07-18-2018, 07:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-18-2018, 07:19 PM by Deutschland.)
The scarf and violet eyes gave it away. It was tempting to think that this was a literal swamp monster, given that he had already seen a cat-sized spider at the border. He glanced at Abathur before focusing entirely on the Russian bear dog in front of him. Yes, it was Ivan ... or was he? Growling and snarling wasn’t exactly the sort of greeting he would have expected from an old friend.
He wasn’t stupid either. The other shepherd was probably twice his weight and height and the thick fur caked with mud was a terrific defense from attacks. Deutschland’s short and stocky body was made for guarding sheep in the German countryside, or perhaps to attack people trying to climb over walls. His line was bred to attack wolves and humans, Ivan’s line could probably do that and kill bears.
The eastern German shepherd stood his ground, only swiveling his left ear back when the other dog barked. ”You are really buried deep in there, aren’t you, Ivan?” He kept his posture straight, knowing he was walking on thin ice. He was too prideful to drop to the ground and show his belly, but he didn’t really want to fight someone who used to be his friend, and was evidently stronger than he was. Maybe there could be some happy medium. ”It’s me, Deutschland. When you were a polar bear, you gave me a scarf ... well ... I do not have it now, I lost a lot of things ... I am pretty sure you knit it yourself. Another time, you picked me up and carried me.” He paused and grimaced lightly at the memory, still foggy, but he could clearly remember his embarassment and distaste at being picked up so easily. ”I do not like being carried.” He mused softly, more to himself than directed at Ivan. He might just be talking to a brick wall. Ivan hadn’t said any words so far ... so even with his gentle coaxing, Deutschland was still relatively stiff and hyper-aware. He would not stand a chance going for an offensive attack, but he might have a better shot at survival with defense.
He wasn’t stupid either. The other shepherd was probably twice his weight and height and the thick fur caked with mud was a terrific defense from attacks. Deutschland’s short and stocky body was made for guarding sheep in the German countryside, or perhaps to attack people trying to climb over walls. His line was bred to attack wolves and humans, Ivan’s line could probably do that and kill bears.
The eastern German shepherd stood his ground, only swiveling his left ear back when the other dog barked. ”You are really buried deep in there, aren’t you, Ivan?” He kept his posture straight, knowing he was walking on thin ice. He was too prideful to drop to the ground and show his belly, but he didn’t really want to fight someone who used to be his friend, and was evidently stronger than he was. Maybe there could be some happy medium. ”It’s me, Deutschland. When you were a polar bear, you gave me a scarf ... well ... I do not have it now, I lost a lot of things ... I am pretty sure you knit it yourself. Another time, you picked me up and carried me.” He paused and grimaced lightly at the memory, still foggy, but he could clearly remember his embarassment and distaste at being picked up so easily. ”I do not like being carried.” He mused softly, more to himself than directed at Ivan. He might just be talking to a brick wall. Ivan hadn’t said any words so far ... so even with his gentle coaxing, Deutschland was still relatively stiff and hyper-aware. He would not stand a chance going for an offensive attack, but he might have a better shot at survival with defense.
deutschland schmidt, played by felibri
ddr german shepherd & wanderer & 5 years old & male
ddr german shepherd & wanderer & 5 years old & male