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Bronwyn wrote:Name: Rocky - [Real name: Roscoe. But don't call him that. He doesn't like his name. He thinks it's too... formal.]
Gender: Male. On the other lines, I saw this one as more of a girl, but for some reason, I see this one as more of a male character on these lines. Hope that's okay with you, Coal!
Personality: Rocky is very charismatic, and loves any form of attention. This sometimes means that if he can't get positive attention, he'll go searching for negative. He gets himself into trouble sometimes, though not as often as you'd think. He's extremely good at not getting caught. Or if he is caught, then he can smooth-talk his way out of nearly anything.
Story: Paws thrummed on the ground, accompanied by frantic breathing as their lungs tried to keep up with the running pace. It had fallen dark, late in the night, allowing only silhouettes to be seen against the dark blue-black of the sky, highlighted by pinpricks of light. The trio of creatures finally came to a standstill on top of a small hill. All was quiet except for the heavy breathing until a nervous laugh broke the near silence.
"Rocky... Rocky, that was insane!"
Rocky threw his head back with a wild laugh; his system pumping with adrenaline. "It was worth it though, wasn't it," he said as he attempted to lick the remnants of stains off of his muzzle.
The three of them had been searching for some decent food in a field, when Rocky had caught scent of some human food. They had followed it to a lonely human den. There was only one human in it, and it looked old and frail. Not too dangerous. Rocky had spotted the prize - a pie - on a ledge outside a pane glass [it was rumored to be called a 'widow' but none of them had any clue what a type of spider had to do with stuff in human dens...], and he slipped inside using the flap in the front of the den - something his friend had just jokingly dared him to do. He willingly complied, knowing this would be an awesome attention-grabbing story to tell later.
The old human had screamed and yelled at him, even attempting to hit him with a broom [how dare she!] before he managed to leap up to the ledge and pushed to pie off. It landed with a soft splat on one of his companion's heads; the shrill noises of the upset old human still ringing clear in the dusk air. They had dragged the pie off a little ways before stopping to feast. Oh, it was so good...
Rocky had his whole head in the pie, devouring all the sweet, succulent berries inside. He didn't bother with the odd, flaky stuff on the outside and bottom. It tasted a little too much like salt, and blocked the amount of berries he could be having instead. The Cubus couldn't tell which type of berry it was, since there were so many other flavours obscuring the true taste, but whatever it was, it was the best tasting thing he had ever had. He was completely lost in flavour heaven when a loud BANG split the air and rattled his skull. Something whizzed towards them and made the dirt just in front of them explode.
"R-RUN!"
His friend didn't even need to tell him. He was out of there! He was high-tailing it through the trees and across the field, passing the other two and pulling ahead to lead them. They didn't stop until the sun had stained the sky a deep purple, streaked with pink. They were standing only for a few moments before a sound in the woods startled them back into their frantic scramble to escape. Only once they had stopped on the hill in the night did they get the chance to clean themselves up. One of his comrades was convinced that their nearly white fur would never get clean again, and that he'd be sticky forever.
It was probably one of the stupidest stunts Rocky had ever pulled. But... he thought as his tongue swiped around a berry-stained paw, It was so totally worth it!
