Distance morals, confused toils
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The old ship wasn't the place she thought she'd end up. The woman pressed her paws against the snow as she looked up at the large ship. It was decrepit, useless now and a forgotten memory of creatures no longer of this world. Voodoo's ears twitched uneasily, but not because of this damned ship. She was feeling a little queasy this morning and knowing the reason why made her nervous. She had to think about the unborn lives in her now, a mixture of excitement and guilt eating at her. Though it was only because she felt shameful towards their father. She would be avoiding him for the foreseeable future. Turning back to the ship she let her paws carry her inside.
It looked as if someone had left a garden here. A portion of the wood had rotted away leaving a large encircle of soil. Poking out of the ground she thought with interest was a herb. Voodoo got closer, noticing it's red tendrils growing diligently. What a stubborn little thing she thought to herself. Then chuckled mildly, she was a Klein. More blood to bring into the world was a good thing. Carefully then she sat beside the flowers. The roots would be good for pain if she remembered correctly. She would have to gather it and bring it back to her den.
Oscar hates the cold. Once again, the Irish donkey ponders how he managed to fall into a herd that loves the snow. A reindeer, a cave lioness, a huge… well whatever Rannoch is and him. He grumbles to himself as his small hooves plod through the powder and he continues to curse softly to himself. Nugget, his rooster companion, sits fluffed out on his rump, head under his wing, pretending not to hear the grumpy donk’s ranting. Taiga had been sure to rub her scent all over him before allowing him to go out and explore; his two near death experiences making her, less willing to allow the ass roam too far. But he needs to get away from his herd for a bit, stretch his preverbal wings and prove that he is not a walking trouble magnet. And what better way to do that then to explore!
The metal husk of unknown creature from some begone era lays frozen to the icy landscape, great holes torn into its side. Oscar scents the air for predators but, not finding any (later he blame the cold for freezing his nostrils), the small ass makes his way into the hulking, dead beast. Hooves clang loudly against the metal, reverberating forcefully through the enclosed space. He winces, pausing a moment, to see if anything will attempt to jump out at attack him but, when nothing does, he cautiously continues forward. Blue eyes dart from to side, his natural prey instincts screaming at him to leave such an enclosed space but, as usually, the donkey ignores it. Until an ashen and black form catches his gaze. Oscar lets out a loud bray of alarm as he shuffles away from the wolf that is sitting near a growing herb.
Nostrils flare at he looks at the predator, flicking his long ears as he says, “Oi! You scared me! If ya gonna try an’ eat me, know a lioness will be lookin’ for ya!” Oscar’s thick Irish accent is even heavier due to the stress of the moment. He tries to appear tall and threatening but really… can a short, fuzzy donkey ever look threatening? Nugget finally pulls his head out from under his wing and cranes his head around to blink at the stranger.
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Be warned! Oscar can (and often times will) be an ass!
Oscar has a thick Irish accent and a Cochin Rooster companion named Nugget who is always nearby
During her forage of the north, Sayuri had come across a large ship - again. The same ship she had come across earlier on. She eyed it before entering, her steps light and almost silent. Would she find the same man there? Words exchanged ahead caused the woman to become curious. The hall narrowed as she went, but never did brush her fur. The surprise at finding a donkey of all things with a wolf... She hid her confusion and shock. "Do I interrupt?" the koi-colored woman began, her eyes shifting to a young wolf barely out of her yearling stage. The scent of the young woman drew her mentally in. Pregnant. She knew the smell. Was she part of Armada? No... She did not smell of it. "We shall not harm you, sir" she told the donkey politely, rounding the mule and approaching the woman. Curiously, she noticed the herb patch "oh, what grows here? Does one know?" she asked them all, not just the black-white girl. Her curiosity about the garden was clear. She wanted to know, to be taught. For the betterment of her pack, herself, and the skills revolving it. speech here |
K I N G S L A Y E R
forevermore the apple of my eye
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She had been so keen on the herb that she barely heard the donkey coming. Voodoo whipped around startled as she drew back her lips until he spoke then blinked sitting back down her fear quickly swallowed away by fascination. She'd never seen one of these before, "Why would I eat something that can speak my tongue?" she asked a bit awkwardly. Her eyes went back to the root, if she could just... then another appeared. THIS time a wolf with a strange coat, what was happening to her this afternoon. Was being pregnant making her see things or was she just blessed with two strangely interesting creatures.
When the girl asked what exactly it was she was looking at she smiled. Then looked at the Donkey she beckoned with a paw, "Come I'll show you both." she suggested. Then her paws got to work carefully digging around the bright red flowers blooming in the makeshift garden. "This, is Valerian root." she gave a name to the plant as she dug further down. Not wanting to damage the roots that she was seeking. "It's good for headaches, aches, pains. Though only in small quantities. I try to make them into a salve when I get the chance." Voodoo was happy teaching. It had took her this long to believe she didn't have to be taught especially after what happened with Abaven.
Oscar bares his flat teeth, trying to appear threatening to the taller wolf that whips around and draws back her lips at him. As his thick Irish tones tumble out of his mouth, the she-wolf looks at him in fascination and the donkey narrows his eyes. Is this… a trick? But then she speaks and it is his turn to blink at her in surprise and he flicks his long ears in consideration. The voice of another stranger behind him, has Oscar braying in alarm as he attempts to push himself up against the side of the great metal beast, Nugget, his cochin rooster companion, lets out a startled series of clucks and screeches at the sudden movement.
Donkeys are prey animals and, as such, the sudden appearance of an unannounced predator behind said prey animal forces Oscar’s natural instincts to take center stage. His eyes widen, allowing the white around the edges to be seen as they roll in their sockets, searching for an escape route. Long ears pin back and his nostrils flare as he sucks in serval deeps breathes in preparation to fight or run. All this happens in a span of a few seconds while Oscar’s heart thunders under his ribs even as the koi-colored wolf says they will not hurt him.
Her voice is polite and the small ass allows his gaze to fall her while he works to try and calm himself down… but then she moves to go past him. Oscar is powerless to stop the kick that suddenly happens, his brain, still clicked into the fight or flight portion, only catches up as his leg snaps out toward the too close predator. Words are all good and well but when an unknown wolf is suddenly right beside you… The only thing he can do is bray out a warning to the koi-wolf as his small hoof flies toward where she stands. After the strike, he dances backward, eyes rolling in fear of sudden retaliation.
He shrinks away, trying to appear small and he brays out again, his heart feeling like it is going to burst from the fear that courses hotly through his veins. The first wolf is talking again but Oscar doesn’t hear her as he tried to calm the frantic pace of his heart and the instincts that threaten to drown him. Small hooves stamp the metal he walks on, fear and agitation written plainly on the donkey.
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Be warned! Oscar can (and often times will) be an ass!
Oscar has a thick Irish accent and a Cochin Rooster companion named Nugget who is always nearby
The giant feline was almost always in earshot of her herd unless she was out hunting. Today she'd meandered through the north with Oscar, letting the little donkey wander around and inspect things. A bit of distance had been put between them as Taiga stopped and began sharpening her claws on a fallen tree. The massive feline then rubbed her face all over it, spreading her scent and leaving her mark. She did so wherever she went, and especially places where the trio of herbivores might frequent. Anything that she could do to protect them helped.
The sharp braying of the tiny donkey cut through the air and Taiga instantly threw her great weight into her paws and went thundering across the landscape towards the big metal structure. Oscar soon came into view with wolves on either side. Though he was nervous, there was no aggression in the stances of the canines. Still, she wouldn't risk the donkeys well being based on looks alone.
As the charcoal and snow giantess neared, a low rumble reverberated through her chest, letting Oscar know that she was here. The lioness moved up beside the little equine, her striped tail giving his haunch a gentle, reassuring flick. "Oscar, are you alright?" The felines claret pools looked the little spotted donkey over, then shifted to land upon either wolf.
She stands 63" at the shoulder and weighs a whopping 700 lbs.
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Voodoo's hair began to stand on end. The donkey seemed intelligent enough to understand their speech but now he was acting like they had attacked him. His kick made her back up against the wall of the ship. No, she couldn't let this happen while she was carrying pups. Now she had to actually worry about herself. She looked at Sayuri, "I'm pregnant, I can't do this." she shook her head hoping the koi looking wolf understood. The last straw seemed to be when a big cat charged in. Voodoo pulled her lips back in a snarl. "I didn't do ANYTHING to him leave me alone." she spat. Then looked to a hole to the right of her. Forget the herbs she would gather them later.
Voodoo turned on her heels and shoved herself outside of the ship and onto the ice. She didn't know if Sayuri was following but a bit of company wouldn't have hurt. Letting her paws run she ran, ran, she didn't want to see the faces of those two anymore.
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Confusion flooded her pool-like gaze. The donkey kicked and brayed like she had sunk her teeth into his flank. One of those kicks was preciously close to the pregnant woman. Sayuri felt her lip raise in defense before the lion came in. Everything seemed to be going south and fast. The pregnant woman fled for the safety of her pups, unknown if the lion was friend or foe. She stumbled past Sayuri and ran. The koi woman murmured something vile in her native tongue, shooting this at both of them before leaving with the other. Ought to be ashamed! Sayuri thought this too, making a pregnant wolf scared for her children. She ran as fast as possible after the other wolf, concerned for her unborn children as well even if they were not her own. /exit with voodoo speech here |
K I N G S L A Y E R
forevermore the apple of my eye
Well this is a cluster fuck. Oscar is terrified, the appearance of the koi-colored wolf behind him had frightened him but then she quickly moved up right not next him. Instinct had kicked in and the back leg that was nearest to her had tried to kick her away but, his better judgement had taken hold and he attempted to strike behind her. Taiga appears then, stalking up to offer her herd mate support, his loud brays of alarm undoubtly drawing her attention to the situation. She offers him reassurance and her presence calms the terrified pray animal.
But then the wolves start to act strangely. The ashen and black one quickly departs with the koi wolf shooting him a glare and some crazy words to which he spits out, “Then don’t fuckin sneak up on someone then!” to her retreating form.
Broad head shakes as he looks to Taiga and murmurs his thanks. Eyes scan the cursed interior of the dead ship and Oscar steps up the herb that is growing in the dirt. Flat teeth crop the green that sticks out and he quickly snorts and pulls away. Looking to Taiga, he shrugs and says, “Doesn’t even taste good.” With that he moves to exit the ship, hooves resounding through the beast as he goes.
((OOC: Please don't assume what my character was doing. He struck out once at Sayuri because she suddenly appeared behind him and moved past him. He was aiming at her and only kicked once. He was never close to Voodoo. Next time please tag me and ASK. ))
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Be warned! Oscar can (and often times will) be an ass!
Oscar has a thick Irish accent and a Cochin Rooster companion named Nugget who is always nearby
Wolves were strange things. No socialization skills to speak of in these parts, it seemed. The feline, though massive, hadn't appeared threatening in the slightest. If she'd meant the dogs harm, the whole world would have known it. Had the pair of canines known how many times something with teeth had tried to eat the little donkey, they may have been more understanding to Taiga's speedy arrival.
The fat wolf was a spaz and snapped like it had rabies or something. Taiga scoffed as it left the metal structure. Did it not realize that she could murder it with one good swipe? Not that she would. Taiga was a nice kitty. As nice as a gargantuan carnivore could be, anyway. The snow and charcoal cat's ruby gaze met that of the little donkey and she shoot her head, brows raising in disbelief.
To make matters even more strange, the second wolf muttered something in a foreign tongue and Taiga sneered at her, lips pulling back from curved canines as her tail began to lash back and forth. One didn't need to know a language with a tone like that. The intent was clear. Once that one pushed past them, Taiga scoffed again. "Must be something in the water," the woman spoke, giving the agitated donkey a friendly lick to the top of his head before they headed on home.
She stands 63" at the shoulder and weighs a whopping 700 lbs.