Stating the Obvious (smudge)

[MudBug]

Time: Irrelevent
This happened just.. sometime in spring, let's leave it at that.

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/10786co.jpg] Watch my moves! Read my mind! "Hear my voice!" Braker's stomach rumbled with hunger, and his heart pounded with a strange excitement. He walked through puzzlewood forest, feeling the light breeze rustle his pelt and enjoying it's tickle. He tossed his head back and side to side, a grin on his face as he felt that he looked magnificent in this light, like a majestic beautiful presence drifting trough the magical forest, only handsome and strong, obviously. He reached the large boulder at which he was the meet his companion, and felt a twinge of sadness as he surveyed his surroundings and saw no trace of the shining white pelt of the male german shepherd. Braker imagined that very bright pelt now, left to his own mind in waiting. He had only seen Hueso a few times, but he could remember how his coat moved over his firm muscles beneath his skin. The blinding light glaring off of the white furs covering his body. Braker felt a twinge of longing to see it all at work again. The interesting rays of light and the way the sun cast it's glare on white objects intrigued him, obviously. He shifted uncomfortably in his own skin, feeling the urge to rub his course fur against the rock in front of him. He did so, and the pleasing scratch made him long for the the sharp claws on the large paws of another strong male canine, to fill the place of the rock's rough surface. His back itched badly, and the claws of another would be best suited to scratch the awkward place in the crease of his back he couldn't reach for himself, obviously.

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[atrb=background,http://i423.photobucket.com/albums/pp315/smudgeblox/HUESOFROMAMAYAFOOTER2copy.png] Hueso walks. "Hueso talks."

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The white shepherd was behind schedule. His limbs carried him swiftly over the undergrowth as he tried to mask to concern on his face. He yearned for the massive St. Bernard- because he was late, obviously. Finally, the musky, enticing scent of Braker caressed his senses, but only because he had a good sense of smell, obviously. It wasn't long until the mismatched pattern of brown, white, and black emerged into view. Hueso smiled and slowed a little, observing how Braker's muscles trembled as he scratched his back across the boulder. Obviously, Hueso only admired him because he was jealous. Obviously.

"Braker," Hueso nodded, acknowledging his comrade, "sorry I'm a little late. Hopefully you're still hungry." Hueso knew that he himself was starving. He couldn't wait to have dinner with the male, because he was hungry, obviously. Hueso noticed that Braker was still raking himself across the rock, and the shepherd guessed his friend might need some help. "Here, let me get that for you," Hueso offered, walking over and standing on his back legs to give Braker a good massage scratch, obviously. He only wanted to aid his friend. The itches in the middle of your back could really be a pain sometimes.

Hueso was careful to spend extra time on Braker's itchy back just in case he didn't completely satisfy his friend's needs. Once finished, he turned back to face his friend and tilted his head to the side with his large pointy ears sticking out to the left. "Smell anything to hunt?" Hueso questioned, who at the current moment, was experiencing difficulties with his ability to smell anything beyond Braker's masculinity. If they were fortunate they might stray across a deer or some other large game. Then Hueso could watch the full encore of Braker's strength and determination. And learn from him as a fellow Tempest pack member, obviously.


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[MudBug]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/10786co.jpg] Watch my moves! Read my mind! "Hear my voice!" A familiar husky voice reached his ears, and Braker's eyes went wide with excitement at the sight of the strong german shepherd. His tongue lolled from his large jaws as his heart pounded with anticipation for his hunt with Hueso. He was, in fact, still hungry, obviously. The scent of Hueso filled Braker's senses, as his male companion assisted him with his itchy predicament. The fragrance of Hueso was nothing like the strong musk Braker expected. He found the smell intoxicatingly clean and crisp, sturing in the air as Hueso exerted himself atop Braker's back. Braker felt a twinge of jealousy at the lovely scent. He wanted to know how Hueso smelled clean, obviously. He shoved his nose's curiosity to the side for a moment to relish the feeling of Hueso's strong paws pressing into his muscular form. Sharp claws lightly raked his skin, releasing him from his itchy torment. The back and forth motion of Hueso's strokes were almost hypnotizing. Braker tossed his head back, closing his eyes with a low sigh. It felt good to stop itching, obviously. Braker stepped down from the rock, coming out from under Hueso's paws. He turned to face his friend, flashing a wide smile at the pair of bright canine eyes of his companion. He panted heavily, worn out from holding Hueso's weight as it shifted back and forth. A full grown german shepherd was quite heavy, obviously. He spoke in an excited tone, anxious to get the hunt underway. He had already imagined the two of then running through the forest sie by side, chasing after a graceful hare, feeling passion burn in their chests. Giving knowing glances to one another as they lunged in sync, to go in for the kill. It would be a productive hunt, obviously. "Since you've arrived, I haven't seen anything that looked more pleasing. Before then, however, I was preoccupied with the urges of my rear for a scratch. Thank you for your services in that area, if you know what I mean." Braker then chuckled inwardly, a deep rumbling in his powerful chest. He raised his muzzle to scent the air, pushing his mind past Hueso's strong aroma, to look for scents to satisfy their hunger for food. His senses alerted him to the trail of a rabbit nearby, and his heart fluttered as he realized how close his hunting dreams were to coming true. He bounded past Hueso in a single graceful leap, accidently grazing the shepherd's muzzle with his fluffy tail. Tendrils of his heavy coat trailed after his skin, like flowing ribbons in the wind. His ears flopped across his muzzle as he turned back to call to his companion. "This way, Hueso. I think I'm on the trail of what we both long for, old friend!" They had both been waiting some time for a meal, and they longed to fill their stomachs, obviously.

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[atrb=background,http://i423.photobucket.com/albums/pp315/smudgeblox/HUESOFROMAMAYAFOOTER2copy.png] Hueso walks. "Hueso talks."

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Hueso was glad he could please his friend. That's what friends were for, of course. If it were his choice, he would have remained there for eternity, pressing his white paws deep into the rolls of Braker's luscious, rugged, masculine, handsome, breathtaking, never-ending fur. Suddenly, Hueso found his face pressed up against the exotic fabric of Braker's being. He sucked in a huge breath through the fur, enjoying every fragment of scent, before Braker's words reached his ears.

He opened his eyes, realizing that his fantasy had been just that- a daydream. He wasn't even close to Braker, even though seconds before he could have sworn he was right next to his thumping heart. "Ohohohoho," Hueso broke into a few more giggles before continuing, "you better quit with that sugar, daddy, before I become your cube." Wait. That didn't even make sense. Hueso was just grateful for the comment. It felt good to be appreciated, obviously. "Anytime, bro. It's my pleasure." Hueso just wanted to make sure his friend was in the best of spirits for hunting, obviously.

And then, without warning, Braker skipped away from him in one glorious fluid movement. Hueso's jaws gaped open as his friend soared in slow-motion from the rock with his fur ruffling in the wind. And for the grand finale, the long silky tails on his tail tickled across Hueso's muzzle. A few glistening droplets of drool managed to find Hueso's face from Braker's jowls. This was only because Hueso was starving and time seemed to be dragging for ever, obviously. Braker whisked his head over his shoulder and called for Hueso. Hueso nodded, practically delirious from the heavenly moment (he was excited to have some food, obviously).

Hueso guessed he could smell some rabbit beneath Braker's overpowering musk. He followed carefully behind, where his entire vision could be furnished with Braker's quivering buttocks. This was only because Braker obviously had a good trail. Hueso didn't want to go chasing imaginary animals now, did he? Hueso reluctantly lowered his nose to the ground, supposing a second nose would aid a little in the hunt, even though it meant removing his eyes from Braker for a few seconds which could be damaging to their technique, obviously. "Are we getting close? It still smells the same," Hueso muttered, hoisting up his head from the soil they trekked across.

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[MudBug]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/10786co.jpg] Watch my moves! Read my mind! "Hear my voice!" Snout to the ground, listening intently to the wilderness. A smile twitched at his lips when he heard Hueso's concerned comment. Normally, Braker would have been instantly irritated by someone second guessing his instructions on a hunt. Today, however, he found it endearing for Hueso to be turning to him for guidance in their endeavors. He turned to glance over his shoulder, seeing Hueso sniffing at the ground as well. "I'm certain this is just the way to go. Here, just through these trees here," he said as he ducked into the dense forest, weaving, gracefully, through the large trunks of pine. Braker knew, soon they would hit a wide open valley. It would be bliss to run through the high grasses, with Hueso, and hunt to their hearts' content. He looked forward to frolicking with his friend, and catching their doomed prey, obviously. His tail wagged to and fro. He looked to his side again, speaking in a playful tone to his companion. "So, buddy, how have the ladies been treating you, if you don't mind me asking? Tempest girls are the hardest to gain favor with, if you ask me," he said with a trace of bitterness. He didn't understand females, for certain. It seemed so much easier to make friends with males. Just look at him and Hueso, for instance. Hardly knew one another, but not a care in the world. Helping each other with itches, and hunger pangs. Braker could feel their lovely bond growing stronger by the minute.