In Need of Distraction

[lost_wings]

Date: June 16
Time: Morning
Location: The Manor, Outside
Status: Public
Summary: Michael goes for a walk.

It was, Michael decided, a nice day. Certainly nice enough that staying indoors seemed just silly. He soon wandered out of the building, intent on exploring the grounds of the manor. After all, it was always wise to know your surroundings.

The sky was nice and clear as he glanced up to it, and he almost ached to fly right up, to spread his wings in the blue, which, yeah, not going to happen right now. It was much better to keep his gaze closer to the ground and focus on something else than the itch at his back.

Now, if only something interesting enough came up to actually distract him.

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[american_loki]

Loki was in her wolf form again, hoping for another meting with Cloud. She didn't seem to be out right now, though, but then just running and sniffing around was fun as well.

And what was this? Someone approaching from the manor? Curious Loki went to see who it was.

[lost_wings]

The garden was beautiful, Michael noted, lush and vibrant. It was a delight walking around, taking in the trees and the flowers and the wolf.

Wait. The wolf.

Michael did not scream like a little girl, because he had never been either little or a girl (except maybe once or twice, but those times shall never be mentioned again), but his voice was quite high-pitched as he screeched in fright.

[american_loki]

Loki didn't recognise the person at all. He had to be a new arrival!

And he screamed when he saw her! He was a coward!

Of course she was aware that modern humans were a lot less used to encountering wolves than the Vikings had been, and generally less courageous, too, but they were also a lot less likely to be able to tell the difference between a wolf and a dog - and this surely was no place one would expect a wild animal.

Loki yipped with delight, raised her tail and fur to look more imposing and ran straight towards this excellent new plaything.

[lost_wings]

The beast, Michael realized in a haze of fear, was attacking him. He scrambled backwards, instinctively trying to take to air, only to fall on his back when his absent wings failed to lift him up. Trying to get on his feet, he made to rush the other way, trying to find an escape.

Where was a tree when he needed one?

[american_loki]

Better and better! The new toy couldn't only scream delightfully it also hopped and tumbled clothes flapping most delightfully.

Loki adjusted her speed to remain just behind the boy and snapped playfully at his clothes trying to catch them and give them a little tug. It was a slightly bigger challenge than grabbing his leg would have been even if it was probably a little less scary.

Of course scary didn't really matter when your toy was already in a panicked flight.

[lost_wings]

There! A tree. If he only could get up the tree, the beast couldn't get to him. It would have been so easy if he'd had his wings; however, all he had at the moment was a dull ache where the wings were supposed to be, one that throbbed with the memory as he scrambled to get away.

Get to the tree. Get up. Focus on that, and nothing else.

[american_loki]

Loki could easily have overtaken the boy, but he wasn't running for the door, so there was no need to cut off his path. If he remained this panicked there might be hours of fun in this ... or well, as long as his stamina would last at least.

Another happy yip escaped her before she remembered effect and added a fierce growl.

[lost_wings]

Michael fought the urge to look back over his shoulder, knowing he should not waste time on such things. Instead, he focused on making his way up the tree. He just needed to get out of the beast's reach, and maybe then, he could stop panicking and try to assess the situation.

Assuming the thing didn't try to stop him from climbing, of course.

[american_loki]

Almost by accident Loki did indeed catch hold of a bit of flapping cloth. She clamped down on it and gave it a playful tug hardly able to stop her tail from wagging with delight at this wonderful game.

The wagging was a disadvantage of canine forms she thought, but on the other hand few other forms got to have this kind of fun.

[lost_wings]

It had caught him. The beast had actually caught him, and was biting on his clothes. He couldn't escape, not without his wings, and it was only a matter of time before he felt its fangs on his flesh instead of his clothes.

Reaching out his hand, he wished for his sword to appear.

On 17 August 2013 11:31, american_loki - DW Comment dw_null@dreamwidth.orgwrote:

[american_loki]

To Loki's disappointment the toy didn't scream. It did reach out a hand trying to grasp at thin air, though. That was quite entertaining to see!

She put on her fiercest growl and tugged harder.

[lost_wings]

"Let go of me!" Yeah, there was a hint of panic creeping into his voice, but he couldn't really help it right now. There was a phantom ache at his back, where his wings should have been. "Go away!"

His sword failing to materialize, he tried to kick the beast.

[american_loki]

The toy kicked at her and actually struck her nose!

Loki yelped at the sudden pain, though she had had much worse injuries in her life, let go of the cloth and snapped at the leg instead. She wasn't going to bite hard, but the toy should feel it just like she'd felt the kick to her nose.

[lost_wings]

It was biting him. The beast was actually biting him, attacking him with all its might, and he couldn't make it go away. His panic was getting harder and harder to overcome, drowning any attempt at rational planning as he decided for more kicking and screaming for help.

[american_loki]

How delightful! Loki had to let go of her toy's leg in order not to hurt it accidentally as it kicked, but she could not stop herself from wagging in delight as she ducked and dove to snap lightly at the flailing limbs without being hit herself.

Oh, it had to have been decades since she'd last had a toy that was this much fun!

[silverfox]

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