You're a Mean One, Mr.Grinch (Open)

[Kailolu]

(Toruuq)
“No matter where you go in the world, there never seems to be a shortage of idiots.”

Toruuq had a sour look on his face that morning. He had been woken by a meddlesome crow that had perched on his antler and was yapping at the moose to wake up because he had a hilarious joke and no one to tell. And so the bird pecked at Toruuq’s ears until he growled awake, and listened angrily as the intruder spewed his joke out between fits of loud cackling laughter. If memory served the joke was something along the lines of, “What’s brown and sticky?” The crow had barked and hooted in breathless laughter, pressing Toruuq for an answer to his humor. Finding no other way of shooing the bird, and longing to finish sleeping, Toruuq snarled out, “A pile of shit.” This only made the winged creature burst out laughing even harder than before; he hopped from tine to tine, gripping the moose’s antler points between his clawed toes as he screeched his glee. The bird, after regaining a bit of composure, yapped out the true answer to his joke. “A stick.” Upon hearing this, Toruuq gave his head a mighty shake, sending the bird tumbling through the air, and eventually off into the sky. Even now, the bull could swear he could still hear the bird’s laughter.

At this time, with the sun just breaking past the horizon, still below the trees, Toruuq was lumbering through the woods slowly, his head swaying heavily back and forth with the weight of his antlers. His eyes were cold and hard, and his back was hunched. He was not in a talking mood today, and his belly gargled and pestered him for food. So he was returning to the meadow he had been at yesterday to fill his belly before he would be on his way. His throat rumbled as he growled lowly, creating a sound that closely resembled that of an elephant’s throaty bellow. His ears flicked back and his head lowered aggressively to a group of three white tail does he saw in the distance. They were wary and began to shuffle about themselves, as if unsure of what to do. The closer to them Toruuq got, the more frightened they became. It was as if they had forgotten how to run, and with the massive beast towering over them, they began to panic. One of the larger does stepped out of the path of the moose as he neared, and the others hobbled after her. Those deer in particular were average size for their species, each standing approximately 3 feet at the shoulder and weighing individually at 100lbs each. But they were nothing compared to Toruuq’s massive 6’ 10”, 1,400lbs body. They moved out of his way, but did not run, and so when he was passing them, the bull lunged at them with a loud roar. “Piss off!”

That was the last he’d seen of them, as they ran as fast as they possibly could. He was cranky, and everyone around him was simply angering him. He slurred quite a few more profanities at the various others he saw on his way, but eventually he reached the flat lands. Toruuq had no problem walking out into the open; he had no reason to be suspicious of the surroundings. If he were of a smaller species, he’d be reluctant to walk out to the middle of the grasslands alone, but he was large, hefty, and well-trained. He did not fear the wolves, or the bears, for he had killed them before with one blow to the head with his heavy hooves. Toruuq feared practically nothing, which aided him in his ability to do and go where he pleased. The moose groaned loudly as he lumbered farther into the flat. He glared around for anyone who may try to strike up a conversation, giving a loud bark to signify his grouchiness this morning before lowering his head and tearing at the roots of the grass. He had to eat nearly 80lbs a day minimum to keep a healthy weight, and so he spent most if not the entire day eating unless he had something better to do. Toruuq tore and tore at the long blades that reached his knees until he had enough to fill his jaws. He then raised his heavy antlers to look about him with a keen eye, chewing loudly and allowing green dyed saliva to drip off his chin in stringy strands. Making sure to stay within a few hundred yards of the tree line, Toruuq swallowed his mouthful before grabbing another, going into a rhythm and soon he felt at peace. The morning sun was just starting to peek over the tips of the trees, and he waited eagerly for the beams to warm his coat. He continued to eat and rubbed his itchy hocks together before letting himself go in his thoughts.

word count; 811
tags; Anyone and Everyone!
notes;I imagine someone like Toruuq would have a Scottish accent…haha.