|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 9:56 pm
 It was a lovely day out.
Sindre was still young, but it wasn't out of character of him to think such things. Indeed, he was the sort of wolf who often stopped to smell the roses -- literally. He would pause to reflect on the beauty of a sunset, or on the sound of wind in leaves.
Not that he was entirely soft or sentimental. He just knew how to appreciate things around him. It was a philosophy he adhered to privately: be still, and know. So far as he was concerned, all you had to do in order to figure out the answer to any problem was to sit quietly and it would come to you. Maybe with the help of a little prayer to the Goddess, whom he had believed in since a pup despite the dissolution of his pack.
Still, despite all the loveliness, he couldn't help but feel a bit bored. He'd taken to wandering as a pup, and though he always found his way back to his family, he made wider and wider circles as he grew older and found himself spending more and more time away each time. What he was searching for on these journeys not even he knew.
Well, he decided, right now he'd settle for a fresh drink. He could decide then where he wanted to go. Maybe he'd invite his brother to tag along this time...
With that in mind, the large-bodied wolf made his way to the riverbank.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 11:54 am
 Cloelia was just another part of the scenery...well, that was the idea anyway. The silvery femme stood stock still, chest deep in flowing water. Her paws were firmly planted among the stones of the riverbed and her eyes were fixated intently on the water in front of her.
She had an insane craving for fish lately, though she wasn't sure what told her it was fish that she really wanted. Since she had woken up with a pounding headache all those months ago she had never once eaten a fish, but something back in those hazy memories from before told her she'd like the scaly creatures. She had seen bears hauling mouthfuls of fish back from the riverbanks before, though she had never caught one in the act of fishing. It couldn't be that hard, right? What could a big old bear do that she couldn't?
So there she stood, tail lifted high and on alert as she watched the small scaly shadows swim around her, one occasionally slipping by between her paws. Suddenly she spotted a rather large fish right under her nose and she quickly dived for it, dunking her face fully under the water and snapping at it, only for her to resurface moments later..sputtering and coughing up a mouthful of water. Damn! she thought, blinking water out of her eyes as she assumed her fishing posture once again, the bears make it look so easy..
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 11:36 am
An odd sight confronted his senses: a grey-and-white female in the middle of the river, coughing and sputtering.
Immediately alarmed, he broke into a run. "Madam!" He called (though surely she couldn't have been that much older than himself) "Are you alright?"
He skidded to a halt just a few steps before launching himself into the water. She was in the shallows, and she was standing on all four paws -- two things which made this rather less of an emergency than he had first thought. His brow furrowed. "...What are you doing?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 7:17 pm
Cloelia snapped at another fish as it slipped past her leg, biting down again into water as she first noticed the worried shouts from the riverbank. Her ears twitched in the other wolf's direction as she shook the water from her face, eventually leveling a glance at the young male.
"Duh...fishing!" she called out, puffing herself up a bit, almost proudly, "...what did it look like I was doing?" Her tail gave a friendly wag as she cocked her head to the side, intently watching the other wolf.
And then there was a curious sensation...oh yes, a very curious sensation indeed.
Her paws were....tingling? No, not quite..they hadn't fallen asleep. This was different..
Suddenly there was a short flash of pain in her left paw, and the wolfess twitched to looked down just in time to see a guilty turtle clamped down on her toe, looking up at her with those beady, evil little eyes.
"What the fu-...Oh my god it's trying to EAT me!!"
The next thing she knew she was flailing through the water trying to shake off the determined creature, cursing the day it was ever born as she did so.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 1:16 am
...Fishing? He tilted his head, trying to contemplate that. He'd never seen a wolf fish like a bear, before. "It doesn't look very safe," he said, looking her over. And, as though to prove him right, a moment later she began flailing about as though possessed.
What was happening? Was she dying?
He couldn't tell if she had been hyperbolic when she said she was being eaten. Who knew what was in there? Seamonster? Well...rivermonster?
Very possible.
Making a split-second decision, the large-bodied wolf dove into the water, splashing heavily forward as he ducked his head under the surface to find her attacker.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
