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poly_chromatic2013-03-09 06:00 pm
defies_reason) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-03-09 06:00 pm
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[Isaak's not about on the Network this weekend; the lack of thumbs makes it a bit difficult.
Instead, a large gray wolf is roaming the City. He's on best behaviour-- he's not really a beast, after all-- whether out in the Square, investigating his usual haunts from a four-legged perspective, or out in the woods, exploring areas more fitted to his current form.
Either way, he's obviously a bit unusual. Don't worry, he doesn't bite.
Probably.]
[ooc; OPEN ACTION basically anywhere over the whole weekend <3 replies fromsirko]
Instead, a large gray wolf is roaming the City. He's on best behaviour-- he's not really a beast, after all-- whether out in the Square, investigating his usual haunts from a four-legged perspective, or out in the woods, exploring areas more fitted to his current form.
Either way, he's obviously a bit unusual. Don't worry, he doesn't bite.
Probably.]
[ooc; OPEN ACTION basically anywhere over the whole weekend <3 replies from
sirko]
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Squirrel! Cat! Interesting thing to smell! Wolf!
Wolf? Somehow, Chekov knows who it is--that he's not going to get eaten, even though he'd be little more than a bite. The little dog yips to get the wolf's attention.]
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He cocks his head at the yip and sniffs the air thoughtfully. How recognition between shapes works is anyone's guess, but apparently it's enough. Isaak sits, his muzzle split in a wolfish grin. Generally, people are anthropomorphising without cause when they interpret that expression as laughter; this time, though, it's spot on.]
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Any and all indignation disappears after a handful of seconds and he sits in front of the wolf, looking waaay up and wagging his bobbed tail. Chekov is still very much present in his own mind, but there's also the dog mind--playful, energetic, excited, simple. The fact that three of those four adjectives apply to Chekov do little to help his self-control.]
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By and large Isaak is still himself-- perhaps that's no surprise, he's been called a wolf before-- but he's in an obliging enough mood. He bows low, front legs splayed out, hindquarters still in the air, before springing back up like... well, really, like every playful dog ever, don't judge him.]
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But now is a time to play. Chekov mimics Isaak, leaping after him (and taking several extra leaps to catch up). He can't do much more than run under the wolf but, at the moment, that's terribly entertaining.
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He bounds off, just fast enough to be slightly out of reach.]
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Chekov gives chase. He might be speedy for a teacup poodle, but a loping wolf is far, far faster.
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Isaak stops short, turns, and bounds over him, haring off in the other direction.]
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That doesn't last long. He yips and runs, inviting the wolf to chase him.]
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The wolf crouches low, giving Chekov a head start before chasing after.]
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Chekov does what any self-respecting and hopelessly outclassed dog would do: scramble under a bush. What do you think of that low clearance, wolf?]
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Isaak doesn't pause, he just leaps over the bush to see if Chekov's come out the other side.]
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No curly-haired dog emerges. Chekov has doubled back, going around the bush to sneak up behind Isaak. And--pounce!]
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Enough so to play along, yelping theatrically and jumping.]
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Chekov runs an excited victory lap around Isaak before realizing, rather abruptly, that he's quite tired. He flops bonelessly at his paws.
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Oh, Chekov. Sirko gives him a friendly nudge with his nose, settling down too.]
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