kingfisher
ft yurei, seasonal prompt
He happened to be walking by when he saw it. Peaceful, the bay was home to plenty of tropical species. Fish, birds… even little hermit crabs. Benedict had come here to try and relax. He felt Abaven could do without him for a few hours; his rank was low and he hadn’t been involved a lot regarding pack life. Bidding farewell to the border, he wandered east until he reached the bay. It was a lovely sight if not for the smell of washed-up fish. Walking forward, he noticed the sheer amount of them. Some were already baked from the sun, but the others were in the waves still. Washing up before washing back to the ocean. He felt it was a waste to simply leave them there, but he didn’t have enough paws to carry most of them back. He didn’t know why this had happened. They didn’t smell sickly nor could he say this was natural. But he’d make the most of it regardless. Abaven did need food after the fire, and Benedict had arrived at their border at a time where they needed active hunting done. He was all too eager to bring home some fish for the pack. Hoping some of his pack mates were close by, he’d send up a call for them. This wasn’t Abaven land, so if anyone else showed up to try and claim the fish… well, he’d either try to get as many as possible and split them with others. Benedict didn’t want to think about fighting another wolf for this food. There was plenty to go around. If not him, the fish would rot soon enough. Couldn’t have that. Not with hungry mouths that needed to be fed. As he waited, the man began to gather the fish. Picking up a few in his jaws, he’d deposit them close to the grass and go back for more. He allowed the cool water to wash his paws as he trekked across the bay, going for the fish still in the water over the ones that had baked. ooc words; 346 / 1500 words |
to note; benedict speaks with a slight european accent
When you get what you want but not what you need When you feel so tired but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse"
OC: Word count: 315 Translations: |
The sea brought salty air and with it the inability to smell another being when they were further away. Benedict didn’t even see the woman until she was almost on top of him. Though her posture was easily submissive – which he didn’t like to see with women – he did start a bit. Getting over the initial shock of her presence, he’d crack a smile through the fish he held. Placing it on the sand, he’d turn and face her. “t’ fish are all… dead” he’d flick a tail to the beach, illustrating his point that they were just corpses. Not at all alive anymore. It’d be a waste to simply let them rot there. “they’re easy t’ catch right now. All ye hafta do is pick ‘em up. Want t’ help?” his accent was becoming more prompt these days. He didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. He thought he lost it a year ago. He stood there, waiting for the woman to answer but then hurried into an explanation. “m’ pack, Abaven, could use t’ food. M’ collecting all this fish fer ‘em. Don’t rightly have t’ ability to carry ‘em all back” he didn’t expect her to also join him, but it was a nice thought. Between the two of them, they could carry much more. But this wolf was a loner – he could smell it on her coat, the lack of people – and sometimes loners didn’t do anything for free. “if ye help, ye can have half o’ the load?” he offered. Though he also didn’t know if she was going to be useful to this excursion. She could tell him to shove it. She could scoff at him. But he was just being honest; two sets of bodies was better than none. He planned to load a few carefully on his back and in his jaws and walk back. But that could be awkward. He’d much rather have help loading the fish on him. Even if he smelt fishy afterward, Benedict knew his pack would appreciate the food. ooc words; 1008 / 1500 words |
When you get what you want but not what you need When you feel so tired but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse"
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“ye, just pick ‘em up” Benedict replied encouragingly, giving a nod and a smile to the woman. The fish couldn’t exactly resist when they were just lying there. She seemed uncertain and scared, and he tried not to overload her with information. She seemed a bit put off from the mention of the pack, to which he gave another confirming nod. “Abaven” he’d repeat, trying to make his voice clear. The man angled his ears to where the pack resided further inland. “Shaye n’ Rhyme are t’ alphas.” Though he was not sure she had ever met them before. He was in no position to recruit anyway, so he left it at that. If he was a bold man, he would have pressed his pale nose to her side to comfort her. But he was not, and even thinking about it was too forward. He watched as she moved to the pile with a fish, dumping the catch there along with his group. She asked if he was sure, and he grunted confirmation. “I can’t carry ‘em all myself” heck, he couldn’t carry more than four in his jaws. Lowering his body to the ground, he’d allow her to lay the fish across his back. “if ye can put some fish on m’ back, I can carry ‘em back to Abaven.” he explained, lacking any containers or satchels to put them in. so what if he stunk like fish? It was for the pack. “ye can have the rest” he’d add in, gesturing with his muzzle to the rest of the dead fish. “put lots on, n’ I’ll carry like… five back in m' jaws” Benedict wasn’t going to prolong the exposure if she was this terrified. He’d finish up here, report about the fish to Shaye or Rhyme and let the pack decide what to do with the rest. ooc words; 1685 / 1500 words we can wrap this up next ben post =D |
to note; benedict speaks with a slight european accent
When you get what you want but not what you need When you feel so tired but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse"
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as she busied herself with placing the fish on his back, Benedict tried not to wince as the water dripped down his back unpleasantly. he did like water. he liked fishing and swimming, but the thought of slimey fish on his fur was enough to resist a shudder. instead of focusing on that, he'd begin to pick up the other fish and arrange them in a way that he could easily pick them up. the woman proclaimed she was done, and he felt his back weigh down with plenty of the fish. "thank ye" he'd smile, carefully rising. one or two fish did fall off of him, but the woman's stacking was impressive. he had about ten of them on his back in a row. but before he placed some in his mouth, he'd turn his neck to the other wolf. "whelp, should get 'long now." Benedict tried to make this as normal as possible when he was laden with the ocean critters. he picked the rest up, earning a jaw full of at least three good sized ones. he'd awkwardly nod as he more or less waddled back to Abaven. his gait was slow and steady; he didn't put it past any predator to attack him while he walked. but hopefully, he'd be home soon. hopefully, all the fish would make it there. and hopefully, he could wash off the stench as soon as possible. it may have not been conventional, but it was the best way he could think to transport the fish without making multiple trips. the rest of the food lay at the shore for the woman to take. along the way, Benedict did stop to spit the bundle out and regain his strength by chewing on one of the fish he held. it was a very slow process back to Abaven and he needed some food to tide him over. whether the white woman at the shore ate any of the fish was beyond him. she had looked totally terrified, and he could only hope she had the sense to calm down and eat before moving on. ooc words; FIN / EXIT |
to note; benedict speaks with a slight european accent
When you get what you want but not what you need When you feel so tired but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse"
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