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[moonsheen]

The child tumbled down the hill, landing hard on his back. Fallen leaves and dust went flying. The beast was on him in a second, jaws wrapped around his shoulder, a low growl bubbling in its throat. The boy twisted, snarling. His nails dug at its shoulder and his own teeth caught in the loose skin of its ruff, but it batted him with a huge paw--hard enough to send him rolling through the dirt all over again.

He scrabbled for ground, but the creature leapt over him and into his path, a huge black wall of bristling fur and slavering jaws. The boy swallowed, throwing himself to the side as it lunged and making a dive for its hindquarters as it passed, but its head whirled and hit him in the hip, knocking him on to his back again, those fangs closing in on the soft skin of his neck—

He caught them, a hot, rancid breath away, staring into a cage of yellowing teeth and writhing tongue and above them an angry, angry gold eye. A sliver of saliva dribbled on to his collar. The boy grimaced, and shoved with all of his might. The beast backed down, its paws leaving gouges in the loose, rotten autumn ground that dominated the edge of the forest. It stepped away, turned its good eye on the child, and grinned.

Wiping his face, the boy glared, and charged it. His arms barely fit around its neck—he had to hold on with his mouth at the back of its head, the stiff black fur tasting like dirt and leaves. He held on to the thick column of its neck, and then it collapsed—

--onto him. The entire mass of sinew and fur, larger than some grown men, pinned him to the forest floor. The child gasped, squirmed, and began to shout.

"Shit, that’s not--That’s not fair, Kuromaru…!"

The black dog gave an amused huff, rolled off of him, and passed a tongue across his face with a wet slap.

"Bwah!" the boy said, wheezing.

"Now, now," his father said from behind them, as Kuromaru swaggered back, tail wagging. "You have to learn to expect these things."

The boy growled. "…Still not fair," he mumbled and wrinkled his nose in an expression of such moral outrage that his father laughed

"If you don’t want to deal with the size advantage, than don’t try to wrestle with him," the man said wisely, patting the beast’s head. "…And if you don’t know /how/ to deal with it, well…Learn. There’re a lot of things bigger than you, Kiba. Are you done?"

"Yeah," his son groused, shaking leaves out of his hair. He nodded. "M’done. But I wanna rematch."

‘Heh, that’ll have to wait ‘till after dinner then."

"But," the boy whined. "It’ll be dark by then!"

"More the challenge," his father told him with a smirk. "Deal with it." Then he turned, Kuromaru by his side, and stalked back up the hill. Kiba watched them a moment, growling low—in his stomach—before he picked himself up to follow, loping like a pup up the slope to catch up.



Weird little thing inspired by the fact that my grandparents dog is visiting for the week. The twitchy thing (a caffeine addict in canine form, I love him) got into a huge wrestling match with the permanant resident, Jemma--who happens to be twice his size. It's fun to watch dogs play.

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[fancylala.livejournal.com]

Kiiiiiiiiiiba. *lovelovelove*

Its Alex Sirkman ^____^

[(Anonymous)]

I love this! Makes me want to be Kiba....god, im such a dog person....and more than the person who likes dogs kind either. Its delectable ^_^

[(Anonymous)]

I love this cos it's so descriptive and so possible and yeh. >_> My favorite line is when Kiba wheezed, "bwah!" I feel like hugging him or something.

C