Post by Connor on May 16, 2020 15:23:17 GMT
(Open to literally anyone.)
“Yeah, thanks.” the gruff voice didn’t often raise. Only when he was temperamental or had to did the Huntford son give it any volume. Usually, opening up your mouth was an excuse for someone to jump down your throat. But he had to call back over the bustle of Corona’s streets, into the blacksmith’s he was backing out of.
Taking care not to trip over his own tail, the anthropomorphic wolf turned around and trudged into the street. In capable arms a crate of parts balanced. The metal jungled, and Connor’s pointed ears joined his eyes in examining the contents while he walked.
Screwdriver, mallet, nails...he’d need a couple more wooden wedges. The crude ones from the woods might not do the trick.
One of the Snuggly Duckling’s secret doors had been knocked halfway off it’s hinges in the Enchanted Forest. To pull his weight, Payton and Randall’s boy needed to set it right for the Gilded Wings. But what should’ve been a simple project had gotten a little out of hand. One evening he was crouched, lifting it back into place, when his mind wandered. It slipped to Zootopia and his past, and his mallet had slipped, and his right paw was currently covered in bandages as a consequence. Of course, the anger that was little more than a temper tantrum afterward had left the tunnel entrance...worse than Connor found it.
“Stupid freakin’ door.” Grunted the lone wolf.
He was so busy glaring at his arm that he didn’t know what hit him until the distracted animal was on the ground. So we’re all of his tools. To make matters worse, one of his hind legs had caught in a loose stone. Twisted ankle. Just great. Connor snarled in a downright savage way and sat up. Pain made some mammals cry or wince. It normally just made Connor furious.
The timber wolf pointed the full force of that fury at whoever had collided with him. He bent forward to grip his hurt paw. “Agh, fuzz, man!” Cursed the Wing. “I seen rhinos more careful than that—you wanna watch where you’re walking?!”
“Yeah, thanks.” the gruff voice didn’t often raise. Only when he was temperamental or had to did the Huntford son give it any volume. Usually, opening up your mouth was an excuse for someone to jump down your throat. But he had to call back over the bustle of Corona’s streets, into the blacksmith’s he was backing out of.
Taking care not to trip over his own tail, the anthropomorphic wolf turned around and trudged into the street. In capable arms a crate of parts balanced. The metal jungled, and Connor’s pointed ears joined his eyes in examining the contents while he walked.
Screwdriver, mallet, nails...he’d need a couple more wooden wedges. The crude ones from the woods might not do the trick.
One of the Snuggly Duckling’s secret doors had been knocked halfway off it’s hinges in the Enchanted Forest. To pull his weight, Payton and Randall’s boy needed to set it right for the Gilded Wings. But what should’ve been a simple project had gotten a little out of hand. One evening he was crouched, lifting it back into place, when his mind wandered. It slipped to Zootopia and his past, and his mallet had slipped, and his right paw was currently covered in bandages as a consequence. Of course, the anger that was little more than a temper tantrum afterward had left the tunnel entrance...worse than Connor found it.
“Stupid freakin’ door.” Grunted the lone wolf.
He was so busy glaring at his arm that he didn’t know what hit him until the distracted animal was on the ground. So we’re all of his tools. To make matters worse, one of his hind legs had caught in a loose stone. Twisted ankle. Just great. Connor snarled in a downright savage way and sat up. Pain made some mammals cry or wince. It normally just made Connor furious.
The timber wolf pointed the full force of that fury at whoever had collided with him. He bent forward to grip his hurt paw. “Agh, fuzz, man!” Cursed the Wing. “I seen rhinos more careful than that—you wanna watch where you’re walking?!”
