Post by Wyndbain on Dec 16, 2008 17:53:38 GMT -6
Narrator: Twas the night before Christmas-
Wyndbain: Solstice.
Narrator: What?
Wyndbain: We're wolves, we don't know who Christ is.
Wolf: Who is Christ?
Wyndbain: See?
Narrator: Oh ok, yes, I see. *ahems* Twas the night before...Solstice...
Wyndbain: :3
Narrator: ...when all through the-
Wyndbain: Cave.
Narrator: -cave... Wait, no houses?
Wyndbain: Forest baby. Nuttin but trees and rocks.
Narrator: Got it. When all through the cave
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
Wyndbain: *coughs*
Narrator: What now!?
Wyndbain: Wolves don't have stockings and chimneys.
Narrator: That's it, I quit!
Wyndbain: You can't quit, you're the narrator!
Narrator: Watch me. *quits*
Hyperion: Well dadgum, he quit. :0
......
Hyperion: Sooooo....what now?
Wyndbain: Gimme that book, we're reading this SO style. Dx
Hyperion: Oh boy, a story! :3
Wyndbain: T'was the-yadda yadda yadda-house-yadda...Here.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The deer meat lay slain by the cave entrance with care,
In hopes that Alpha Wyndbain soon would be there.
Hyperion: Sexy. <3
Wyndbain: The pups were all nestled, sleeping like logs,
While the skeletons of chipmunks littered their paws.
And mamma in her fur coat, and I in my pelt,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's hibernation.
Hyperion: That doesn't rhyme.
Wyndbain: You try finding something that rhymes with hibernation. >_>
Hyperion: Indentation?
Wyndbain: Shut up. Dx
When out to the trees there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my den to see what was the matter.
Away to the entrance I flew like a hare,
Threw up my head to see who, what and where.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow...
Hyperion: Hehe, breast. >3
Wyndbain: *smites*
Hyperion: *dies*
Wyndbain: The moon on the CREST of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a ghostly white figure, and eight delicious deer!
Hyperion: This is making me hungry. D:
Wyndbain: Didn't I smite you?
Hyperion: I un-smited myself. :3
Wyndbain: Flying down fast and pushing by the cedar,
I knew in a moment it must be SO's leader!
More rapid than eagles her coursers they came,
And she howled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Main Course! now, Supper! now, Breakfast and Brunch!
On Snack! On, Buffet! on Dinner and Lunch!
To the top of the cave! to the top of the trees!
Now fly away! Fly away! Away before I freeze!"
Hyperion: *starts up a bonfire* Come sit with me lovely. <3
Wyndbain: Go away. Dx
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
Hyperion: Wtf does that mean?
Wyndbain: Dunno, but it rhymes.
So up to the tree-tops the coursers they flew,
With the small herd of deer, and the Alpha too.
And then, with a thud, I heard in the trees
The yelling and howling of the alpha, displeased.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Through the entrance the Alpha came in with a bound.
She was dressed all in fur, well, for obvious reasons,
And her pelt was all white, like the first snow of the season.
The carcass of a plump deer was slung on her back,
And she looked like a hunter, come back from the pack.
Hyperion: Why must you continue to mention food? D:
Wyndbain: Her eyes-how they scorned! Her dimples...well, she had none.
Her cheeks were all furry, her nose like a dead sun.
Her droll little jaw was drawn down in a frown,
And the fur of her pelt flowed out like a gown.
The stump of a stripped bone she held tight in her fangs,
So bare that it was there was nothing left to hang.
She had a long face and a plume of a tail,
That waved when she grinned, like a long flowing veil.
Hyperion: This story is such a turn on. <3
Wyndbain: *smites again*
Hyperion: *dies again*
Wyndbain: She was tall and lean, not very nice,
And I bowed when I saw her, not once but twice!
A smirk of her maw and a twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know I had few things to dread.
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And piled all the dead things, then turned with a jerk.
And unfolding both wings out from either side,
And flying away, my eyes opened wide!
She sprang to the cave top, to her team gave a howl,
And away they all flew with an encouraging growl.
But I heard her exclaim, 'ere she flew out of sight,
"Happy Solstice you buggers, don't forget that I bite!"
Wyndbain: Solstice.
Narrator: What?
Wyndbain: We're wolves, we don't know who Christ is.
Wolf: Who is Christ?
Wyndbain: See?
Narrator: Oh ok, yes, I see. *ahems* Twas the night before...Solstice...
Wyndbain: :3
Narrator: ...when all through the-
Wyndbain: Cave.
Narrator: -cave... Wait, no houses?
Wyndbain: Forest baby. Nuttin but trees and rocks.
Narrator: Got it. When all through the cave
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
Wyndbain: *coughs*
Narrator: What now!?
Wyndbain: Wolves don't have stockings and chimneys.
Narrator: That's it, I quit!
Wyndbain: You can't quit, you're the narrator!
Narrator: Watch me. *quits*
Hyperion: Well dadgum, he quit. :0
......
Hyperion: Sooooo....what now?
Wyndbain: Gimme that book, we're reading this SO style. Dx
Hyperion: Oh boy, a story! :3
Wyndbain: T'was the-yadda yadda yadda-house-yadda...Here.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The deer meat lay slain by the cave entrance with care,
In hopes that Alpha Wyndbain soon would be there.
Hyperion: Sexy. <3
Wyndbain: The pups were all nestled, sleeping like logs,
While the skeletons of chipmunks littered their paws.
And mamma in her fur coat, and I in my pelt,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's hibernation.
Hyperion: That doesn't rhyme.
Wyndbain: You try finding something that rhymes with hibernation. >_>
Hyperion: Indentation?
Wyndbain: Shut up. Dx
When out to the trees there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my den to see what was the matter.
Away to the entrance I flew like a hare,
Threw up my head to see who, what and where.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow...
Hyperion: Hehe, breast. >3
Wyndbain: *smites*
Hyperion: *dies*
Wyndbain: The moon on the CREST of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a ghostly white figure, and eight delicious deer!
Hyperion: This is making me hungry. D:
Wyndbain: Didn't I smite you?
Hyperion: I un-smited myself. :3
Wyndbain: Flying down fast and pushing by the cedar,
I knew in a moment it must be SO's leader!
More rapid than eagles her coursers they came,
And she howled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Main Course! now, Supper! now, Breakfast and Brunch!
On Snack! On, Buffet! on Dinner and Lunch!
To the top of the cave! to the top of the trees!
Now fly away! Fly away! Away before I freeze!"
Hyperion: *starts up a bonfire* Come sit with me lovely. <3
Wyndbain: Go away. Dx
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
Hyperion: Wtf does that mean?
Wyndbain: Dunno, but it rhymes.
So up to the tree-tops the coursers they flew,
With the small herd of deer, and the Alpha too.
And then, with a thud, I heard in the trees
The yelling and howling of the alpha, displeased.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Through the entrance the Alpha came in with a bound.
She was dressed all in fur, well, for obvious reasons,
And her pelt was all white, like the first snow of the season.
The carcass of a plump deer was slung on her back,
And she looked like a hunter, come back from the pack.
Hyperion: Why must you continue to mention food? D:
Wyndbain: Her eyes-how they scorned! Her dimples...well, she had none.
Her cheeks were all furry, her nose like a dead sun.
Her droll little jaw was drawn down in a frown,
And the fur of her pelt flowed out like a gown.
The stump of a stripped bone she held tight in her fangs,
So bare that it was there was nothing left to hang.
She had a long face and a plume of a tail,
That waved when she grinned, like a long flowing veil.
Hyperion: This story is such a turn on. <3
Wyndbain: *smites again*
Hyperion: *dies again*
Wyndbain: She was tall and lean, not very nice,
And I bowed when I saw her, not once but twice!
A smirk of her maw and a twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know I had few things to dread.
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And piled all the dead things, then turned with a jerk.
And unfolding both wings out from either side,
And flying away, my eyes opened wide!
She sprang to the cave top, to her team gave a howl,
And away they all flew with an encouraging growl.
But I heard her exclaim, 'ere she flew out of sight,
"Happy Solstice you buggers, don't forget that I bite!"
