~I'd love that feathered male!!!~
~Username:~ Ruhane Chiisai
~Pup Name:~ Tsaruuk (Rook)
~Personality:~ Tsaruuk has a preference towards Rook as her nickname. She's not really sure what it means, but it means less confusion for most. Her beyond-easy-going, ever-helpful nature otherwise is a thing bewildering, when the older wolves take into account that, any time she sets her mind to do something, it gets done quickly, and usually is accompanied by many other things. If, for instance, she's chasing a butterfly, she'll eventually end up discovering a small containment of rats or rabbits and chasing a few back to the den. This usually means the other pups have something to play with, when they get bored.
~Prompts:~ (For my own purposes...)
Quote:
Your brothers won't leave you alone and always seem to get into trouble. Frankly it's starting to bug you always coming to their rescue. What do you do to get away from them? What do you do when you can't get away? and what would you do if one or both of them needed your help? Would you or Wouldn't you give them assistance?
~RP Response:~
The boys were constantly yapping about one thing or another. Rook could just HEAR them, as she basked in the awkward silence of the morning, resting in the den and listening to the birds beyond that ominous, familiar arch sing their morning trills. "What's this?" One would say...
"This is neat!" the other would say, as they leaned over some small ledge, their tails wagging frantically. One would lean just a little too far, as they competed to see who could lean furthest over before someone would call her name.
"ROOK!" They barked, both frantic as they lost their balance, forepaws sliding down the embankment. Their tails still curled towards one another made a perfect double-link for her maw to drag them back.
She shook her head, shuddering at the thought and driving the image from her head while the afterimages thanked and griped about hurt tails. She sighed, letting her mind wander again, as a variety of pictures ran through her head, not to mention the goofball questions they'd bugged her with in the past.
Her eyes drifted over to their bedspace, seeing them deep asleep against one another, her parents nowhere to be seen. This was her chance! She slowly snuck from the den, tip-pawing her way to the edge of the nearby forestry before she was free, bolting over and through whatever path she managed to set claw upon until she was fairly certain she was lost.
She stopped to catch her breath, and once she had, pushed her ears to the wind to listen... For any sign her brothers needed her, or her parents missed her, but everything was quiet, for the moment. She found a high-slung fallen tree to perch on, settling into a regal position to watch for the next hour or so, what would pass in the clearing below her.
It's about that time she hears something behind her... A twig breaking? Her ears and eyes both perk up, and her head rotates to scan the greenery to try and find it, as her paws pull up under her so she was standing for a better view. Nothing met her search, though. Not visibly, anyways...
She listened a little longer, for a followup sound, but was disappointed when none came. Instead of deciding it to be a rabbit or something, though, she climbed off the fallen tree, slinking through the shrubs quietly, careful of loose rocks and twigs. Sharp, trained eyes soon caught movement; the swishing of some tail, and a few seconds later she was on the chase, having nearly caught the beast. She drove it until it met with a dead-end clearing and turned to face her, paws driving into the dirt under them. The beast was cornered.
But Rook wasn't stupid; She was already bolting through the underbrush back in the direction she thought was the den. Better safe than sorry, right? And moving that fast, there was little chance it was injured, so she just kept it running long enough until it wouldn't detect her change of course and headed home.
As she neared the den, she caught that now-familiar grating on her ears. "RoooooooooOOoook!" One of her brothers was whining, as though he had been for a while. She slowed down, and could feel a smirk creeping over her maw as her steps grew much more... Lilting. Her pawtips dragged through the dirt as she moved gracefully towards her brother's plaintive whines. When she finally found them, she stared for a moment, then couldn't help but giggle.
They looked like Christmas Tree Decorations, tied up in a selection of vines a few feet above the ground, leaving her to wonder how the heck they'd managed that. "Well, maybe I should leave you both there. You look nice, hanging from the tree." She marvelled in their alarm before standing on her hindpaws and yanking her fangs through the vines to let them loose, ending up the landing-cushion for both, sprawled accross the ground.
"... Maybe we should LEAVE you there!" They taunted, receiving a glare before they both bolted back to the den. She sighed and got up again, sitting there to stare after them. She gave another deep, almost-depressed sigh and just sat for a moment. She shook her head and just followed after them, to make sure nothing further would happen to the two little goofballs, and while she wondered what the Helix she'd heard earlier was doing on what she thought was her mother's turf, she let him pass from her mind with the care of her brothers. SOMEBODY had to watch them while their parents were away. May as well be someone who's close anyways, right?
