Post by Red Moon on Aug 6, 2010 3:49:37 GMT -8
Brother Wolf paced restlessly. Something was on his mind. It made him growl at the air, stirring awake at every sound outside. He was angry. He didn't know what made him this way... But Uruz did.
Calmly, he set about the task before him. The owner of the bike in for repair complained of a shifting idle speed, and sometimes the engine dies off. Taleforge asked the customer to leave it for an hour and told Uruz to check it over. He started with the lambada probe, then moved on to the air filter, both with no luck. Brother was becoming impatient.
"Why are you wasting time with that weaver nonsense!? Get your head together! Danger could be around every un-turned stone! ...Hare-brain!"
Ignoring the insufferable Wolf, he checked the idle speed-regulator... Damn!
"Fox-dung! Where is your pride as a wolf? You couldn't scent danger if it urinated on your calf-skin shoes!"
"Calm, brother volf. You don't even know vhat you are antsy about. Take a chill-pill and let me vork."
Brother Wolf shook the bike in his rage, nearly knocking it over.
"Vatch it, stone-foot, or I'll cage you up."
Sucking in his anger, Uruz resumed his task, starting to check the entire suction system.
"Vhat a pain..."
A low growl fills the shop.
"You're not listening!" barked Brother Wolf.
Of course he wasn't listening. Unlike Brother Wolf, Uruz knew what was upsetting him. But thinking about what had happened wouldn't change anything, now. He already had his plans for how to deal with the threat, and they had to wait. All there was to do right now, was fix this damn bike! He probed around in the suction, cursing when he found nothing wrong.
"You don't even catch your own prey anymore, unless it's a special occasion. You're a worthless human, and you eat worthless human food!" Brother Wolf made a gagging sound in his throat, as Uruz rolled his eyes at the Beast.
"When was the last time we had a bloody steak, without you poisoning it with disgusting honey-flavored weaver-sap?!"
Frustrated, Uruz took at drink of water and wiped sweat from his face. Summer made it hotter than Hell in the shop, and Taleforge running the wood stove didn't make it any better.
"No fissure in the vacuum hose... There's nothing wrong vith this fucking thing!"
"There's something wrong with your head! that's why the others look down on you! You don't see them learning how to read or fix weaver-filth! You're a nobody! A human! A-- ...What is that smell?
Brother gave the air a sniff, as Uruz stood.
"I'll tell you vhat it's not. Your dinner, if I don't figure this out!"
Brother Wolf sat silent for a moment. His fur lay flat, and he began to calm down again. Finally, Uruz was able to hear himself think!
"...What's that sparky thing called?"
He looked again at the bike.
"...The spark plug?"
"No, no, furless! The other sparky thing!" that thing!
Uruz recalled the few "Sparky things" he knew of, and finally, he found a problem.
"How is it you find the problem I looked for? Dumb Volf!"
The Wolf beamed with pride, and boasted, shamelessly.
"Use your instincts more, flat-face! You should have scented it when I did! Instead you rely on my help!"
"Ya, ya... Fine, then. I'm hungry, let's eat."
"This time, no blasted BBQ sauce!"
Brother Wolf and Uruz both cleaned up and left the shop for dinner. Later, he'd need to replace the defective ignition cable. He'd let Taleforge handle the billing after they ate.
Calmly, he set about the task before him. The owner of the bike in for repair complained of a shifting idle speed, and sometimes the engine dies off. Taleforge asked the customer to leave it for an hour and told Uruz to check it over. He started with the lambada probe, then moved on to the air filter, both with no luck. Brother was becoming impatient.
"Why are you wasting time with that weaver nonsense!? Get your head together! Danger could be around every un-turned stone! ...Hare-brain!"
Ignoring the insufferable Wolf, he checked the idle speed-regulator... Damn!
"Fox-dung! Where is your pride as a wolf? You couldn't scent danger if it urinated on your calf-skin shoes!"
"Calm, brother volf. You don't even know vhat you are antsy about. Take a chill-pill and let me vork."
Brother Wolf shook the bike in his rage, nearly knocking it over.
"Vatch it, stone-foot, or I'll cage you up."
Sucking in his anger, Uruz resumed his task, starting to check the entire suction system.
"Vhat a pain..."
A low growl fills the shop.
"You're not listening!" barked Brother Wolf.
Of course he wasn't listening. Unlike Brother Wolf, Uruz knew what was upsetting him. But thinking about what had happened wouldn't change anything, now. He already had his plans for how to deal with the threat, and they had to wait. All there was to do right now, was fix this damn bike! He probed around in the suction, cursing when he found nothing wrong.
"You don't even catch your own prey anymore, unless it's a special occasion. You're a worthless human, and you eat worthless human food!" Brother Wolf made a gagging sound in his throat, as Uruz rolled his eyes at the Beast.
"When was the last time we had a bloody steak, without you poisoning it with disgusting honey-flavored weaver-sap?!"
Frustrated, Uruz took at drink of water and wiped sweat from his face. Summer made it hotter than Hell in the shop, and Taleforge running the wood stove didn't make it any better.
"No fissure in the vacuum hose... There's nothing wrong vith this fucking thing!"
"There's something wrong with your head! that's why the others look down on you! You don't see them learning how to read or fix weaver-filth! You're a nobody! A human! A-- ...What is that smell?
Brother gave the air a sniff, as Uruz stood.
"I'll tell you vhat it's not. Your dinner, if I don't figure this out!"
Brother Wolf sat silent for a moment. His fur lay flat, and he began to calm down again. Finally, Uruz was able to hear himself think!
"...What's that sparky thing called?"
He looked again at the bike.
"...The spark plug?"
"No, no, furless! The other sparky thing!" that thing!
Uruz recalled the few "Sparky things" he knew of, and finally, he found a problem.
"How is it you find the problem I looked for? Dumb Volf!"
The Wolf beamed with pride, and boasted, shamelessly.
"Use your instincts more, flat-face! You should have scented it when I did! Instead you rely on my help!"
"Ya, ya... Fine, then. I'm hungry, let's eat."
"This time, no blasted BBQ sauce!"
Brother Wolf and Uruz both cleaned up and left the shop for dinner. Later, he'd need to replace the defective ignition cable. He'd let Taleforge handle the billing after they ate.