"I told you before, you insolent bastard, I don't want to go!" Caliborn struggled against Dirk's tug. It was time that they had done something outside, and this was it. However, it seems that a certain equation of this relationship was a bit uncooperative, having grown accustom to the lazy, Earthly ways of the humans. Roxy was practically maneuvering these non-inside activities, as Dirk couldn't even think of things that a normal being found as common knowledge. "You're going anyway. Didn't I tell you there was nothing to worry about? Sheesh." He pulled incessantly, continuing to lead the cherub into the brown-and-green atmosphere of the woodland area. Instead of seeing grass or concrete, there were pine needles lining the floor. For some reason, this scared Caliborn to no extent. He had never seen such decoration in any type of nature he had been in.
"You know that dangerous lusii could live in these woods," he retorted, thinking over whether or not he should just bite Dirk's arm off. With just a small laugh in reply, Strider picked up Caliborn. This was to prevent any further frustrations with his ever-moving self; and of course, this only increased the anger in him.
"Put me down, put me down, put me down!"
"No."
"Dirk!"
"No."
"I SAID NOW YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
"And I said no."
This went on for about thirty minutes before they had both grown tired of the same arguments. It's time to do some quality outside stuff. "Alright, so I'll put you down now - since you really have no idea how to get out of here without me, anyway." Along with those words, he did so with a tiny grunt from his partner. Caliborn brushed himself off. With a stinging silence beyond the crunching of the dead plants on the ground, they walked without much more problems. They gazed upon everything they'd seen. For example, the lake whose peaceful waters held crayfish and scared the living shit out of Caliborn. Memories.
"Okay, man. We're going to look for foxes. Tell me when you see one." Dirk had taken out a loaded pistol hidden within the safety of his wifebeater... however he did that. "What's a fox?" replied Caliborn, approving of the weapon, but still hesitant of it. "This bitch is a fox." He showed his counterpart a picture of a fox in one of those hunting pamphlets. As they always did, they had shown the cutest image of it. Weed out the weaklings.
Caliborn nodded and followed Dirk's track. They spent about an hour looking at the ground for a scurry of red fur, or at least a burrowing hole. You could very well get three to four fox pups out of those things. It wasn't until approximately 6:12 did they see the skinny canine relatives sticking their muzzles out of their underground den. One in particular was very shy, as it was pressed against the back of the hole. The other was 'barking' non-stop. The last one, however, just sat and stared.
Caliborn, unthinkably of his character, had started to sympathize this strange new species. The killer instinct he had possessed as a cherub didn't really affect him toward this particular group, moreover to the ones that had the communication and intelligence to drive his hate. Dirk held his pistol out, lining the bullet with the forehead of the third pup. The red eyes of Caliborn's shifted, and he regained control of the situation, grabbing the gun out of the unsuspecting other's hands. "We're leaving."
Dirk kind of laughed as he picked up the fox, both hands around its torso. It snapped, due to natural survival skills, and barked. "No," he said, putting two fingers in between its ears. This was used to train dogs on MTV, so why not give it a try here? The animal's ears lowered, and it whimpered. Caliborn growled in the belief that Dirk was going to break his spine or something. But no.
"Can we keep it?" He looked over at his partner. "Please." the counterpart replied.
