11-07-2018, 01:07 AM
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◜♠◞ Food was essential to the survival of living beings. Some were acquired easily and naturally, and some you had to fight and scrap for. Now, while the Beauceron may have made a tasty meal for a hungry Ocelot any day, today was not the day to try and find out.
Snarls and yips erupted from the dense canopy, echoing all throughout the vicinity and bouncing off the walls and trees. By the time one could track down the source of these noises, the Beauceron could be seen slamming the wildcat against a tree. He [sup]raised[/sup] his hackles, muzzle gnarled, ready to strike again if this fucker came at him once more.
It seemed that the Ocelot had gotten the message, though, and it had stumbled to its paws. It was obviously injured from the brawl, and with one last look at the canine, it bolted through the undergrowth in the opposite direction.
Triumphant, Bugsy raised his head, still panting through parted jaws. "That's right, fucker! Keep runnin'! Try me again and I'll eat ya' whole!" He barked after it, giving a snort and swiping his pink tongue over his freshly-scratched muzzle. His wounds weren't bad at all; it certainly wasn't anything that he wasn't used to.
Now... just where the hell was he?
Snarls and yips erupted from the dense canopy, echoing all throughout the vicinity and bouncing off the walls and trees. By the time one could track down the source of these noises, the Beauceron could be seen slamming the wildcat against a tree. He [sup]raised[/sup] his hackles, muzzle gnarled, ready to strike again if this fucker came at him once more.
It seemed that the Ocelot had gotten the message, though, and it had stumbled to its paws. It was obviously injured from the brawl, and with one last look at the canine, it bolted through the undergrowth in the opposite direction.
Triumphant, Bugsy raised his head, still panting through parted jaws. "That's right, fucker! Keep runnin'! Try me again and I'll eat ya' whole!" He barked after it, giving a snort and swiping his pink tongue over his freshly-scratched muzzle. His wounds weren't bad at all; it certainly wasn't anything that he wasn't used to.
Now... just where the hell was he?
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