[PRP] Summer Skies and Sheepdogs [Caesium x Peska]

[Novablu]

Private RP between Novablu's Cae and Vistada's Peska. Note that Cae is a foal for this rp <3

 

[Novablu]

The night was young but still warm from the beaming summer sun, baking on the earth all day long for a grueling day of heat and humidity. Evening had cut down some of the heat, however, and birdsong made way to cricket’s minstrel, chiming out a happy little night tune as darkness slowly blanketed the territory in an afterglow, and the young colt was wide awake in the darkness. His pale lavender eyes scanned over the ground several feet in front of him as his ears swiveled back and forth, listening for the sound of footfall. He’d crept into the field, tail lashing like a big cat’s might, though he was more lupine than feline in looks. His tail just seemed to have a mind all its own.

He kept his footfall silent as possible, each step taking him a little closer to where he knew family--well, distant family--would be lingering. His mother’s territory was one that was shared with a herd of familial sheepdogs, of a sort. Cyanide’s adopted family… Not that they were blood. His mother gave him an earful every time he disrespected them. So he kept his mouth shut…most of the time. Sometimes he couldn’t help himself. He was just deviant by nature, a capricious little creature with claws made for cutting and a wide jaw able to snap up prey, despite his small stature.

Head cocked, he grinned that wide and eerie smile, too many teeth all at once. He could hear a murmuring of voices up ahead. He wanted to pick out the weakest link… He wouldn’t /hurt/ Peska. No… He actually liked the distractable older sheepdog, but…he was fun to prank. With a soundless laugh, he pranced forward. /Ready or not, here I come!/  

[Saint Vis]

Peska was a little lonesome this day, his mind was wondering of course as usual. Standing alone he considered the many ways his life could change. A certain red angeni had boggled his poor mind and she was on it often. He hadn't really spoken about her, besides maybe to Gyr. But he felt a need to talk to his grandfather about this. He knew Mithra was there for him as his father but to be honest he also knew Mithra had never felt heart ache.

Moving through the fields he watched the fireflies moving steadily around the dying dusk that worked to plummet itself beyond the horizon and give way to a darkness that wasn't true. Odd little beings, though it was very scientific on how they caused their lights to turn on. Peska had spent time studying it and knowing that he himself was more magical than the bugs that danced around him.

His tail swayed against the grass lightly as one particular bug landed on his snout. He knew that Cyanide was close by and that she had her three around. Peska found them intriguing, each having their own oddities that surely was more magical then the tailed dog Soquili and in evidence much more magical than the bug that landed there on his snout. The boy of her little was a bit mischievous and tended to pick on Peska a little. It didn't bother him so much.

He could feel the presence of Caesium moving behind him now though. The older canine let his body go tense for a moment, a feeling that was a bit wild to the dog and odd. Not much made Peska tense but when the calling for being more like his brother came he grasped the wild tick. Swiftly he took a sidestep so that the youngin bounded past him. The soft glow of Peska's eyes watched as the youngin flew past him. A smile given to Caesium lightly.

Novablu

 

[Novablu]

He fell into step cautious and quiet behind the larger sheepdog, his own tail stilling, raising to be level with the length of his spine, the fur at the tip tipped with bubblegum pink. He lowered his head, prowling along, watching as Peska seemed to be amused by the little glow bugs. Glow bugs didn't have Caesium's attention. They were bugs--nothing more to them but to squish them and rub them on Ether's fur so that she glowed. He grinned at the thought.

But when he pounced, he was a little bit surprised that his paws didn't touch fur, but instead grass as the big canine-like stallion sidestepped him and then offered a cheeky little grin. Cae let out a growl, but it was puppy-ish and tinny. "Hey, you're no fun," he grumbled, cocking his head to the side and swishing his tail around his hind legs. He looked up into Peska's glowing eyes and snorted low. "How's a pup ever gonna learn how to hunt if his prey keeps avoiding him? Eh, Pes?" His pale eyes were amused, though his expression was snarly.

He blew out a huge sigh, then nipped at Peska's tail and got a mouthful of fur. "I'm bored. Mom's busy. Entertain me!"