Friday, January 11, 2013
What's That on the Taltube?
Bull breathed out a sigh of relief before choking in a sob of despair. While grateful the cow in the Taltube video wasn’t his lady love, he was sickened with the knowledge that any moose were being hunted and filmed by someone in this town.
“Bull’s fine, Milly.” Great, the mouse was about to proposition him, again. He’d to have to let her down gently so as not to make her cry like the last time.
“You don’t need to apologize.” For the millionth time…
“Never mind, just… what can I do for you?” Bull grumbled, angry when he watched her eyes fill and her nose quiver. Why did they have to go through this all the time. He wasn’t interested in anyone but his lovely Ronnie.
Veronica J. Elg was his friend, hopefully the carrier of his seed and all around love of his life. Yes, it was true that moose were polygamous animals, which was great for his brothers and sisters, but deep down he was as monogamous as they came. He only wanted Ronnie and to be a father to their young. She, unfortunately, was a little freaked by the notion of him sticking close. Hours after their wicked forest romp, she’d split. He’d searched for her, to no avail, it was like she’d never been there to begin with and it was killing him.
“What? Sorry, what was that again?” Damn, loss of concentration…just an additional problem Ronnie’s disappearance caused him. Last night, a friend had showed him these disturbing videos now showing up on the Taltube of animal hunts here in Talbot’s Peak. Snuff videos to be sure, but how had it escaped the notice of the town’s protectors? He’d scoured the entire site hoping to not find his love, stopping every so often to empty his stomach and jot down names of friends he needed to check up on.
“Do you want to see what I found the other night, south of town?”
“No, Milly, sorry, but I’m just not interested.” Bull rose from his desk, web address and list of names in his hand intending to bring it to Nick’s attention. As a protector, maybe he could get it to stop and perhaps help him find, Ronnie. “Excuse me.”
“…But, Viktor, he’s not taking the bait.”
“Get him here, Millicent, or you can suffer the consequences.”
“The last of the Pashka smells so good and my mouth is watering.”
“You don’t even like cheese you rotten warthog.”
“But you do.”
“Bitch. Come home soon, love…with my rack!”