That monkey on your back
The midday sun reflected off the glittery sand with blinding intensity. With that light came an unbearable, energy-zapping heat that beat down on the travelers without mercy. Odysseus, for the sake of his dignity, trudged on without complaint. Olafur, however, cared little for dignity and, not content to be alone in his suffering, was more than happy to make his displeasure known. The macaque draped himself across his friend's back. He let himself lay completely limp; his arms and legs flopping around with each step Odysseus took. If not for the occasional long suffering sigh he could have been mistaken for dead. Finally, after several minutes of putting up with the flopping and sighing, Odysseus caved and humored his companion. "Problems, Olafur?" The macaque sighed, then, "It's very hot. I think I have a sunburn." The giant harrumphed, then grumbled, "Think it'll kill you?" "I sure hope so," Olafur responded despondently. Odysseus groused back, "Me too." The monkey, satisfied that his friend was indeed just as miserable as he, fell quiet and the pair continued to trudge on in amicable, if somewhat sour, silence. |
As the tree line of the forest appeared closer than every step she would slow down to a lazy pace, her wolverine companion steadily following behind her. She wasn't in a big rush, just excited to pry these bad boys open and try them out, since Marco spoke so highly of them. Sitting down in shady spot, she would drop her mouth full of clams and hungrily stare at them. It was then that she realize she wasn't alone out here. A couple yards away off towards the shoreline was a very large wolflike figure, and she could only assume that it was another canine. Not very many wolves traveled all the way down to the southern region of Ala, so this strange figure appealed to her curiosity. Maybe this wolf was looking for clams too? Idly she would bark to let the stranger know she was there. She wasn't trying to invite him over, but she wouldn't stop him if he decided to investigate.
Ooc: phone post! :)
Odysseus was perfectly content to continue walking on in silence; he enjoyed the time alone (well, almost alone) with his thoughts. Most of the time he preferred it to the near constant depressed musings of his pessimistic friend; other times it was kind of entertaining to poke fun at him. At least sunburned and "facing death" seemed to have silenced the macaque. For now. A woof off to the side brought Ody's head around. Without looking at his friend, the brute could only assume the jostling he felt was the macaque's head popping up as he too heard the woof. Odysseus blinked and then squinted to make sure what he was seeing was real. Not all that far away stood a tiny, vibrantly colored woman. "Vibrant" didn't quite do it justice; she was BRIGHT RED. An unholy, unnatural, unbelievable red. A gasp from Olafur snapped Odysseus out of the entranced spell the red had put him in. "She has clams!" Odysseus rolled his eyes and shot a glance in his friend's direction. Of course Olafur completely overlooked the woman's unnatural coloration in favor of her meal. "And...?" "And maybe she would spare a few for a dying man's last meal." He nudged Odysseus's shoulder. "Aren't wolves social? You should go say hello." "You just want clams." After a beat Odysseus sighed. She'd already seen them; they couldn't just walk away, could they? After dipping his head in greeting the brute took a few steps closer so conversing would be easier. His voice a deep rumble, he called, "Hello, miss!" Olafur was quick to chime in with a, "Nice catch you got there!" |