08-11-2018, 11:49 PM
Was it ... bad that he liked living rogue with Feliciano at his side? He had never felt so relaxed and happy. He was wary of Clan life, knowing very well that politics and power and Deutschland did not mix well together. And, with the tabby cat by his side, he really didn’t need anything else. He liked the feeling of no responsibilities. Even their kids were old enough to fend for themselves and didn’t need their help with anything.
But, sometimes, moments like this happened and he found himself wishing for the protection of a Clan. Hostile groups were something he had forgotten existed, so it was quite a shock when they found themselves being approached in a snarly manner. When Deutschland realized that their pursuers kept chasing them even after their territory was far behind them, he knew he had to do something or they would be run to their deaths.
Deutschland did not want to die.
He had grabbed Feliciano by the scruff and darted into what he hoped was an unoccupied den. The last thing they needed was a mother fox or badger with her cubs. The German shepherd plastered himself against the furthest wall, eyes darting back and forth as he held his breath. He heard the footsteps thunder above his head and the confused grunts and growls of their pursuers. He waited until they died off before glancing at Feliciano with a stupidly cocky grin. He could tell that Feliciano was still a bit frazzled by the encounter, but it filled Deutschland’s ego knowing that he had narrowly avoided death for the both of them.
”Yeah, you’re right.” Deutschland tried to turn around in circles to get into a comfortable position, but his large form and long feathery tail was getting in the way of everything so he finally decided to shapeshift into his cat form. That felt a lot better.
Deutschland stretched out his paws and lay down with a soft purr, licking the grit and dirt off the pads of his feet. ”Not such a bad place, huh?” He remarked with a proud grin, his blue eyes glinting in the dark as he looked at Feliciano, obviously begging for the tabby to snuggle up against him.
But, sometimes, moments like this happened and he found himself wishing for the protection of a Clan. Hostile groups were something he had forgotten existed, so it was quite a shock when they found themselves being approached in a snarly manner. When Deutschland realized that their pursuers kept chasing them even after their territory was far behind them, he knew he had to do something or they would be run to their deaths.
Deutschland did not want to die.
He had grabbed Feliciano by the scruff and darted into what he hoped was an unoccupied den. The last thing they needed was a mother fox or badger with her cubs. The German shepherd plastered himself against the furthest wall, eyes darting back and forth as he held his breath. He heard the footsteps thunder above his head and the confused grunts and growls of their pursuers. He waited until they died off before glancing at Feliciano with a stupidly cocky grin. He could tell that Feliciano was still a bit frazzled by the encounter, but it filled Deutschland’s ego knowing that he had narrowly avoided death for the both of them.
”Yeah, you’re right.” Deutschland tried to turn around in circles to get into a comfortable position, but his large form and long feathery tail was getting in the way of everything so he finally decided to shapeshift into his cat form. That felt a lot better.
Deutschland stretched out his paws and lay down with a soft purr, licking the grit and dirt off the pads of his feet. ”Not such a bad place, huh?” He remarked with a proud grin, his blue eyes glinting in the dark as he looked at Feliciano, obviously begging for the tabby to snuggle up against him.
deutschland schmidt, played by felibri
ddr german shepherd & wanderer & 5 years old & male
ddr german shepherd & wanderer & 5 years old & male