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Post by Haven on Jan 9, 2023 15:53:48 GMT -8
[googlefont="Pathway Gothic One"] | CLOSER, BABY WHY DON’T YOU PULL ME CLOSE? |
he other rogue’s disquieting stare was all the confirmation that Haven needed to know that he had seen at least enough to draw his own (undoubtedly unfavorable) conclusions about what had just transpired. Even so, her small smile didn’t falter, red gaze unwavering as he glanced over her shoulder and back to the deceased vermin. ”Laid it to rest?” She repeated to herself, voice barely louder than a breath as her ears canted down the slightest angle. She resented that statement, resented the thought that she would ever do anything to benefit one of their thrice-damned ranks. Of course she’d welcome someone to eat it. She’d welcome someone to gouge its eyes from its skull if that’s what they pleased; she’d welcome someone to do just about anything unpleasant to the creatures. The only reason that the petite bitch had closed its eyes was because she couldn’t stand to see the evidence of its non-violent passing any longer.
Rather than give voice to her litany of angry thoughts, she instead said, ”We met all of a few moments ago. Even if I did have an opinion one way or another, would it actually sway you?” She punctuated the question with a curious tilt of her head, eyes assessing. With his large stature and rough tones, he didn’t seem the type to give one whit of care to the whims of wolves around him. Appearances, though, could be deceiving. And he had, after all, chosen to engage with her when he could have simply walked on. He was a walking contradiction, she mused to herself with some fascination. The spark of that ever-familiar intrigue was enough to quell the seething she’d been struggling to suppress. She had a feeling that no one alive knew the wolf in front of her, not really. Haven, a walking contradiction herself, felt something of a kindred spirit in him. And oh, he seemed so reluctant to continue interacting with her; it was such a shame that she’d decided in the span of a few moments that he was interesting.
”Seems you weren’t looking for a meal, anyways.” Haven said with a dismissive flick of her tail. ”So it’s a moot point.” The sooty she-wolf had never considered her size of any particular note, but the comparison was still jarring as she craned her head up to meet his eyes. ”But if you’re not too busy, I could go for some prey myself. Care to help me fish?” The gleam of her teeth as her smile evolved into a little grin seemed predatory; not because she was about to hunt, but because the fact that he was still here indulging her told her all she needed to know about his priorities. Namely, that he had none at the moment.
To be fair, though, she was famished.
Stepping over to a large divot in the stone, she peered into the depths of the water left by the earlier tide. Within, fish darted obliviously to and fro, unaware of the two wolves that stalked them. Haven crouched low at the water's edge, a small sigh leaving her as she realized most fish were out of her reach. One silver gleam swam lazily closer, and the wolf quickly darted forward, teeth latching into the thin flesh near the base of its tail.
She’d failed to note the size of the thing in her haste, though, and released a muffled gasp as the fish thrashed against her hold with more strength than she’d anticipated. She quickly released the fish as she was dragged forward, but already her forepaws fought for purchase against the slippery stone. Her ears flattened to her head as she prepared to fall in, not looking forward to being drenched in this weather.
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Post by Linnet on Jan 13, 2023 12:51:00 GMT -8
I suppose I might, Ares tells her, you haven’t kicked me out yet. The idea of Linnet having the bravery or resolve to chase off a wolf much bigger than herself is so laughable that she nearly does but, unwilling to reveal her cards, she restrains herself. He continues, It’s really pretty here, don’t you think?“… Yes.” Linnet acquiesces, somewhat reluctantly. For the first time, she takes her concentrated gaze away from the strange wolf and out to the sea. How does it go? She wonders. Is there an end to it? Ares asks for her name. She does no answer for some seconds. Linnet has seen cliffs fall before, on beaches not unlike this. She’s seen how the new beach forms on top of the rubble. The sea is ever-growing, destined (or doomed) to one day overtake their land. It will swallow the world whole one newly-formed beach at a time. “Linnet.” She answers, with more confidence, turning to look at Ares. He’s distracted, focusing on something. It’s then that Linnet noticed how close the tide has come in—her ears flick in alarm. In seconds, Linnet finds the sea blanketed with glowing white specks, as if the sea had taken the very stars from the sky. They appear in moments and leave her unsettled, taking a step back from the shoreline to assess the danger. Ares stays put, letting the waves wash over his paws. Linnet, against her nature, does not leave. It is pretty, Linnet will admit. The unfamiliar dots make the sea glow blue, giving everything it touches a slight illumination. Ares is in chest-deep now, further than she’d want to go in open-water like that. It makes her nervous, but he just wags his tail, looking excitedly at the things. For a bit, Linnet stands at a distance and watches. The breeze picks up and the tide comes further in. A suspiciously rain-looking cloud forms overhead, still visible in the dawning light, and Linnet turns away. She does not go far, does not outright leave Ares behind—like she knows she should. Something compels her to stay. Ares does not stay in the water much longer. The climate grows colder and she thinks he might get sick if he doesn’t get himself dry soon. She watches him shake out his fur and approach her spot. Linnet keeps herself still, persuading herself not to panic as he sits—a respectable distance away from her, mind. Linnet, unable to sleep in company of another, observes Ares quietly. Even having shaken the water out of his fur, she can see him shake as the breeze creeps in. Slowly, Linnet stands, and takes a few steps closer to the stranger. She sits back down, still keeping a wary eye out, and starts helping lick away the water from his fur. “I have been alone for a while.” Linnet tells him, matter-of-factory, hoping it’ll explain her behaviours somewhat. She tells the truth. It is strange to her, after so long, to sit here grooming this stranger—when was the last time she did something so gentle? Not since her brother. Ares
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Mck. Valley
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Post by Ares on Jan 15, 2023 15:13:07 GMT -8
Options of this interaction - All of the below - 1 - 5 Freeze - 6 - 10 Confused but rolling with it - 11 - 15 Panik - 16 - 20 ‘Linnet…pretty. Like the bird.’ Ares' thoughts decided that they were going to ramble about the she-wolf apparently. It wasn’t something he was opposed to though, she was pretty, and nice. ‘Well sort of, she’s a bit on edge. Aren’t we all…’ The wind had continued to blow around rudely, not helping his body warm up in the slightest bit. He shivered, though the cold wasn’t too horrible to bear at the moment, if he didn’t get dry, pretty soon he would be shaking uncontrollably. As he started licking out the water from his chest, he noticed Linnet approach him slowly. It was torture for them both, this little change. The movement. She came close, but so far as he could tell, she wasn’t exactly a social butterfly by any means, and he certainly had no idea what to do. Though this did seem to be progress for her and him alike, it was still a bit unfamiliar. To him what was even more surprising was when Linnet started helping him get the water out of his fur. He froze for a moment, muscles tightening as well to the feeling of the she-wolf’s breath so close to him. ‘What do I dooooo?’ he thought, mind and heart racing. If one was inside of his body, they would realize that it felt as though his brain and his heart were competing to see which would accelerate the fastest. A few more comments were necessary for Ares to recover from his mixed state of shock and confusion. His muscles relaxed as did his heartbeat. His mind took the hint and slowed his thoughts back to an eligible state. Continuing to lick himself free of the water that was making him cold. Linnet had said something about being alone for a while. He couldn’t understand the extended part of being alone, though he did figure it was about the same as what he’d dealt with in his past. He assumed it was about as dreadful as his old pack’s ignorance of his existence until they needed something of him. Except for being a rogue, there was nobody to ignore your existence. You were just alone. With a small nod that symbolized that he understood at least a little bit. It didn’t take too long for his fur to dry between the winds and the extra help. The wind was only getting more violent and ruthless, blowing both the wolves’ fur every which direction. His coat was thick, so once it was dry enough, the shivering stopped and his fur bushed up. To the smaller she-wolf that accompanied him, he probably looked to be of two options. Big, burly and scary, or big, fluffy and harmless. There was no middle ground. As the night crept on and his boredom started to get the best of him, he went into the den-like hole that the winds had uncovered from the middle of two rocks. Looking back to Linnet, he didn’t say anything. Though it was apparent in his eyes that she should find a more sheltered place, whether she decided to den with him or not was her call. Linnet
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Post by Spirit on Feb 5, 2023 22:08:18 GMT -8
The bellowing crash of water against stone was calling to Spirit, a magnetic feeling inside his stomach that met his body from deep within the caves. Before the sound reached his ears it was the smell, and before that it was the invitation generated by the small but certain winds persevering through the narrow cracks of the cavern ceiling. All the while he was subtly determined to beat Arden at his game but losing it. Each year his memory faded, his bond to this land slipping in defiance to his steadfast will to chain himself up to it, to his sister. It wasn't his choice to forget that north was east and water was thicker than... It wasn't his choice. The crimson sealed envelope of sunlight marking the exit of the cave belted the memories in his stomach tight. It was supposed to be a safe feeling, but it wasn't his choice. Coming out of the system he lapped up the abnormally cold air that frizzed up his coat in a swift bend of wind. The tiny muscles around his nose reared in defense almost to a sneeze, a weapon so cutting it forced him into the worst kind of consciousness. Bitter, scared, cold. Like the angry child who doesn't yet know how to close their hands round enough to hold onto something. He let go of the blind desperateness to pay respect to a ghost and so he found himself standing at the mouth of the cave, in a seaside winter scene, chills and cramps and all, not ready to move. He quickly remembered he wasn't alone as the bodies piled behind him, these rogues more ready to finish their journeys. Among them was Chey, to whom who he regretted saying so much nonsense about tribute and honor. It was clear in this moment that was not why he was here, nor all those years past. He controlled his expression with a full breath, the air he took in not quite filling up his insides as much as they did the stiff follicles of his coat. It left his maw with a drawn out sigh and a repelled rumble in his throat. "Thank you. You didn't need to do this. Where will you go now?" Spirit set his voice down attentively on Arden's ever-scrutinizing visage. Arden Chey Holly Shale Harley
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Post by Harley on Feb 6, 2023 15:19:25 GMT -8
Thunder. That's what it sounded like. Horrid, earth-shattering thunder echoed through the caves. She had never seen the ocean herself, only heard stories. Not once had anyone mentioned the sheer size of the sound. For once, Harley's mouth was glued shut. Not only was she focused on trying not to slip on the rocky surfaces, but her voice wouldn't be heard anyways. She stayed up front, close enough to bug Arden with proximity if that was one of the cave-dweller's issues. The second darker wolf that had joined them as they entered managed to manoeuvre around them on their way. She didn't mind. After all, he had mentioned that he may know a way as well. The sting of cold, salty air hit her face as the cave's opening widened. Her face screwed up, like a pup after eating bitter herbs. The mountains had managed to be much more temperate in the changing seasons than the coast. She let out a small cough as the large frame of Spirit stood in the entryway. Though she was tiny, there wasn't much she could do to scrape herself on rocks or crawl through his legs. "Thank you. You didn't need to do this. Where will you go now?" the giant directed his question to Arden. Harley pushed past the pair, shaking out her coat to get rid of the dirt stuck on her from their travels, and to puff it up as cold protection. The sandy shore was open and inviting, despite the biting breeze. Harley trotted away briefly from the group, sinking her paws into the unique mixture. She shovelled a few small pawfuls behind her, digging into the mixture to see how deep it really went. It was clear after about half a minute of digging that there was no way that she would ever reach the end of it, but at least it was a fun experiment. Bounding back to the group, the now quite sandy puffball waited for a gap in whatever conversation Spirit and Arden were having before piping up, "Well, I sure wouldn't mind if y'all stayed with our lil' party. Sure as heck aren't gonna stop ya if ya decide headin' on yer own way is best." Her attention turned away from the large males and onto the first, younger she-wolf that was talking with Arden when they first met. She pushed her shoulder against Holly's, urging her towards the beach while yapping, "Have ya ever seen somethin' so big before? I sure as heck ain't. This much water's bound to have a few critters for eatin', doncha think?" Harley had no plans of leaving their little group, so she wanted to see the skills around her. Had the tiny she-wolf ever hunted for fish before? Maybe one as a pup. Not in this big of a puddle for sure. Land prey was much more to her liking. She did want to gauge Holly's reaction to the whole scenario. Harley was clearly impressed with the whole landscape. Spirit Chey Arden Holly Shale
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Post by Holly on Feb 10, 2023 14:51:00 GMT -8
For Holly, the sights, sounds, and smells of the ocean just felt right. There was something awe-inspiring about gazing out across the largest mass of water she’d ever seen, listening to nature itself as the water roared and rolled. Soft sand under her paws, wind in her fur, the smell of salty water in her nostrils. Everything seemed to be okay here, like nothing could ever go wrong in such a place.
The young she-wolf smiled at Harley’s enthusiasm. “You look like some kind of sand-monster,” she joked playfully. “I don’t know really how to hunt here, though I’m just as hungry as you are. I guess there’s no harm in trying, hm?” Holly padded towards the water, nose to the ground. There were definitely some edible critters here, she just didn’t know how to get them. She stalked out into the water and soon found herself in over the tops of her paws. Suddenly, the ocean swept in her direction, the water rising well up her ankles and salt spraying her in the face. “Rude,” she muttered with a grimace as she backed up out of harm’s way.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2023 18:47:47 GMT -8
Jade green eyes scanned the surrounding area. Koa had finally arrived at the coast. The coast that led to the island in all of her parent’s stories. She was here, at last. Having seen no other wolves around her, from where she had entered the sandy beach-like terrain before the water splashed up and blasted her with its saltiness. The wind was somewhat brutal, but it wasn’t something that the large wolf wasn’t already accustomed to for her long journey to get to this point. It was night now, so all Koa could do was wait. After all, she wasn’t going to signal that she had arrived in the middle of the night when other wolves were sleeping, that would be quite irritating if that was her there on the island. At least, that was where she was hopeful that she could get across. She was much too excited to sleep right now, so Koa just laid down and waited for morning, watching the waves crash against the dark sand that blended into the black sky. Soon enough, with the gentle lulling of the sound of the waves, Koa manages to fall asleep. When she woke though, she would be as happy as ever, sending out a howl to the pack wolves she hoped resided across the large body of water. Whether they answered her call then was to be determined, but a wolf could only hope so much. Ceviche Indra Cordelia Angel Deyanira
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Post by Rein on Feb 18, 2023 9:39:02 GMT -8
Slow, deep breaths. Inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth. Dull grey eyes were hidden behind closed lids as the small female sat on her haunches, repeating the process. Water tickled her pads as it snuck up the shore, only to be pulled back out to the sea. Rein tried to time her breathing to this movement, however the water was unpredictable and matching its pull left Rein more than a little light headed.
Frustrated, her soggy tail slapped against the damp sand and her eyes opened into narrow slits. She had come out in the early morning to meditate, to try and establish some sort of ethereal connection to the lands around her, but it was to no avail. Rein had been struggling with this recently. Whether it was because she had been alone too long or had lost hope in finding a place she would matter, wasn't readily apparent. It could have been a mixture in fact, but Rein wasn't one to contemplate her own shortcomings. Rather, she avoided them by trying to stay busy.
Pushing off from the water as it once again desperately clawed its way up to dry sand, the fae started walking horizontally to the water. She was headed nowhere in particular. Just need to keep moving, Rein thought to herself. She had rested long enough. Now was the time to see what the day had in store.
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Post by Harley on Feb 20, 2023 18:53:49 GMT -8
“You look like some kind of sand-monster,” the yearling's jest earned her a playful rumble from the tiny she-wolf as she hunched into a fake hunting position. Harley gave a hearty shake of her pelt, trying to get as much of the slightly damp sand off of her. She figured that the salty air would make it stick like glue if she didn't get most of it gone soon. “I don’t know really how to hunt here, though I’m just as hungry as you are. I guess there’s no harm in trying, hm?” Holly's initiative was a good sign to the spitfire. She didn't follow the younger wolf into the waves, instead choosing to try and nibble the last few chunks of sand out of tufts of fur while Holly gave water hunting a shot. Light pink eyes turned to an approaching figure, seemingly lost in her own world. Harley was one to make new friends, and figured that this she-wolf could make an excellent addition to their little band. Arden and Spirit were still conversing away from the adventuring females, so another face to get to know would be welcome while decisions were being made about what to do or where to go. "Howdy, stranger! Care ta join us? We've only just arrived to this here coastline an' new faces are always welcome ta me!" she barked over to the rusty stranger. She hoped this new wolf was less prickly than big black cactus Arden, but time would only tell. @thegroup Rein Holly
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Post by Rein on Feb 20, 2023 21:24:08 GMT -8
Rein continued to move forward, although she would be lying if she was aware of her surroundings. Unlike her normal self, she was caught up in her thoughts. Thoughts that mainly contained themes of doubt. Her brows were furrowed, eyes narrowed as she walked forward without really seeing. The only thing she was aware of was the water as it just barely hit the edge of her paws closest to the water. The damp sand would be a bitch to dig out of her pads later, but for the moment she didn't mind. It was the only thing keeping her grounded. Or at least it was, until a southern drawl called out to her. "Howdy, stranger! Care ta join us? We've only just arrived to this here coastline an' new faces are always welcome ta me!"Her paws drifted to a stop and her opened to a more relaxed position as they came to rest upon the source. To her surprise there was not just one wolf. There was at least two that she could see near the water. Both wolves were larger than Rein, if only barely. One especially was fluffy, like really really fluffy. In fact, it was the fluffy one that had called out to her. The other wolf, another female, stood further in the water and appeared to be scowling down at it. Her grey eyes glanced back and forth between the two faes once or twice before making her way towards the duo. She was cautious. As stated before, it had been a moment since she had seen another set of wolves. "Hi..." She cleared her throat as she got closer, trying to mentally shake away the awkwardness she felt in her bones. She glanced at the lighter of the two, who was currently backing out of the water. "I don't mean to be a bother, I was just passing through." Rein made sure to stop at least two body lengths away, still unsure about the unknown wolves. The first gal had sounded friendly enough, but Rein had learned the hard way in the past that looks could be deceiving. "What are y'all up to?"Words: 360 Tags: Harley , Holly , @thegroup
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Post by Arden on Feb 21, 2023 10:13:34 GMT -8
Somewhere in the black-molten comfort of this dank enclosure a melodious wind persuaded Arden's senses into quiet recognition. Becoming aware of how integrated his body was with the musky and faded aliveness drew out presence like a venom, breaching slowly the more his life form neared an exit. Although the sensory traces of the coast had been churning in the depths of his consciousness since he first made his home in the caverns, the aggressive winds that brought them to the forefront were characteristically foreign, a stark and emotional return to the world. Suddenly the texture of the ground became unstable, the light in front of him like an endless window to fall into. His stomach turned as if his guts were suspended just below his lungs, the air full and tight with a gummy resistance against his natural inclination to gasp deeply. But his breath sustained itself, barely spinning out in slow, circular motion as he held onto the gone-away flavor of that stale cave, because underneath it all he knew he wouldn't be going back. "Thank you. You didn't need to do this. Where will you go now?" His co-navigator's sticky tone burst into Arden's fortifying cone of reality. It amounted to the unexplainable instance that he didn't have to, but he did, and now he felt morbidly in tune with this group of travelers, even Harley, who chimed in shortly after. "Well, I sure wouldn't mind if y'all stayed with our lil' party. Sure as heck aren't gonna stop ya if ya decide headin' on yer own way is best." "Don't know where I'm off to. Somewhere with more meat than bones, preferably," he croaked in bitter memory of his uniquely modified cave-dweller appetite. As the wind pushed against his skeleton he understood how much his body had changed in the last year, but the dark, still and heavy air of the caverns had concealed his form. He didn't feel so big out here in the open, illuminated by the all-seeing light of day, an indiscriminate ray that revealed the wolves here for what they were. And in that view he could see Spirit's visage more clearly, the length of his eyes clear as the sky's blue glow. "What's with the sullen look?" Arden asked with an unintentionally ironic tone that called out the inconvenience of Spirit's lowly expression, but he was driven by the unspoken truth that the misery of others validated his own. It was an easier conversation than trying to scratch around the surface of Harley's introduction to a grey-eyed stranger. Another one... Arden would rather sniff around the wolves he'd accustomed himself to before starting hey y'all's with a new one. Spirit Harley Rein Holly Shale Chey
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2023 11:49:32 GMT -8
“Ar Aird!! Ar Aird!! Stand fast, eyes of the East, the wastelands draweth nigh.” Vocals laced with blatant optimism were heard, echoing off the dunes of the shoreline. She’d finally reached coast her father had spun tales about in the night. It’d been many, many long years since Saskia had seen her family, but they’d be far from forgotten. Her tall frame moved along the dunes until they gave way for an abundant shore. The crisp, salty air of the sea reached her snout and bursted a breath of fresh air into her lungs. It stung! She hummed lowly and turned her crown to look either way. Would she notice any wolves?
Moving down the sandy beach, her head would be low to the ground out of caution. She knew not to barge into someone’s home looking like an arse! That, and she was well-seasoned as she came up on her 7th year of life. Coooouh! If mumma and puppa could see her now, they’d surely have a thing or two to say to her. The stone-pelted fae moved forward, to the East, as she searched for any signs of life. Her tail would sway gently behind her as her careful gaze swept the landscape - well, waterscape…
- Saskia, of the Mean Oíche.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2023 15:54:37 GMT -8
The slight winds brushed through Koa's fur, rustling it in all ways, sticking up in a buch of different spikes. Waking slowly, the she-wolf came to her senses. The air smelled a bit different than it had when she went to sleep. Maybe it was the change in tide. Inhaling a bit more of the fresh sea side breeze, Koa noticed that the change was another wolf. Blearily looking in the general direction that the wind was blowing the scent of the wolf, the large black masked female spotted a path of footprints.
Having decided to follow the footprints, which were quiet a bit smaller than hers, Koa trotted along the coastline. Looking ahead of where the footprints seemed to lead, spotting a silhouette in the distance. Keeping her body in a lower, but not stalking, position she approached the other wolf. That was the precaution she had to take most times when meeting other wolves, they were almost always frightened by her size.
Speaking in a soft tone, doing her absolute best to cover all her bases, "You look a little lost. I mean, I'm pretty new around this area but I bet I could try and help ya." Koa made sure that nothing about her stance would scare the stranger wolf any further than was expected by her height. She even added a slowly wagging tail in the mix. 'Getting good at this stuff.'
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Post by Chey on Mar 6, 2023 8:30:35 GMT -8
Chey's unimposing stature wriggled through the more impressive frames of Spirit and Arden. For a minute they seemed content standing at the gaping mouth of the exit though their sizes gave the illusion of a much more condensed space. Neither of them looked prepared to leave the stink of the cavern, but Chey, on the other hand, was beginning to question why she followed Spirit on this journey at all. He had a composed wisdom to him, a voice knowing but inviting, and story underneath him Chey was destined to uncover. She read her companions from the outside in like a book that never stops diving off shore. I like that. Chey thought positively as her pawpads finally met the sand for the first time, a rasp in their air more welcome than the squeezing vacuum of that musky tunnel. She naturally waited near Spirit, excited to see about the next steps of his journey, but to probably everyone's surprise, he was caught up in an unusually profound conversation with Arden himself. It took everything not to listen in on their conversation, to take his private words and add them to her growing dictionary that was Spirit's life, but there'd be consequences standing around in the clear. And there were more things to discover, anyways. "I was just passing through," she absorbed from a gorgeous, golden body drawing near the group of cave wolves. Equally inspiring was her voice, painted with some of the same colors as Harley's. That word, "y'all." Chey was wondering how cut off from the world she was, a little ashamed of her lacking experience. What are y'all up to? Chey thought to herself. She was here with Spirit, who didn't seem all that present anymore. The rest was a mystery. "I guess we are exploring," Chey responded with a question in her tone. Unless anybody was harboring any secrets, nobody was here with a map or an itinerary. Her feet drew closer to the newcomer, but her ears searched for that curious male who was tagging along earlier. Shale was his name, Chey remembered. "Hey!" Her voice rang as soon as she spotted him. Trotting over to him with a wag of her tail, her tongue lolled out in excitement. "Let's race, you and me," she began, pads stopping right where the sand felt wet and cold. The water came in and just missed her feet. "From here to that rock standing up out of the water down there. Ready?"Spirit Arden Harley Shale Holly Rein
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Post by Shale on Mar 9, 2023 17:25:48 GMT -8
For all that the caves had seemed like a land of their own, a place apart from everything else where the world outside the rocky darkness no longer mattered, things since their little group had reached the other side had been happening fairly quickly. First Spirit and Arden had lost themselves in conversation, and then Harley- with her usual irrepressibility- had immediately welcomed yet another stranger into what was quickly becoming a larger group than any Shale had ever been a part of. Not to mention a larger group than he ever would have been comfortable being a part of, at least a few days ago. Ordinarily the rapid-fire happenings, the new faces, the need to decide what was going to happen now, would have had him keyed up almost to the point of, if not making a hasty exit, at least jumping at every little sound like a deer when a twig snapped. But surprisingly enough, whether it was because he’d just done one of the most nerve-wracking things he’d ever done and come out without a scratch, or simply because the tranquility of the beach was having some strange effect on him, he found that his over-anxious mind had settled itself a little. He didn’t feel…calm, exactly, but he was happy they were here, that they’d made it and, for the moment anyhow, he wasn’t worrying about what came next. It helped that, as the others went, Chey was far from the most intimidating of the bunch. She seemed to be feeling the same optimism he was, if her wagging tail was anything to judge by. He, on the other hand, felt just a bit of his usual nervousness as he squinted out at the rock she’d pointed out. The water certainly looked cold. And dark. And possibly deep, and of course there was no way to know what might be living in it… But then again, the caves had made him nervous too, and he’d managed those all right, hadn’t he? He swallowed hard. ”Ready as I’ll ever be,” he told her. And then, before he could talk himself out of it, he took off down the beach. Chey
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