southern comfort. [juno]

[`nali. ♫]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/11hbb4z.jpg] [scrolly: h(112),w(420),sy]The meridian forest. It was a rather peaceful place in the early morning spring. Birds were chirping, deer were grazing, and Bloodhounds were... What exactly was that black and tan fellow doing? Was he? Was he talking to a rabbit hole? Okay, he was talking to the bunny that had just run into the rabbit hole, but still! That wasn't exactly natural behavior for a dog. "Well hey dere, mister rabbit. Whatcha doin' in that there, uh... um... uh... hidey hole? C'mon out little fella. Don'tcha, uh... Don'tcha wanna p... play! wid me?" Budweiser was seated at the mouth of the hole, intently staring down into it. Up until about ten minutes ago he had actually be chasing the rabbit. He was a huntin' dog after all, and an excellent tracker. But without Boondock around to help him he was left to fend for himself. It wasn't exactly easy when he relied on someone else to do the killin'. Usually he was just the tracker. So he'd followed the scent of a rabbit until he'd fount it nibbling on some clover. And then he tried to give chase as it darted off, but the hunt was unsuccessful. The rabbit darted into this hole and he was left yet again without a meal. His stomach rumbled. Maybe, just maybe the rabbit would peek back out of the hole and decide to let itself get eaten. A snowball probably had a better chance in hell, but Bud didn't know that. He was a simple sort of male, simpler than most. And to him, it sounded like it was as good a strategy as any.[/scrolly]

[H.ostile]

JUNO
( SOME DAY I'LL BE LIVIN' IN A BIG OL' CITY )

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''Ain't nooothin' but a houund doog.''Tan and white fur wasn't at all camoflauged in the dark, green forest. The body seemed to dance along the tall grass, jumping on dead logs to race up and down them. She was a real show girl, built to entertain. Juno wasn't hunting at the moment; she already had about four rabbits waiting for her at home. Not that they'd been easy catches, she had spent most of yesterday herding all of them into her den. Well, at least she'd had time to take a small bath before it was time to rest. Thanks to the cleansing she smelled thickly of lavenders in the Spring.

Her face was bright, her eyes trying to observe everything at once. Juno was such a looker; whenever she stopped talking, which wasn't often, all she wanted to do was watch. Of course, most of the time she was too busy talking. And it wasn't even about herself when she talked, she really talked about anything that came to mind. Nothing negative, of course, Juno was a rather sweet girl.

With her head held high in pride, she swung her hips- flicking her tail along with them. She tossed her head to the side, mimicking the human dancers she'd seen on tv once. Even if it had been almost two years ago since she'd last seen tv, Juno could remember Elvis's songs by heart. Her favorite had been Hound Dog, but she fancied all of his. She was getting to the part where she'd shimmy and shake when something caught her eye. A dog, hard on a rabbit's trail. Juno held a fake stunned look and looked behind her, acting as though she had an audience. ''I 'tink I taw a putty tat!''She'd give a small laugh, bounding after the dog. Her yellow ears would flap as she picked up speed, staying on him.

Juno crooked her head to the right, obviously taken a back. It'd been a long time since she'd seen another dog, but she knew this kind of dog. The farmer had used them to hunt, and for a moment she'd thought it was her old crush- whom she'd liked since she was a puppy. But that was a silly thought, and she pushed it aside. A beautiful pink color painting at her cheeks. ''I diidd, I did taw a putty tat.'' Her voice was barely audible, soft and sweet sounding. He wouldn't have heard her, she was too far away. Juno even doubted he'd have seen her. But he would soon enough. Moving her body from in the tangling bushes, she pushed herself near him. Sitting at the opposite side of the hole's mouth.''You better be careful! That there rabbit been known for eatin' us. Better watch your back- next thing you know he goin' get'cha!''She had a serious look on her face, even adding in a nod to signal that it was all true. And then a big smile brightened her face, teeth showing. ''Juno's the name, you've probably seen me around here before. I'm pretty.. well, shucks, they say I'mma staaawh.''She added on a New York accent, trying to mask her own Southern twang.

, ( SOME DAY I'LL BE BIG ENOUGH SO YOU CAN'T HIT ME )

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[`nali. ♫]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/11hbb4z.jpg] [scrolly: h(112),w(420),sy]He smelled her long before he knew he was in the company of another, having an excellent sense of smell. But the fact that he was aware of her was not enough to distract him from his quirky little conversation. In fact, after catching wind of her approaching scent he promptly forgot about her, more concerned with attempting to will his dinner out of the hole. It wasn't until she seemed to materialize out of thin air that it clicked in his brain that he wasn't alone. And then she was speaking, and the Bloodhound yelped. His eyes went wide as saucers as he looked up at the Collie mix, jaw hanging slightly open as his large, floppy ears pulled back. He would have fallen over if he wasn't already sitting, his worst fears confirmed by the serious expression on the stranger's face. "I-I-I! I uh, I dun wanna be eated, no I don't! No siree! Nuh uh! D-uh d-ud d-ud dun let it eated mee~!" Budweiser whimpered then, staring helplessly up at the smaller female. He looked something akin to pathetic, having believed every single word she'd said. He honestly thought the rabbit was evil now, and that it was going to make him its next meal instead of the other way around. And he really really really didn't want to become bunny chow.[/scrolly]