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Post by Feros Ferio on Feb 4, 2013 21:11:04 GMT -5
Since the Azalea Downs doesn't have any spooky trees or scary dark places - so this is as terrifying as it gets for the wolves here! There are fewer flowers, but lots of long grass. A wolf like Tristan could be hiding here....
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Post by Chance on Feb 9, 2013 4:52:32 GMT -5
Take a Chance. . . The rusty brown male still covered in mud plodded to where the Azalea wolves' territory ended. He hoped that Tristan would be here because then he could go back to the stream and get cleaned up sooner. Unlike Chase he was not so fond of the mud and some of it was beginning to dry already. Lifting a paw he wiggled his toes to try and remove some of the mud from between them but it was largely ineffective. With a little sigh he kept moving his eyes scanned the grass as well as he could. Maybe when Chase arrived he could use the larger male as something to lean against to get a better view of the area. He was also wait until Marina arrived to do the shouting and calling out to Tristan. Chance felt a little nervous about calling out while he was mostly alone, especially if there were any aggressive wolves out there that thought he might be part of the pack and wish to harm him. So instead Chance kept weaving through the grass using his nose to pick up any scents that may have been left by a lover dismissed from his love. . . . to search some more |
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Post by Marina on Feb 9, 2013 11:59:24 GMT -5
Marina trotted after Chance, humming a little tune. The mud had grown quite uncomfortable, but after her little incident they were running short on time. As soon as they found Tristan, they could wash. Tristan was going to be terrified when three mud-covered wolves ran up to him and yelled at him.
The slick-brown lass continued up her ambling chatter as they walked. "So you two are brothers? I didn't know that, but then again this is the first time I've seen Chase. You know, even before being covered in mud you looked alike. Now that we're all muddy, we all look the same. Do you have a sister? I bet I look a lot like her now. It's as if we could all be siblings - what fun!" She paused and lowered her voice when she noticed how tall the grass was getting. "I miss my siblings a lot sometimes... I had two, a sister and a brother. I don't know where they are, but I know they're just thriving somewhere. Ainle is probably bringing some elk down by 'imself, and Caroline already has a big family no doubt. She was beautiful, boys, the most perfect little lady I've ever envied."
(Finally) she clamped her mouth shut and slowed her pace, scanning the area intensely. The place was almost as spooky as the last one; Marina desperately hoped that no ghosts would appear. Weren't they messy and tired enough?
Suddenly, her body stiffened and her eyes jumped to a thin scent. It was Issy's, and the one mingled with it must be Tristan's! Before she cried out triumphantly, she gave another sniff and realized the scent was days old.
"Blast!" Kicking the deceptive scent patch to punish it for leading her on, Marina threw her head back in a haughty fashion and stomped back to the Chance and Chase, who didn't appear to be having any more luck than she.
The lass was starting to get annoyed, to be honest. Tristan, the desperate lover boy, should be lurking around and hoping for Issy to come for him. If he had just run off, Marina - well, Marina didn't know what she would do!
"HEY!" she screamed suddenly, undoubtedly startling anyone within earshot. "Tristan! Are you out here? Listen, boy - we have your sweetheart with us and she's afraid you're lost! You had better come back here and take her, you sorry coward! If you break her heart, you better hope that you have the good excuse of a broken leg, because otherwise I'll come over there and break one for ya! Have you seen your poor lady friend? She's emotionally ravaged! If you can hear me, you'd better come here this instant."
... Likely to be the worst way to find the boy, but who cared? He was probably a mile away.
(WOLVES ADDRESSED: Chance, Chase, Tristan)
(Wordcount: 490 of pure talking.)
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Post by Chase on Feb 10, 2013 17:55:26 GMT -5
Chase trotted along after his sibling and the female. He gave a yawn and sat watching them. He tilted his head, as the female spoke. Of course they were brothers! Couldn't she tell? That was when Chase remembered that they were both covered in mud. He grinned. "Yup! We're brothers! We was born in a litter of 6! 2 sisters who are twins, then theres me, Chance, and Chaim we're triplets, and then there is Castiel, who was the odd one out!" Chase giggled. He wondered where the rest of his siblings were and what they were up to.
He watched as she continued to talk. She seemed to talk a lot. And again with the big words that Chase didn't understand. He looked to his brother for help. He gave a small whine and flopped down in the grass. He was bored already and didn't understand this strange female.
[ Addressed: Marina, Chance ]
[ Lame post be lame ]
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Post by Chance on Feb 10, 2013 19:55:14 GMT -5
Take a Chance. . . Chance glanced over at Marina as she continued to chatter. That female sure liked to talk. At least it meant he wasn't required to make conversation, plus he liked finding out about other wolves, gaining knowledge to store for later reference. Trotting along a little further, the male sniffed at the ground again only to find no fresh scents. An annoyed yell from Marina cause him to turn his head to look at her. As he did so he realised that moving through the tall grass left a slight trail behind them, a visible sign that something had passed by. He decided that they could use such a thing to their advantage. Moving close to the others, Chance was startled by Marina's sudden very loud call, flinching back a little in fright. He wasn't sure the male could come out if he even was nearby after that without a lot of courage on his side. His brother's gaze on him, caused Chance to look his way. The male as pleading for help in his gaze as well as looking bored. He wasn't sure what Chase needed help for, maybe it was from the female's no stop talking. Chance grinned a little, giving his brother a gentle nudge on his shoulder. "Hey Chase. Would you stand up for me? I want to lean on your shoulders so I can get a better view of the area. If I can't see anything we can move on again." . . . to look |
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Post by Chase on Feb 10, 2013 21:51:08 GMT -5
[/i][/ul] Chase looked at his brother, he gave a nod and stood up. Preparing to take the weight of his brother. Chase was a bit taller and heavier than his brothers. He, because of this was also that bit stronger. But he knew they were smart and he admired them. He didn't even think of being the one left out with no brains, or the one that was left behind. He wasn't even smart enough to think that way. He stood square, his paws evenly apart and gripped the dirt under his paws, preparing to take the weight. But even though he had to think about each step. He didn't seem to look that way. He looked to his brother and gave a nod. "Come on then" he barked lowly, and shook his fur, and waited. |
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Post by Marina on Feb 11, 2013 0:09:02 GMT -5
Marina eventually stopped yelling, for want of voice power. She was beginning to grow hoarse, as she hadn't had a drink since the hunt but had done quite a bit of running and screaming. Furthermore, she was desperately hungry and even more desperately tired. These things, plus the stress of meeting so many wolves in one day, were beginning to play their toll on Marina's patience.
Of course, she didn't think to blame physical needs for the very sudden attitude crash she experienced, and it had never crossed her mind to take a break that day although she hadn't slept or eaten the night before. Marina was an adult, and owning a stormy mood because one needed a nap was something children did. Nevertheless, as she paused and tilted an ear to listen for Tristan, she found herself snarling and lashing her tail like a cat. She stamped her paw on the ground, wishing she could scream, cry, bite someone's head off, or at least take a bath.
Her listening, or rather sulking, was interrupted by Chase and Chance, who were doing - Marina hadn't been paying any attention to the exchange a moment before, and now she didn't have any clue in the slightest as to what they were trying to accomplish now. She groaned inwardly. How had she gotten stuck with them? They weren't doing anything to help at all!
Catch yourself, dear! was her mental reprimand. It wasn't Chance and Chase's fault she felt so rotten; it was Tristan. Marina decided in her sleepy fervor that it was his fault for everything. Why, if it hadn't been for him Issy would be fine and Marina would be napping in the sun, with her clean fur blowing in the breeze and her stomach full of elk. What was his problem, anyways? The fact that he wasn't looking for her probably proved that he saw Issy only as a toy to play with until he grew tired of her affections. He was probably reveling in his freedom right now! Just like Marina's father who had abandoned her mother, Tristan had probably been too lazy to concern himself with Issy any longer. Males, they were all the same, weren't they?
The frazzled lady - if she could be called that at the moment - forgot Seamus in her generalizations; he had still abandoned her by dying, anyway.
"Men," she muttered, looking at the brothers and their endeavors; her face grew hot; whether it was from embarrassment at having an internal temper tantrum or whatever else, she didn't know. She sat down and moped. When Chance and Chase were ready, they could make the decisions.
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Post by Chance on Feb 11, 2013 6:08:46 GMT -5
Take a Chance. . . Chance gave his brother a grateful grin as he stood. He waited till Chase was ready and once he was, the male hopped up to lean on his brother, paws placed over the others back. It helped him to see over the grass now but Chance had the desire to get higher and hoped his brother wouldn't mind what he was about to do. Using his natural agility the mud coated male sprang onto his brother's back. He smiled, now able to get a very good view of the grassland they were surrounded by. Looking about he could see no other evidence of other creatures having been through it except where the three of them had been. Slightly disappointed at not finding their quarry Chance was ready to hop down when he glanced at Marina. He was startled to see such emotions fly off her face. He almost fell off in fright at some of the looks that came from her eyes. What had gotten her tail in such a knot? Taking a gulp he gently jumped down to stand beside his brother. "There was nothing..." he muttered. "We'd better check the last place and then we can get cleaned off." . . . to look the distance |
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Post by Marina on Feb 11, 2013 23:42:01 GMT -5
Marina saw Chance glance at her with alarm, and her ears flattened. Had she said something out loud? She couldn't remember - what if she had been voicing her thoughts and had offended him? Bad mood aside, hurting the feelings of anyone was very against Marina's nature; she considered apologizing, but she didn't exactly know what she had done, so she remained silent.
"There was nothing..." He said, apparently to himself as he spoke rather quietly. "We'd better check the last place and then we can get cleaned off."
Marina's head shot up, and her eyes brightened. "Oh yes - the burrow, correct? - I'm sorry, I had forgotten about it completely."
Why she was apologizing was unclear, and she didn't dwell on it. Hope was filling up again, giving her a second burst of energy that caused her to climb to her paws, give herself a hefty shake (that failed to dislodge any mud) and heave the sigh that was her habit. There was still a chance that Tristan was around, pining away for his lost love. Still a chance that he hadn't abandoned Issy! A-ha! Marina's mood dissipated as soon as it had charged in, and she turned to Chance and Chase.
"Shall we?"
(mediocre post is mediocre)
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