate? Arthur had just agreed to food of all things. Meaning he'd stay a bit longer with Alfred. Meaning it might not be terrible to actually ask him to play, or something to that extent. Who really cared if he messed up formalities with the other already! He was still willing to stay at least. Obviously it didn't matter that much.

"Ah! Really!? Sweet!" He grinned down at the other before leaning a bit to capture the other's wrist. "I know a lot of good spots! No worries at all."

Alfred laughed loudly before tugging his bunny to his feet and pulling him along and out of the cave, his pack hardly sparing him another glance... Well, Alpha did of course, grumbling and growling and scolding Alfred, telling him, in sharp barks that would make other probably cower, that he couldn't just always go around and pull rank because he had thumbs. Pffft. Silly Alpha, it wasn't as if he was trying to take over the pack or anything, he was just more of a free spirit than the rest and being 'grounded' right now was hardly convenient.

Alpha would let him go, despite all things, and it'd continue on like this like it always had. He was spoiled. A bit too high in the hierarchy for just a 'son' of the pack leader, but it wasn't as if he didn't pull his weight around. He was the reason they thrived so well, the reason why their pack could be a s large as it was. Alfred had reasoning beyond all else. He could hunt more efficiently. And that was it. He'd get away with what he pleased. They couldn't afford trying to abandon him, or worse, turning on him. It wasn't worth the loss.

Though, he expected the other to probably pick fights with him over the next few days. That'd be fun, he hadn't gotten into a scrap with the large wolf lately. He'd let the other win, of course, simply to keep pack order, but it was always fun to try and overpower the other.

But for now, he'd have fun with his new friend. They marched down the slope from his den, and Alfred began to pull the other right.

"Better stuff's this way this time of day. I mean, it's a little late, sun's already up partially, but something's gotta be out," Alfred hummed. Arthur hadn't said anything about the question of whether he ate meat or not, but he didn't act opposed, so he must eat it! Which made sense. They were human-like, after all. Alfred was sure Arthur had some sharper teeth, or was, at least, made to eat a little meat like he, himself, was prone to nibble on roots and nuts and berries from time to time.

"So... Do you have a spear or something to hunt with, normally? You don't have the teeth for it... Well, not to bite at least. Your chompers look pretty flat. Probably don't have the force to really take down anything really big either... Not saying that you couldn't, but even I need help with some bucks or elk or whatever."

He thought about it longer.

"I mean unless you're good with like... squirrels.... chipmunks? What else is small and easy to get?... You don't eat your own little guys, do you? That would be messed up, dude. " He chuckles light heartedly. "But don't worry, like I said, I'll take care of it and find something medium size, I guess. No problem! Wouldn't expect my guest to hunt after all."
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Post by Arthur Rabbit on Tue Mar 13, 2012 7:11 am

"H-hey! Wait! You--" Arthur sputtered a bit as he was once more pulled to his feet and dragged off. Really? Again? Did the wolf not have even a minor idea of how rude he was continuing to be?

Arthur tugged back against the grip on his wrist, not willing to be passive about this touching thing the wolf kept doing anymore. As he opened his mouth to further protest, however, the large, dominant wolf from earlier gave a series of displeased sounding barks in their direction. The rabbit clamped his mouth shut at once, pace picking up as he decided that maybe he could rant once they were outside.

This was so ridiculous. Why in the world was Alfred so eager? It wasn't as if the other was going to be eating with him. ...Right? Arthur had assumed the other had at least enough sense to know that "agreeing to stay for breakfast" would entail of only Arthur being the one eating. And of course the meat question had been rhetorical; Arthur felt nauseous at the though of eating the flesh of another living creature. The wolf couldn't have been serious.


But apparently it was. Better stuff this way? Something had to be out? Arthur frowned, slipping his hand out from the other's grip.

"You cannot continue to just drag me around like I'm some sort of rag doll! If you want me to follow you just ask, instead of treating me like some sort of invalid-!"

Arthur was cut off by the wolf's next question, who of course seemed to be ignoring him. The rabbit's eyes widened in confusion, then horror as he realised just what he was being asked.

"S-spear?" Arthur knew how to use a spear, of course. Training to use weapons was optional in his warren but something that most rabbits opted for; he preferred to use a bow, personally. But their usage was not to be used against anything but predators.

Well...in theory, anyway. Arthur had heard the stories, of times when winter's starvation had reached such a point that weapons turned towards the other small animals living in the forest. Desperation could cause someone to do a lot of unnatural things...but that wasn't something Arthur wanted to think about right now. At the very least he knew that desperation could never cause them to hurt one of their own little furries, as Alfred was correct in feeling that such a thing would be very "messed up." Not that the wolf had any place to talk.

"N-no, that really won't be necessary," Arthur replied with a grimace. "Just give me a little time to search in the field and I should be fine. There's no need to hunt while I'm here...really, really no need until I go back home." Hint hint.


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Post by Predatory Alfred on Fri Mar 30, 2012 2:50 pm

Alfred frowned a little at the rabbit. He was being so difficult. So what of it if Alfred dragged the other a little? He didn't know this area of the woods, right? Isn't it more comforting to hold hands? Alfred wasn't too sure on that assumption, actually. Sure he was social and did meet a few other predators like him before, but everything seemed to be in fleeting. Besides, they all didn't live in big people groups either, so actual social interactions weren't so clear. What was socially acceptable anyway? Holding hands was okay? He didn't see why not.

Besides, he didn't want the other to run off, because the wolf had a sneaking suspicion that the other would still disappear if he looked away for too long. And that worried the Alfred a bit. He wanted to keep his new friend around as long as possible. It wasn't everyday he met someone so friendly, so willing to stay with him and keep company.

So when Arthur's hand slipped from his own grip Alfred moved to take it right back, only to be distracted by the other's words.

"Huh?" A puzzled expression passed over his face. "What do you mean?"

The other was hardly making any sense. No need to hunt while he was there? It'd be silly for them to just hunt for themselves. Besides it'd be a lot easier to get something bigger to share. Not to mention that then he could make another blanket and share the leftover meat with his pack; less waste, that is and less effort on both of their parts. And what was with that grimace on his face? How puzzling.

"Don't worry about it. I can definitely find us something! Hosts are supposed to do that, right?... I think. So don't feel like you have to do anything!... Besides, nothing but field mice will be silly enough to stand out in an open field right now. " He gave the other a bright grin, oblivious to all eating preferences and hints the other left of wanting to return home.

"So, what do you prefer? I'm sure I can sniff it out!"
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Post by Arthur Rabbit on Tue Apr 17, 2012 11:16 am

Arthur simply stared at the other with a blank facial expression as he debated whether or not trying to explain to the other his idiocy would be a waste of his time. The rant was very tempting, regardless of how well the other would understand. But the last time he had snapped in frustration still lingered in his mind, much to his annoyance. Why should the wolf be allowed to act like a moron simply because he could scare off all who would scold him? Well, there was his alpha of course but he still wasn't sure if Alfred was greatly spoiled or just chose not to listen to the orders he was given. Maybe both.

"You...no, you idiot. How hard is it to comprehend that I don't eat meat?" Arthur asked, voice devoid of any emotion besides that of exasperation. "I don't want you to catch anything for us and I don't want you getting something for yourself either. At least not around me." He shuddered at the thought, how disgusting it would be if Alfred tried to eat such a meal in front of him. The sight, the smell, he felt nauseous at the thought.

"You know..." Arthur began, suddenly thoughtful. "This entire situation is turning out to be oh-so confusing and inconvenient. Perhaps I should head home so that we can both eat, and maybe one day we'll run back into each other?" As if. Once he got home, Arthur was never going to leave the burrow again.
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Post by Predatory Alfred on Wed Apr 25, 2012 3:14 pm

Alfred couldn't help the small growl that escaped him that he usually associated with when someone, for whatever reason, denied him what he wanted, which wasn't very often, in fact. Here he was, trying to be a good host, even offering to do all the hunting and everything without even thinking twice about sharing, as silly hierarchy things usually sorta nixed the idea of sharing long ago, and now his bunny decided to lecture him? There was hardly any indication that Arthur didn't eat meat or whatever (though that did explain a smaller stature) because he never out right refused! How was he supposed to know? And now his guest was upset because of his own fault and acting as if Alfred had been behind it all along. So, so unfair.

And clearly his guest was offended by his offer now, shuddering and making a face... but snapping wouldn't do him any good, not if he wanted to keep up this new friendship. After all, the other was already so skittish and he really didn't want to give him any other reason to fear him. The wolf sighed, staring up at the sky as it quickly was starting to change color, a new day creeping upon them fast.

"Right, right... er... sorry, I guess," he mumbled out just as the other started speaking again. This time Alfred froze a little.

"What? No way! I said I'd treat you to breakfast and I---" his words were cut off by his own stomach, the sound alerting him just how his own hunger was gnawing at him, yesterday's activities demanding more energy.

He couldn't deny that food sounded fantastic about now, but he wasn't ready to let the other go. There was still so much to do. He had hardly gotten to know the other at all. But sitting around waiting for Arthur to eat and then coercing him into some sort of game while putting off his own hunger probably wasn't the best idea. It was a driving force, after all. Who knew what sort of instincts it could be brought out while innocently playing? Not that he would ever willingly take chunk out of his new bunny friend, but instincts messed with your brain, made the world simpler and a lot more fuzzy.
He laughed nervously at the other.

"I... I don't want you to leave so soon," he said honestly, scratching at his neck. "But... But I am hungry and I guess you have a point. Uh. Why don't you graze here or whatever and while I go find something quick and I'll meet you back here! That way we don't have to quite say good bye yet!"

Alfred nodded at this and grinned as his tail started to wag. It sounded like a good compromise to him. After all, the other probably wasn't used to these parts of the forest anyway and wouldn't run off, not to mention he got to eat and spend time with the other. He couldn't see a flaw at all in this plan!
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Post by Arthur Rabbit on Mon May 14, 2012 1:10 pm

Though the other apologized for his idiocy, it certainly didn't sound sincere to Arthur's ears. The growl that it had followed seemed to be evidence of such. Still, an apology was an apology, he supposed, especially coming from someone who so far seemed to act as though they could do no wrong.

As he opened his mouth to assure the other that he needn't feel responsible for providing Arthur with food, the grumbling of the wolf's stomach interrupted the both of them. Oh, that could not be a good sign. But what would he expect? To his knowledge Alfred hasn't eaten since catching him yesterday, so the other was probably just as hungry as he was, if not more. How in the world was this supposed to work? Split up to eat?

But Arthur was surprised when this was exactly what the wolf suggested. He just expected to leave Arthur alone and defenseless in unfamiliar territory for the rabbit?

It was the opportunity he'd been waiting for all morning.

"I...suppose that we don't really have any other choice." He fidgeted, trying to seem nervous, though technically he truly was with his impending attempt to flee rushing through him. "H-how long do you suppose you'll be?"
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Post by Predatory Alfred on Mon May 14, 2012 2:31 pm

Alfred wasn’t stupid. The other was now more twitchy than normal and looked like he would break out in shakes and a panic attack in no time. He was nervous, though Alfred supposed he couldn’t blame the little guy. New environments were always an ify thing. Who knew what lurked where? Obviously being left alone without the big strong guy with sharp teeth and muscles who’s supposed to be protecting you like a decent friend would do is a scary thing! Prey animals would have protection high on their lists, right? I mean they weren’t exactly power houses despite what good runners they were.

So he smiled gently and panted the other’s shoulder, taking in a deep breath of morning air before reply. “Not too long? Maybe....” he looked at the horizon where the sun had just peaked above the trees. “So it’s sun up now.... “ he hold his hand out straight in front of him and judges it. “When the sun’s up about four finger spaces high? It’s not gonna take long, really. And if you’re really that nervous, there’s a lot of greenery around here. No need to wander off too too far. Nothing should approach you anyway.”

He spins slightly and ushers to the field. “Den’s just up the hill and the only thing that’s worse than my family are bears, but they’re up north more and only come down near the river when fishing’s bad.” He points north, but omits the directions towards the river that runs close to them eastward.

He grins as he turns back. “You’ll be fine, don’t worry too much! Just something quick to eat and we’ll be back together soon. You must be starving anyway.”

He gives the other a quick reassuring squeeze before turning once more, his stomach letting out another growl and he can’t help but notice how good the other smells. But he wouldn’t be having any of that. Not at all. He didn’t and wouldn’t ever harm anyone like them. He had his own morals to attend to.

So with a small smile and another reassuring look back, Alfred sprinted off to look for something quick to eat. Nothing much, he told himself. After all, he was slightly worried for his new friend, and, perhaps even more so, excited to actually spend time with Arthur.
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Post by Arthur Rabbit on Mon May 14, 2012 2:57 pm

Arthur blinked up at the other as his shoulder was patted, trying to maintain a straight face. He always knew his acting skills would come in handy one day! He still remembered the day that, years ago, a migrating group of bats had stopped by his home and offered entertainment in exchange for shelter for the night. What they meant by entertainment was confusing to most, not sure quite what they could do to provide any. That evening, they gathered in the central chamber of the burrow, and to the amusement of everyone began to act out stories. Their passion and memorization was so impressive to Arthur that he insisted to his mother he would become an actor himself and find a group of his own to travel with. His mother insisted that he was using acting as an excuse to further his ability to lie.

Same difference. And despite what she'd said, it seemed his attempts at teaching himself the art were finally paying off, long after the dream had been discarded.

At the other's words his looked North, the nearby mountains rising over them. He noticed Alfred stumble over his words but didn't question it too much. He knew where he was going, after all.

He smiled weakly back at the wolf and watched him spring away. For some reason he couldn't even understand, he felt somewhat guilty about leaving. The other hadn't truly been cruel, after all, just naive and well...dangerous. Arthur knew that friendship between the two of them couldn't work, no matter how optimistic Alfred was. And so with one final glance towards where the wolf had disappeared into the distance to make sure the other was gone, Arthur turned away from the prairie and began running Eastward, towards where he knew the river was.
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Post by Predatory Alfred on Mon May 14, 2012 4:52 pm

Finding food was proving harder than he had originally anticipated. Alfred had scanned the area, creeping along slowly after he had distanced himself from the rabbit, after all, he didn’t want to have accidentally gotten confused and attacked the other nor did he want to have the other witness his hunt. The other was apparently opposed to that sort of thing after all. Alfred could be considerate at times if he really wanted to. However, in his haste to get away, his movements had become nothing less than lumbering, perhaps scaring what little prey there was after twilight away.

It had been a good amount of time before he had even managed to find something and even then, much to his dismay it had been another rabbit, but the small furry kind. His hunger had taken him already, however and the creature was gone before he could even think through the possibility if his new friend could distinguish the scent. Thinking it better not to waste the poor life rather than searching for something else, Alfred quickly made a makeshift fire and cooked a bit of the meat impatiently. After getting a bout of rabbit fever a few summers back, Alfred tried to at least cook the little guys as it seemed to at least make the stuff less potent.

When his small, yet strangely satisfying and delicious feast was finished, Alfred had to let out a curse, realizing exactly how much time had passed. By the time he’s back at his den presenting whatever leftovers there are to his alpha, the sun is a bit higher in the sky than he had told Arthur. The wolf only hoped that the other wasn’t too worried about him, thinking he was attacked or something, or that Arthur hadn’t retreated somewhere too far out of his own, natural, fear for himself. Prey animals were skittish and he thought he remembered that rabbits liked to stay hidden during most of the day.

Alfred blinked a few times upon reaching his desired destination and not seeing hide nor hair of his floppy eared compadre. His own ears strained and twitched in the, now strong, sunlight. Birds singing, grass and bushes swaying as well as rustling but as for larger signs of life, he wasn’t picking up much. Even more puzzling was the fact that while the rabbit’s scent was littered about and lingered, it was hardly strong. A shot of fear coursed through the wolf and for a second he wondered if the other had been attacked, chased down and... worse.

Oh goodness, what would he do then?

His blue eyes searched around frantically for anything. He shouldn’t have left him alone, it was stupid. Why hadn’t he taken Arthur back to his pack to watch? Sure that was even a little dangerous but he was positive that Mama would respect his wishes and would have protected the rabbit. Alfred took a few more deep breaths and that’s when his eyes landed on it. There were no other scents in the area. None besides his own, but no larger predator to chase and kill of his new friend.

It was just Alfred, alone in the field with a few distinct, human looking prints that would probably match up to a certain rabbit he knew. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He couldn’t believe this while at the same time he wondered if he should have expected any less. Alfred would have begun to question his brain capacity in thinking that the other wouldn’t take this opportunity to flee; he would have, of course, if it hadn’t been for the sort of instinctual hurt and fury that seemed to over come him as he bounded off with a low snarl tracking the foot prints and faint scent.
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Post by Arthur Rabbit on Mon May 14, 2012 11:27 pm

Arthur panted as he ran. In truth he had no idea how far the river would be from the prairie, simply hoping that the distance would be about the same from how long it was near his home.

And, much to his relief, Arthur could hear the sounds of rushing water after running a few kilometers. He emerged from a line of bushes to the edge of the river, the water flowing south as always. The rabbit sucked in a great breath of relief, then continued his heavy breathing in order to bring more oxygen into his lungs. Oh God, why did he bolt so fast on an empty stomach? Alfred would be a while, so it wasn't as though he didn't have time to stop and eat anything.

That being said, Arthur certainly did not want to stop moving for a second. He would need to wash his scent off and then continue on. With this thought he quickly stripped down and jumped into the cold water. He wasn't sure whether or not to wash his clothes too, but eventually decided it wasn't a risk he wanted to take, and scrubbed them in the rushing current. The warm summer air would try him off quickly, and hopefully the wet clothes as well. Stepping out of the river he put his trousers back on, then folded up his shirt into a small sack. Impatiently he gathered some of the plant life growing nearby, mostly grasses and clover when he could find it. Satisfied, he headed south along the left side of the river at a steady pace, munching on the greenery as he went.

He would eventually need to split off from the river. He just needed to find the right spot to do so.

But it seemed that perhaps he might be pushed further east sooner than he'd planned. Among the scents in the area, he picked up one that made his ears shoot up instinctively. He was almost positive he smelt the faint scent of fox. Of course things could never be easy for Arthur. He weighed his options, considering whether or not he would be able to handle what was likely just a furry. Foxes could still be dangerous though, and if there was more than one...

Better safe than sorry. He'd already came this far to escape wolves; why take the risk of finding himself endangered by another predator? With this thought he disappeared back into the brush of the forest, trying to distance himself from the water source before continuing south.
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Post by Predatory Alfred on Wed May 16, 2012 12:01 pm

The funny thing about this all was that from the beginning this was almost exactly what Alfred wanted. This invigorating feeling, running and pushing his muscles to their limits while tracking and utilizing his senses was just what he wanted, needed, yearned for in the calm monotony of it all. It wasn’t that hunting wasn’t a challenge because it certainly still was, getting food was always a hardship, but this was more along the lines of sport. His prey wasn’t to be eaten but just to be found and caught. And what would make it even better was the fact that the rabbit, Arthur, was actually like him. He wanted this from the beginning because of the other’s cognitive ability. To choose his movements and paths and make decisions based on his environment so that Alfred wouldn’t be able to catch him, or, well, catch him as easily. It would a game to sharpen skills for both of them, the other as a test of his own abilities to get out of a dangerous situation and for Alfred’s own hunting.

The only thing that really bothered him was that this was supposed to be nothing but consensual between the both of them. A game to enjoy together with a friend, an ally, that would better them both in this harsh environment that was less often forgiving than others. The fact that the other had just up and left made Alfred nothing less than furious, however with this little practice round of what was to come, because he certainly wasn’t letting the Bunny off like this, the wolf could almost forgive him.

Almost.

He had been nothing but hospitable to the other. He had made sure the other was comfortable, wanted to make sure he was safe and had also offered to get him nourishment. Shelter, food, safety; all were hard things to come by but Alfred had offered them all and what did the other do? He just ran off without a goodbye. He understood, sure, it might have been a bit scary for the other at first, nature only made it that way that they weren’t supposed to get along and had to be weary of one another at all times, but this was hardly an excuse. They weren’t tied down to their class or whatever and Alfred was pretty sure of that. They were human or at least part. They could put aside those things and actually coexist because they were similar in more ways than the actual animals. So, really, Arthur had no reason to run off! Alfred had even promised to take the other home. Was the little guy just stupid or something running off in an unfamiliar part of the forest? It was like a death wish or something.

His anger had barely subsided by the time he had reached a point where the rabbit’s scent was much more clear. Noticing his surroundings and the way the tracks were headed it really was no wonder that Arthur had decided to head for the river. It really was one of the only reliable sources around. Not only for water and life but very useful directional wise as well, the river would be the logical point to head to. Upon reaching the destination the scent was almost as clear as day but.... Alfred’s brow furrowed in confusion.

It stopped?

His rabbit’s scent almost entirely dissipated as he reached the bank of the flowing cool water. Alfred’s head jerked around, looking in every which direction before taking a step into the channel. It hadn’t significantly rained lately so the chances of the other being totally swept away were minimal, but still he couldn’t help but worry. He had never meant to be the undoing of the other guy. But no, even waste deep into the water Alfred couldn’t see the skittish creature drowning (unless he couldn’t swim in the first place? Surely he’d avoid the water then). He never had gotten a completely foolish vibe from the other and despite knowing never to judge on first appearances he just couldn’t see the other trying to cross the river in the first place. The river would be west of the rabbit’s home as well right? The only thing water was good for this time of year was sweeping things away and drinking....

Sweeping things away?Alfred could almost hit himself for his own lack of brains if he wasn’t so thrilled at this tantalizing new development. He had washed away his scent! Oh gosh that was so--- Alfred couldn’t stop the involuntary wag of his tail. Really it was going to be hard to stay mad at the other if he was going to be smart about this! But not smart enough, he really supposed, because despite his lack of strong smell, the rabbit still had tracks. Still, however, this really was invigorating. The other’s prominent footprint was easily identifiable in the muddy embankment after a short while of scouting. Alfred was a little disappointed that the other hadn’t elected to actually walk down in the river as that would have really been a challenge, but then again it really made his life easier. Prints, broken plants, twigs and all of that were easy to pick up rather than impossible in water. He still needed to find the other and give him a piece of his mind after all.

Alfred was following the trail once more, a bit slower this time considering he has to actually pick up little clues to determine which sort of path the other chose. Perhaps coincidence but the moment the moment he stepped into what he knew to be a certain fox’s territory Arthur’s tracks diverted quickly into the woods once more. The wolf had almost missed it and if it hadn’t been for a slight more prominent step in the ground he would have missed the other entirely.

Well, he mused, it wasn’t as he didn’t know where the other was headed anyway. Deciding it best to simply bypass tracking entirely right now, Alfred broke out into a run again. If they really were playing this game, why not use it to his advantage and head back to where they met for a little ambush? Oh, yes. That sounded delightful.


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Post by Arthur Rabbit on Tue Jun 05, 2012 8:49 am

Not long after crossing the river did Arthur finish eating the greenery he had collected. He flushed, a little embarrassed of how fast he had downed everything and glad that no one had been around to see his improperness. Though he supposed such a thing was excusable considering the situation.

He found himself often looking over his shoulder, jumping at every single noise he heard. He was normally paranoid by instinct but this was becoming ridiculous. How was he to know if the wolf even followed him? Maybe Alfred had become distracted and still hadn't returned to notice his absence. Or maybe he had followed became lost when reaching the river. He had tried to tread carefully after washing away his scent, not wanting to leave any clues to what path he had taken.

Doubly relieving, he thought to himself as he continued on, was the fact that he no longer stank of that idiotic wolf. He smelt simply of himself, though even that was disconcerting; the absence of the mixed scents of his warren that he usually carried was uncomfortable, and only pushed him to move faster toward home.

Arthur was finally beginning to recognize the scenery around him, the sounds and scents growing familiar. He knew he was back in normal territory now, though still farther from the burrow than he'd have liked. As he observed his location he realised that he has misjudged and gone further north than needed; in fact, he was not too far from the meadow where his horrible adventure had began. He quickly turned south towards it, knowing the burrow was not too far from it and hoping that he might even run into some familiar faces. They were going to be shocked that he was still alive, he reminded himself with a small smile.
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Post by Predatory Alfred on Sun Jun 10, 2012 9:40 am

It had only just occurred to Alfred, and maybe he should have thought of this when he had first started running back towards the spot he met the skittish rabbit, that he really had no definite  idea if the other would actually return to that area at all. Sure, they had met there, and Alfred supposed the other must have lived somewhere close considering how jumpy he was (though was that just with Alfred? He wasn't really that scary, was he? No, the other was just paranoid by nature). He supposed the other might have avoided that route but if Arthur did manage to be in the area, it wouldn't be the hardest to track him down eventually... Well, as long as something didn't get the rabbit first. But he had no worries about that. Well, maybe a little because he was generally concerned for the little guy he was now calling his friend, but he had confidence in the rabbit. After all, Arthur had lived this long (which certainly was a goal for everyone, not only the rabbit) and there was no real reason as to why he wouldn't be able to survive a few miles walk home. And considering how smart he was for finding the river as well as washing his familiar scents from himself for long enough to throw off the wolf, Alfred was sure the other would make it back fine.

The only real question would be if Alfred would make it back before Arthur or if the rabbit was planning to walk by that meadow at all. It was a little too much faith for Alfred's liking. He preferred a knowledge and a bit of certainty that his catch would be a successful one, but, he supposed he'd have to deal and account for whatever uncertainty there was in this. That was what made it a challenge after all and that was exhilarating at least. If it was too easy, it'd be boring, and Alfred was so tired of boring....

But that didn't mean he wasn't any less annoyed with the other. Alfred was treating this like a game for now, but Arthur certainly had his own explaining to do. This wasn't how you repaid hospitality... Not that Alfred really knew how guests were supposed to treat hosts, but he was reprimanded by that fox, when Alfred had thought to seek friends in him, enough to know that you didn't run out without, at least, a good bye, even if you'd rather ram your head into a tree repeatedly than spend another minute there. Besides, he was sure he and Arthur communicated well enough! Alfred was of a social species after all, and communication was exactly what he did! He assured him of his safety and had been nothing but pleasant to Arthur! It didn't make sense for him to run off like this.

The wolf had made it back in a nice amount of time, the journey faster now considering he wasn't running with a body this time, though that didn't prove to lighten his feelings towards the other. He stalked the area around the field, yesterday's memory still fresh in his mind. The other had ran... north upon confrontation which meant if he hadn't caught the other, he could at least look for him there. For now he would keep his position and rely on Arthur taking this path home. It made sense that this perhaps was the easiest way to go. The rabbit must have thought it safe enough to actually graze on greenery in an open field. So he would wait. Alfred crouched and sat himself in the overgrowth, bushes and trees and grasses especially thick this time of year. It would be a perfect hiding spot. He would be mostly hidden while the brush wouldn't be too much to actually head off the other when (Alfred wasn't even considering otherwise at the moment) the other came this way. 

The wolf wasn't normally one to sit still. He preferred the chase, but that didn't mean he couldn't do it. Alfred settled himself down and remained that way for the sake of this all. He was concentrated and certainly wouldn't lose that. If the other was even leisurely strolling back he'd surely would be here soon enough. Arthur's tracks were fresh enough when he had seen them. If he kept that pace and didn't decided to keel over or something, Alfred estimated he wouldn't be waiting for much longer anyway.

But what would he do when Arthur actually walked by? He didn't want to send the wrong message. He blinked a little. So... So maybe crouching in the brush and pouncing the other wasn't actually the way to go no matter how fun that would be. Nor would forcefully pinning him to a tree or... Or any of his immediate ideas. Arthur ran away from him so.... So he was scared? He'd have to appear to the other in a way that he wouldn't feel threatened and flee once more. He had no desire to hear that rabbit screamy thing that the other did. No, none at all. But he was still irritated at the other no matter how 'scared' he was. It didn't excuse it. By the time foot steps were somewhat audible and made Alfred's pointy ears twitch slightly, The wolf really had no plan at all. He had no time left to think because he could now certainly see Arthur trailing along. He had to act! Now was the time to spring into action! Arthur was just a few feet away and it wasn't time to think of the proper friend etiquette and whether it was or was not proper to be angry at someone and maybe pin them or growl even if they might be afraid and you're afraid that you'll scare them off forever if you do that and you really would rather that not to happen because being alone sorta sucks, not that that you don't love your pack and--

Alfred watched as the other completely passed him without giving him or the brush he was concealed in another glance. So much for an ambush. Fine. Keep it casual. Alfred could do that. He managed himself out of the brush and onto the path, Arthur now a little ways down it, before jogging silently up to the other in the most casual way he could manage. Just because he didn't want the other to be scared didn't mean he couldn't somewhat sneakily surprise him.

"Beautiful day for a run, isn't it?" He yawned loudly as he walked next to the other. "It's really a shame you ran off like that. It would have been nice to actually soak it in and walk back with you like I promised."


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Post by Arthur Rabbit on Mon Jul 23, 2012 1:36 pm

Arthur sighed contently as he entered the meadow where this entire nightmare had started. He could barely believe that he was going home. That wolf, Alfred, was certainly not the most intelligent creature Arthur had ever interacted with. Talk about naive. He would feel worse if not for the fact that he'd been basically kidnapped. Truthfully, he was still a bit on edge despite how close to home he was.

So when a voice suddenly spoke from somewhere behind him, Arthur freaked. Attempting to spin around and bolt away at the same time did not work well for him, and he ended up half-sprawled on the ground, ears still turned toward the direction of the voice.

Once Arthur processed the form in front of him, his frightened expression faded into something between sheepishness and irritation. "Oh, fuck me, are you kidding?" He groaned out in annoyance. "You followed me? Really? For God's sake--"

No clean get-away for him then, it seemed. Though in retrospect, he knew that he really shouldn't have expected the other not to follow him. He was just frustrated because his attempt to cover his tracks had been in vain.

"How did you even find me? I was so careful, a-and at the river..." he trailed off, looking at the other and not even trying to hide his glare. After the response the wolf had shown the first time Arthur had expressed his anger, a part of the rabbit was insisting he tone things down a little. His anger, however, won-out, despite the prickling of nervousness he felt. The other could not be happy with him after what he had done. Tricking him and running off...he was certainly in a great bit of trouble now.

Realising he was still on the ground, Arthur stood up and brushed himself off, looking down to hide his blush of embarrassment. He straightened up and crossed his arms, trying to look intimidating, despite the fact that the other was a good head or two taller than him and noticeably broader. "Why," he began, his glare resumed, "did you follow me?"
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