Making a Warehouse a Den

[Swift]

Skaald blinks his eyes, coming out of the trance. His expression is pensive, a small smile at the corners of his mouth, but his brow furrowed and his eyes squinted slightly in thought.

Then his nose wrinkles and he sniffs several times. As he does so his nose widens, elongating slightly into the end of an Urhan muzzle. His brows furrow and he looks down at himself. "Paint?" The word comes out as a growl.

He stands suddenly and stretches his shoulders, trying to look behind him and sniffing furiously. With a snarl he stalks around looking for a mirror. He finally settles on trying to see his back in the fender of one of the bikes outside.

"Is that a pony!? Let me guess, this isn't going to come off in the shower, is it? Fuck, Digger, at least be man enough to give it some wings."

He has no way of knowing for sure who did this, but it seems like the sort of thing Digger would do, and there was no way it happened without his approval.

  3 suxx to partial change

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-11-01 22:34:59		Skaald rolls 6 to Stamina + Survival + Primal Urge (10 Again)		3, 7, 4, 7, 9, 10, 8		3 successes

[John Holt]

So sorry, I must've missed this. D'oh!

At this point, Chaplain doubled up, howling with laughter as tears rolled down his face.

"Skaald....you look ridiculous...."

It was too much as the Beta broke down further.

[Dale Hunt]

Dale continued to laugh, getting louder by the second. "Hey, it isn't too late for wings just yet," he said in between laughs, flashing Skaald a devilish grin. "Like I said, that ought to teach you to not pass out with your shoes on!" The Rahu continued to laugh after those words, not being able to contain himself.

[Swift]

Skaald smiles at his alpha's praise and nods. "I'm starving. That was an intense ordeal." He let's his nose shift back into its typical Hishu conformation, then he chuffs out a large sigh. "I'm going to need to shower in paint thinner to get this off." He glances at each member of his pack in turn, a wry scowl on his face. "I'll remember this." The words are resigned and not without a touch of humor. He's a bit annoyed, but this is his pack. This sort of shit happens from time to time.

[John Holt]

Chaplain, still grinning, moved forwards and placed a hand on Skaald's shoulder. "We wouldn't expect anything less, brother. Come on, let's go get a drink to celebrate."

[Dale Hunt]

"Hell yeah! Food and booze sound awesome right now," called out Dale, clearly excited by the idea of filling his belly with some serious grubb. "There's nothing like a good meal and a cold beer to put an end to a day of hard work." The Rahu flashed his packmates a quick grin before turning to Skaald. "Be glad it was a pink pony! It could've been worse...like a big ass dong on your back," he said to the Cahalith, letting out another laugh as he placed a hand on his shoulder. "Aight, joking aside, congratufuckinglations!"