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 Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 8:49 pm
Scarcely did Thackery ever take the chance to get out and really enjoy himself in his natural form. His more humanoid shape had taken quite a lot of time to get used to, and he was proud of it, opting to use it more often than not. But there was nothing more suited for relieving stress than going for a run around the campus perimeter or playing fetch with himself during the more quiet hours.
Like he'd ever let anyone see him doing that.
He threw a fine fetching stick a few yards down the lawn, fell into his canine form, and darted full speed towards it. Or where he'd thought it had landed. The spot was significantly lacking in fine fetching sticks when he skidded to a halt, tearing up a few clumps of dying grass. Where had it run off to?
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 9:13 pm
Unfortunately, those same quiet hours were Jove's favourite to be out and about. He could hear more, observe more, when things were calm and quiet. Just by sitting and listening he could tell which types of birds were out shrieking, or whether there were any giant, ugly crickets in the woods for him to chase. If he stayed really still with an ear to the ground, sometimes he could hear the rustling of beetles, or even deeper, the digging of unnamed, underground beasties that lived in the darkness.
So when the pup happened to approach the least-used patch of lawn on campus, he heard the muted thumps. And had to investigate.
From a safe bush, hopefully well hidden, the tiny foxfire pup peered out across the stretch of yard. And saw a larger puppy charging, skidding, and peering around as though looking for something. Jove himself looked around, wondering if the creature's owner was nearby, but he saw nothing. Just lawn, and a dog.
He shifted to get a better look, and froze when his paws crunched on a dry, rustling leaf.
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