ORIGIN

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Kerberos had a vague feeling that he wasn't really welcome here in Canis. He didn't like this feeling one bit, and did his best not to think about it. After all, Giggle had said he could come back whenever he want and have tasty bones-- though apparently that was somehow wrong. There were tasty huge chickens he couldn't eat and it frustrated him to no end.

The hyena had told him about the rats and so, for now, he stuck to the walls of Canis and hunted rats. He was still pretty bad at hunting, but there was no river for the lizards rats to fall into, so it wasn't the end of the world if he failed. Anyway, that was what he was up to just then: hunting the rodents along the west wall. His snake tail was still, coiled behind him in a loose, twisted ribbon, his butt high and his chest pressed to the earth while he watched the rats pick at bits of bones.

His claws scrapped the earth as he did his best to stay quiet. He inched closer, growing still when one rat so much as twitched. He bared his three sets of teeth and lunged, hoping to kill a rat as he sent them all scattering away. Yet his paws hit nothing, his ears filled with the horrible noise of squealing as the rodents fled from his massive form. Cave rats might not be the smartest things, but they knew when a giant dog was trying to devour them and they certainly liked living.

Unfortunately, that left Kerberos feeling quite sad. He sat down, raised his muzzles and began to whine and bay, wordless toddler tantruming from a big huge baby puppy.

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Kerberos whines and whimpered until he was worn out and tired. He flopped down on his belly and huffed, wishing that a rat would simply fall into his paws-- but by now they had all been scared away. His tail twitched and then curled around his flank, his chest rising and falling with his heavy, uneven breathing, gasping for the breath he had lost from his big baby fit.

His middle head flopped down on his forepaws, settling down as if to take a nap, but the vicious red eyes that belonged to the crimson nosed face caught a flash of brown fur. At first, he thought it was a rat, and woofed softly to the other heads, "Hey, food, hey--" but the middle head didn't stir. He was tired of hunting. The floppy eared, orange nosed head turned to look, however, eyes bright and curious.

".. Oy, that's not a rat," he woofed, tail lashing. He stood up, much to the grumbling of middle head. "HEY! You speak?!" He snapped at the small doggish animal standing not too far off.

His middle head slowly raised to look at Bones, looking relatively bothered by the whole affair. "I'm Kerberos."

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The middle head groaned when the pup replied. "See, not food," the floppy eared one woofed plainly, sounding disappointed. The clipped ear, scarlet nosed face just pulled back his teeth and snorted.

"Yes, hungry!" He barked, sounding furious. He was definitely more mad at himself than at Bones, of course, who was just a poor pup who was hanging around. "The rats all ran away and the bones are all dry." He was absolutely disappointed not only at his own skills but at how difficult it all was.

"I would eat you but you talk," the dog explained calmly, licking at his middle, sulky head. The middle set of eyes stared stubbornly at his own paws, huffing in complaint. "And so I can only listen, talk, and learn."

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Kerberos, for once, listened to the smaller pup that he could probably eat very easily. After all, the pup was offering to bring him food and since he couldn't catch any himself, well. The fluffy white hound plopped down and settled his heads on his paws, tail curling around his pristine (if not a bit dusty) frame.

Hunger grumbled in his belly, but slowly but surely he indeed did fall asleep. Snores came from the large muzzles of the young puppy, rolling on to his side, paws twitching as-- in his dreams-- he chased strange wild dog puppies chasing rats. The cavern known as Canis didn't seem to mind having the dog around, the bones simply glad not to be disturbed by his slobber for a bit longer.

@Bones :: short tag so we can get this thread going/finished up maybe sometime soon eheh;;;;

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They say let sleeping dogs lie, but if you bring them meat-- well, that's a whole different story! The cerberos monster snored away until the small bark made one of his six ears twitch, and with a sleepy yawn the crimson nosed head blinked away, snapping his jaws. "Mrph?" He grunted, his pale pink eyes focusing on the dead scrap of meat ahead of him. The other heads began to wake as his gaze shifted to Bones, sleepily batting his eyes.

"You brought me food?" He asked, as if he had forgotten the pup had run off to do so. Orange-nosed face gave a sharp bark and suddenly the great white puppy lunged up to his paws and then plopped down on the dead rat, teeth snapping to tear it happily to shreds before Bones. He gobbled almost all of it down immediately-- it was a small snack for three hungry mouths-- all except for the middle head, who had swallowed a few bites and then kept a leg bone tight in his jaws.

Once the other two heads had picked the thing clean, swallowing a few bones and crushing the rest into gooey gore, the pup rose and tromped over to the puppy, stopping before he got too close.

"Wha?" He mumbled at himself, as the middle head tossed-- crimson nose trying to snap the prize away but failing-- to Bones. It was just a hind leg with a smidge of meat still clinging to the bone, but it was something.

The dog seemed quite proud of himself at this, sitting down and wagging his tail. "Eat!" The middle head woofed a gentle encouragement to the other gembound. Clipped ears laid back, huffing, the red nose seemed unwilling to share even if the other two thirds of him were quite happy to do so.

@Bones