DISTENTION (Jamie)

[lorelai]

In the nighttime hours, the cliffs overlooking the beaches of Hyrule's great ocean seemed to be nearly empty; however, there were few people who came out here for honeymoons or some form of romantic night out. For Lorelai, this was a most precious opportunity to get some of his best work in. All seemed quiet; things were soft and silent, with but a gentle breeze providing what noise and feeling there was in the air. It was late, and Lore traveled out here later than he normally did, hoping he'd find a couple or two to mess with.Lo and behold, he did. Upon the cliff nearest to the sea, there sat two Hylian people, looking to be slightly older than he, but not by much, sitting together wrapped in each other's arms, watching the waves come and crash against the soft and vacant beachfront lit only by the stars. This scene, had it been viewed from a perspective other than Lore's, whose primary concern involved ruining their night, it might have been better regarded as an isolated scene for lovers, not to be trifled with. Lore, however, had something else in mind. Something more malicious, more appropriate, for such a scene, in his warped mind.

A devious smile crawled across his face, revealing his sharp incisors. His position, behind a bush about 60 feet away from the couple, was perfect for his plan. Getting down on all fours, Lore shifted quietly into his white wolf form, preparing to make this a fun night form him, and hopefully not for his victims.

He was, of course, a man of many tricks; that said, he never intended to harm anyone with his jokes; instead, he planned on being more simple-- scaring them-- to the point that they either ran away in fear or pissed all over themselves. In this case, he truly hoped for both. He didn't want to hurt them anyway; the Wolf Minish only wanted to ruin their night. Out of a playfully malicious mindset, of course. It was how Lore was: a prankster.

Like a white shadow in the moonlight, Lore stepped out quietly from his position from behind the bushes and approached this couple. Luck was on his side; the male of the group leaned in to his partner, searching for a kiss, and she met his lips, and placed a hand around his wrist, and he, a hand on her face. To Lore, it was both sickening and envious; it was something he had never had, but at the same time, it was rather cliche.

If he could laugh as a wolf, he would have done so. Carefully, he advanced, being sure that his footsteps could not be heard, though he was getting dangerously close. Once he was close enough, he noticed that both had their eyes closed, lost in each other's embrace of lips and body. This was a perfect scenario, and therefore Lore made his move.

He growled and moved beside the male, and began to howl to the moon, pretending to ignore the couple. He sat down on his hind legs, his white pelt glowing in the moonlight, and became the center of attention. To him, this was all hilarious. The couple had stopped and had fallen back onto the ground, disoriented and confused, and they were shouting to each other, attempting to get back. Eventually, they clumsily picked themselves up and left.

Lore turned, still in wolf form, and watched them leave. Now he would ordinarily give chase and mess with them a bit longer, but his work had been done, and he wanted to rest. Perhaps, he thought, he might stay the night here on the beach front. Deciding it may in fact be a good idea, Lore looked over the cliff edge.

The way down was far but rocky; rocky to the point that he could, using his acrobatic and agile frame, scale down the rockface and to the beach. And so did, and carefully took his first step down. He used the rocks quickly as footholds, kicking himself off of each one until he had successfully landed on the beach. He remained in his wolf form, and approached the shore. He sat again on his hind legs and watched the waves for a while, wondering if he'd meet anyone else.