Springtime multi-pup post

[cook_the_rude]

Spring has fully sprung, the cherry blossoms have been and gone, and the season is making some people rather frisky and restless. This state of nervous energy has different ways of expressing itself, in different people.

• Dr. Hannibal Lecter is in the Caribbean inlet, swimming laps -- he seems to have marked out two landmarks on the shore, and swims back and forth, parallel to the beach, in flawless form, just as if he was in a pool.
• Ragnar Lothbrok is riding his motorcycle around the lake. He's going very fast and making it roar, which is fun.
• Father Pearse Harman is in the bar, has thrown open the windows closest to the piano, and is playing and singing old Ivor Novello songs with a good voice and not much inhibition.
• Alex Vause has taken a punching bag outside, has hung it in a tree near the sparring grounds, and proceeds to beat the living daylights out of the poor thing.
• And finally, Teja's three forge cats (Myrrh having defected to stay with Bodhi) are chasing each other all through the bar, outside through the garden, jumping in through the windows Harman left open and up a pillar into the rafters, in an obstacle race all around the chairs and table, out again through the back door between the feet of some poor bewildered patron, all the way down to the forge, and up again, weaving among the late tulips and hyacinths and in through the kitchen door, where the rats scatter and scold. And on into the bar once again... They seem indefatigable. Teja, in the meanwhile, is sitting by the backdoor, teaching little Egil to fletch arrows.

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[cottoncandypink]

Buster was outside chasing rabbits. But then he hears the noise of the motorcycle, and decides to chase that instead. He barks at the noise like a seal, snapping at the back wheel even when he's nowhere close enough to actually catch it.

He probably doesn't know that the last thing he wants to do is catch the wheel, but he may have to figure that out for himself.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

The motorcycle slows down, just a little, as to not exhaust the hound too much; but not enough to be caught.

[cottoncandypink]

The motorcycle may be slowing, but Buster doesn't. He has energy for days. He was bred for chasing things, though maybe not motorcycle things.

He barks and snaps some more, eager to catch the motorcycle thing.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

When the motorcycle comes by the forge again, three cats come rushing out at the highest speed possible for cats.

[cottoncandypink]

OH BOY, CATS!

Buster loves cats! He picks one at random and starts chasing it, directing his barks and bites at the furry little critter.

[ostro_goth]

The furry little critter, a tabby female, runs up the nearest tree.

[cottoncandypink]

And so does Buster! Well, sort of. He jumps up, using the trunk for enough leverage to get to the lowest branch.




And then he runs out of momentum, and realises what he's done. And cries pathetically.

[ostro_goth]

The tabby cat sits three branches further up and hisses at him. It almost looks as if she was laughing at him.

[cottoncandypink]

Buster yelps desperately at the cat, as if telling it to shut up. He's stuck up a tree, and that's a long way down. He manages to balance on the branch, but he wasn't built for being in trees. This is unfair.

[ostro_goth]

The other two cats have come walking to the tree and are circling it warily.

[cottoncandypink]

These cats are useless, and whining is not getting Buster anywhere. So he starts howling instead.

[ostro_goth]

Teja looks up from the table and tells Egil to wait while he walks down the slope towards the forge and trees.

"What have you done now?" he says to his cats. "Treed a dog? Really? Really??"

[cottoncandypink]

A person! The way Buster whines at Teja practically screams 'help me.'

D:

[runningred]

There's another motorbike, pulling up along side Ragnar and daring him to race.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Of course Ragnar gives him the thumbs-up and speeds up gleefully.

[runningred]

The bike Jay's riding is not exactly fast. Not compared to some of Jay's other bike. But he is an ace rider. He leans into the corners, the big knobbly off-road wheels clinging to the dirt track as he chases after Ragnar.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar finds him closely on his tail and speeds up. What he lacks in skill, he makes up in death-defying Viking recklessness.

[runningred]

Jay admires that degree of recklessness. He needs to cut loose like this a little more often. He chases, leaning into the corner to try and gain an advantage.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar rides over a rock and jumps several feet in the air -- from his whoop of gkee, this is fully intentional. Hitting the ground right side up, he continues racing uphill among the rocks.

[runningred]

Jay has to take the jump a little more carefully, if only because it's not his bike. He swings around the jump and fish-tails up to chase Ragnar, having lost ground.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar makes his way up the mountainside, between rocks and crevasses.

[runningred]

Jay chases hard, managing to just overtake Ragnar, leaning into the corners so hard his armoured knees scrape the dirt. He flashes Ragnar a grin and pulls a head.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar shakes his fist, gives a good-natured roar, and charges after him.

[runningred]

Jay laughs wildly and slides the bike around the next corner, leaping a crest that will mean he has to re-do the suspension later. But the race is fun and he hasn't cut lose like this is a while.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Yay!! Ragnar follows, yelling with good cheer, forgetting everything except the rocks, the bike, and the man in front of him.