ardent

run for the hills

Jupiter



Deion

Hemlock
Soothsayer

Advanced Healer (90)

Advanced Fighter (70)

age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
33
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
118
player
Virgil

Pride - BisexualThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 11K
02-03-2021, 08:41 PM

THE BOY WHO FELL INTO THE SKY, HAD NO ONE THERE TO WATCH HIM CRY

[Winter Seasonal Prompt, Healing - SOLO]

He'd been working fairly hard to try and get himself situated since he'd returned to Boreas, and the strain had taken its toll on the cosmic brute. The sudden deluge of snow from one end of the continent to the other had thrown him for a loop- he knew for a fact this was not a normal winter. He hadn't been able to collect any healthy herbs, and his plans to settle somewhere to the south where a garden could be tended with relative ease? Well, those were certainly on hold now. Tension had been building in his shoulders until he was certain his scowl was a mirror image of his mother's. Now that was what had prompted him to force himself to take a day off. It wasn't like he was going to be stumbling across a miracle today of all days, so why not take the time to relax? A slow, rolling gait propelled the titan through the southern lands that were growing more familiar by the day. He was spending a fair bit of time here, though he wasn't fully certain why. The pale alabaster of his paws blended with the soft snow underfoot as he moved through trees and shrubs in search of the perfect spot to take a load off. He wanted a view, he wanted minimal opportunity for harassment, and he wanted silence. If he could get that, he might set up shop and never leave, at this rate.

He broke through a treeline to find exactly that. The soft chatter of wintering birds in the trees around could hardly be considered a nuisance, and the soft sounds of herd animals grazing somewhere in the rolling plains ahead was just the kind of ambiance he was looking for. A heavy sigh passed through dark nostrils, escaping in a puff of thick mist. He rolled his shoulders in an attempt to ease the tension from them, and felt the kink developing in his neck begin to loosen. Amethyst gaze roved lazily over the soft hills of the gulley, the shapes of plants poking up through the snow that blanketed them. Here it was, a perfect haven just for him. Heavy steps pulled him from the summit of one hill, and through the landscape. He followed the valley as he came upon it, letting the winding shape of the landscape carry him wherever it wanted. With each step he felt a sense of calm rolling along his spine, loosening the taut muscles along his flanks as he breathed the crisp air in, out, and in again. The vaguest hint of floral scents rolled through his nostrils, and he felt himself reassured that the spring would come soon enough. He could gather his herbs again, and plant himself a nice garden. Set up somewhere secluded with his plants, and live a quiet life until he finally kicked the bucket.

He nearly missed the gentle slope rising underfoot, until he found himself peering over the crest of a hill. Below, a few sheep clad in thick dun wool, their pale faces rooting through the snow for good grazing. The ram glared up at him warily, daring him to move. Honestly? He wasn't interested, his shoulders felt blessedly loose for the first time in weeks. He wasn't about to try his luck against an angry ram today. Instead, he lowered himself carefully onto the soft snow. The previously lush grasses beneath the layers of snow offered extra cushion under him. The celestial male turned his hips so his hind legs stretched out in front of him, tail flagging parallel to his spine in the snow. Weight resting on his elbows, he surveyed the landscape some more. The view seemed to go on forever, and he felt impossibly small against the vastness of the world around him. The gulley was softened by the dense snow that covered it, any harsh lines smoothed over by the embrace of winter. It reminded him, in a way, of home. With his parents, when he had no responsibilities beyond not pissing off his mom. Huck a snowball at dad, get facewashed in the cold snow as retaliation, and go back inside with giggles still echoing off the trees. A soft smile crept onto his features, and he let a soft chuckle huff past his lips. Perhaps he needed to rekindle some old bonds, and make friends again. He'd been happier when Valkyrie had been pestering him on a daily basis, whether or not he chose to admit it out loud, or to himself.

When the sun rose tomorrow, he'd try and see if the crazy bitch was still kicking around. She'd found him up north last time he'd been around, perhaps she'd settled there. Failing all else, he supposed he could simply find the nearest pack and ask when they'd last been raided, and if their marauders had been led by a spitfire brunette with the claws and temperament of a wet mountain lion. Even if she kicked the shit out of him, he was beginning to feel like that would be better than stewing in solitude until he died.

-- [WORD COUNT: 857]

The yawn that stretched his powerful jaws apart was less one of exhaustion, than it was a stressed body's attempt to loosen some more muscles. The constant scowling was starting to give him a headache. He beat his tail a few times against the snow, content in his newly minted goal for the season. The small herd of sheep was beginning to move out of sight, warily glancing back at him every few feet to ensure he wasn't following. Well, at least he had a lead on a meal in the next few hours.

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DEION HAS A THICK MACEDONIAN ACCENT AND A GARBAGE ATTITUDE, PLEASE BE WARNED



Jupiter

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
403
size
Extra large
build
Medium
posts
366
player
Lazuli

Ooze ImmuneAll Oozed OutThe Ooze ParticipantFestival OrganizerDouble MasterHalloween 2020 - Spooky Cave
Beevent1KTreat 2019
02-13-2021, 07:04 PM (This post was last modified: 02-13-2021, 07:05 PM by Jupiter.)
Jupiter was hot on the trail of a small band of sheep. He didn't particularly care for the buggers, but Fireside was always on the lookout for new blood and as he, Jupiter, was now a civilized man, it was his duty to be a good citizen. Or whatever. He was still a bit salty and of the opinion everything was bullshit, but he was trying - something that was growing increasingly difficult with each passing day. Everything felt wrong. The den, Alfrun, his wife's expectations of him. Everything. It felt like he was holding pieces of broken pottery together and vainly trying to keep the contents from spilling. Sooner or later this was all going to fall apart and the sooner he accepted that, the better.

A bright swirl of color brought Jupiter's head up. Sure he was seeing one of his cousins, he studied the figure for a moment. No, that wasn't Ares. The coloring was similar but the teeth were wrong. Even from a distance he could see there was something wonky about that mouth. The teeth were pointing in the wrong direction; Ares had the family sabers. This guy had...something else. Kinda reminded him of Bubbles' tushes.

Jupiter's gaze went from the wolf to the sheep. Were those his? A couple of years age he wouldn't have entertained the thought, but apparently it was more common than he realized. Intent on not spooking the herd, Jupiter padded closer before asking, "Those yours?" Not that a claim would stop him if he decided to try to acquire them. It just meant he'd have to fight for them first.


"Jupiter"   "Amadeus" "Bubbles"
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NOTE: this character is pretty on the outside but nothing but ugliness and innuendo on the inside. It's best to consider all threads with him rated 'M' regardless of the official tags.



Deion

Hemlock
Soothsayer

Advanced Healer (90)

Advanced Fighter (70)

age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
33
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
118
player
Virgil

Pride - BisexualThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 11K
02-13-2021, 07:34 PM

THE BOY WHO FELL INTO THE SKY, HAD NO ONE THERE TO WATCH HIM CRY

He wasn't alone for long, but it wasn't as bothersome as he usually found it when his peace was interrupted. Crimson tinted optics slid across the snow until they landed on a brilliant blue wolf, marked in celestial whorls that he hadn't seen in quite some time. Interesting. As the male approached, the cosmic behemoth eyed him warily. Sure, he wasn't the first wolf to ever resemble him in this regard, but what were the odds, really? The rolling gait of the other male was casual, carefree to an extent. He was self assured, and that stood for something, certainly. A man who knew his own abilities was nothing to sneeze at, though that kind of confidence could be easily misplaced. Regardless, the cerulean male spoke up as he closed the distance. His eyes were a strange colour that might have been blue, or might have reflected the shimmering blue of the rest of him. Those eyes were flitting between the retreating herd and himself. "Those yours?"

A moment of consideration ended with a small shake of his head. "No, though I might make a meal of one of them later." he replied, still uncertain if he was really in the mood to put in the effort of negotiating an ewe from the herd. His gaze drifted back to the wary sheep, scuttling towards a bend in the valley between the hills, trying to get out of sight. Better yet, taking the ram might be a better bet instead. Those horns could come in handy for crafting materials if he could barter with the right wolf. The skin might be nice too, in this weather. Every moment he spent considering his options, the more he wondered if he should have told the other male to step off. "Why? You that hungry?" his lazy drawl came with a return of his gaze to the strange male, a hint of a smile toying at his maw.

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DEION HAS A THICK MACEDONIAN ACCENT AND A GARBAGE ATTITUDE, PLEASE BE WARNED