Wyvern Posted March 23, 2009 Report Posted March 23, 2009 Last time, on Dawgrim’s Reek… “Blah blah blah his drumstick blah blah.” Goblin Sex Ed got even sexier when Dawgrim and Triska hit viewers with a live demonstration of some of the hottest Gobulard Academy mating rituals around “Blah blah her gravy blah. Blah blah blah.” But with Triska taunting Dawgrim about gym class, and the Jock ready to pound some goblin teeth in, will our hunk of a hero continue to strut his stuff? “Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah seasoning blah blah blah” And now, Dawgrim’s Reek returns… “Blah blah blah spices blah blah blah” … *ahem* Dawgrim’s Reek returns NOW. Really. A flash of static darts across the screen before the cameras tune in to a quiet area of the Pen’s courtyards… possibly a spot behind Gwaihir’s greenhouse, though the wide mud-wrestling arena/pool suggest an invasion of Tzimfemme’s stomping grounds. The mud in question carries no chocolate scent, however, and the crooked “Gym” sign that sticks from it’s surface threatens to sink into its depths at any time. A few feet away from the stretch of mud are a series of tall bushes in ornate pots, which stand adjacent to one of the less exotically painted walls of the Pen Keep. One of the Pen’s many towers looms off in the distance, but the area is decidedly secluded and removed from the more active areas of the Pen’s gardens. All in all, the back of the “Gobulard Academy Gym” grounds is a small step above the setting of the nature film that CheerMynx had nearly starred in. Dawgrim’s Reek Sponsored by Almost Dragonic Brand Chill-ish Pill Diets™ The cameras swerve to the left to move past the obnoxious font of the title that refuses to disappear, focusing in on Dawgrim as he emerges from behind one of the potted plants. The almost dragonic excuse for a goblin is looking dirty this episode in the manliest way possible, with dirt caked over his cheeks and elbows in a clearly manufactured make-up job. The backwards sports jersey that the goblin hunk wears is tattered with a “69” scrawled on the front, the “9” derived from a modified “7.” The sweat shorts that compliment the jersey are disturbingly short, with a large tail gap in the back and plenty of obvious gym socks stuffed in the front to relay the proper look. Sides of socks visibly dangle from the seats of Dawgrim’s shorts as he turns and stares off over the mudwrestling arena, his movement cuing up a tape overdub in the background. eugolaid ym ni elbissop sa yrotisopxe sa eb ot- Dawgrim frowns and raises a brow at the distorted variation of his voice that cues up. He waits several minutes, tapping his tail on the grass as the sound of a rewinding tape is heard in the distance. After the sounds of a few clicks, the overdub begins flowing in the right direction: This is the place, the spot where Triska and I have decided to meet after all the pesky class periods have ended. I can’t wait to brush my hands through her wig of hair, to get muddy with her, to be as expository as possible with my dialogue. Dawgrim nods to himself and wanders forward at his cue, starting to tug off his jersey in the hopes of taking a little dip in the mud. He’s interrupted, however, as the Jock’s ridiculously low voice echoes from behind a tall bush. “Well, well if it isn’t Dawgrim.” The two (or was it three?) troglyodytes playing the Jock wobble out from their hiding place, standing easily three feet taller than Dawgrim with their combination of stilts and piggyback positioning. The troglyodyte at the top of the towering figure playing the Jock’s face strikes a dumb grin as the troglyodyte hidden below him whispers his lines. The center troglyodyte slaps the Jock’s boxing glove fists together as he speaks. “I’m gonna beat you so badly, your comb will be sticking from your-” The Jock’s dialogue is interrupted as one of the troglyodytes trips, snapping a stilt and causing the rest of the actors playing him to collapse into a messy heap of unconscious underlings. Dawgrim frowns and scratches his wig as he watches the fall, then quickly digs out a script from his sweat shorts and reads it over. His frown deepens a bit when he fails to find the part where the Jock falls over in defeat, the sweat slowly beginning to form on his dirty forehead…
CheerMynx Posted March 24, 2009 Report Posted March 24, 2009 Dawgrim was distracted from his reviewing the script by the sound of giggles. Looking up, he brightened noticeable as the all-feline cheer squad trotted past the "gym" to set up for practice on a nearby field. Amidst the spots, dapples, and plain markings of the other girls, Triska's stripes made her stand out as more than just the head cheerleader. "Well, hi Dawgrim," she purred as she passed him, her short outfit swishing alluringly. Throwing the script away, Dawgrim ran a hand through his wig and attempted his most charming grin as the rest of the team ran past him, some of them pointing and giggling. Reaching their training area, the girls all huddled together for a team discussion, tails twitching tauntingly. Triska glanced over at Dawgrim again, before she grinned to herself and whispered something to her team. They giggled again, before splitting and assuming their positions on the field. Triska took front and centre stage, looking rather pleased with herself as she began to clap the beat with her paws. "Ready, okay!" At Triska's cry, the girls began to dance one of their most popular cheer routines in perfect rhythm and timing with each other. The cheer itself, however seemed to have been modified: "Like, Dawgrim, wow you think you're hot And King of the schoolyard But to win our Queen you need to learn To bring everything you've got! You totally want to date her It's like obvious to us But you really need to up your game If you want to make her purr So come on Dawgrim, don't give up The dance is nearly here Let's see your best to beat the rest And earn our Triska's 'yup'!" They finished their routine, Triska and half of the girls standing posed on the other's paws or shoulders. They stayed there for a moment, balanced perfectly, before they broke formation and, giggling en masse, trotted away out of Dawgrim's sight to practice in earnest.
Wyvern Posted March 27, 2009 Author Report Posted March 27, 2009 A visible sweat begins to break out over Dawgrim’s scales as he watches the cheerleaders giggle amongst themselves and perform, the enticing variety of tails and furs clearly giving him something to run laps over in his mind. Dawgrim tugs at the collar of his jersey as the heat continues to rise through the performance, the warmth building over his tail as Triska’s words echo through his head. So dazed is the goblin-like lizard by the performance that it takes him several minutes to realize that the source of heat is in fact coming from a tiny stick fireplace labeled “Gym Heater,” which his tail stinger is currently laying in. The reptilian actor lets out a shrill yelp of pain as he pulls his tail from the fire, blowing on it incessantly and dancing about until he realizes that Triska and her gang of feline firecrackers are no longer anywhere to be seen. The goblin hunk backs up in the hopes of spotting them off in the distance, only to trip over one of the fallen Jock troglyodytes and go tumbling wings-first into the mud pool. He breaths a sigh of relief as the cool mud douses out his tail burns, and stares up at the sky as the chanted words continue echoing through his mind. The overgrown lizard slowly sinks lower and lower into the mud, muttering the words to himself and trying to think up a proper response… --- Next time, on Dawgrim’s Reek… *cue dramatic brief flashes, showing different under-developed side characters in dramatic poses, all adjacent to a rather harried Dawgrim who is juggling different pieces of crumpled scripts in his claws* Gurt sleeping with Lemn! Myrda making out with Gobulard Academy sex ed instructor Ashur! Shara in an exclusive one night stand with Kaurley, while the Jock’s head watches! Cousins, uncles, long-lost relatives! All with Home Hogswill rapidly approaching. But, where does Evil Orcy fit into all of this? *cue camera angle from the back of Evil Orcy, facing Dawgrim. Evil Orcy reaches up and pulls off a mask, leaving Dawgrim with a genuinely confused and un-shocked expression on his snout* Dawgrim’s Reek ep. 5: “Reeking of Twists”
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