{AW} There's no more waiting
06-12-2016, 09:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-12-2016, 09:49 PM by Oleander I.)
Oleander was oblivious to the world around him when he was talking to his plants. This time was no different than the rest. He didn't hear the thundering paws that were racing up to him, but Cedar did. The jackal raced back from wherever he had been, jumping in front of his brother as the odd coloured woman approached them. "Frater, nos hospes." he said, his hackles raising somewhat. She had been running that them, he had assumed that she was attacking. But Ollie did not hear him, still murmuring to the crops in front of him. The smaller canine let out a sigh as the stranger got closer and his brother still payed no attention. "Oleander!" But still nothing. It wasn't until the dame almost trod on a bundle of garlic sprouts that he snapped to attention, his dark teal eyes narrowing as he glanced at her. It was then that he saw the bright green underside of her, his eyes opening up wide as he scrambled to his paws. He looked at her in wonderment and awe, his jaws hanging slightly slacked open. So Shadow had been right, there were other strange coloured wolves here. Cedar shifted so that he was at his side, wary of the way she had approached them. Why would someone race at a complete stranger like that? The wolves of this world were a strange sort indeed. Oleander realized that he was still ogling the black and green wolf, and he shook his head slightly. "Purgando, I did not mean to stare," he said softly, the note of awe clear in his voice. "I'm not used to such bold colours," he explained, his shoulders shrugging. He had always been the more silent type, but seeing her standing right there, it was hard not to comment on it. He nudged Cedar beside him, who inclined his head in a greeting. "As you can see we are not from these lands. Back home it is a very rare sight to see a wolf of odd colouration. Since coming here we have run into many, it seems to the the norm in here, no?" The jackal asked, filling in for his wolf companion who would much rather observe her and the conversation. She had asked what they were doing here, and Oleander gestured to the plants around them. "Gardening," he said in a simple way, causing the black backed jackal to sigh. "Excuse my brother, talking has never been his strong suit. Where we come from, all wolves tend to a garden of sorts and grow their own plants. Since coming here, we have been looking for a place to start our own. But it would appear that this one has been left, and we have taken it over." Cedar explained. "I am Cedar, and this is Oleander." The wolf nodded his head, dipping down somewhat as he was introduced. "Ollie, you can call me Ollie." He said, offering a small smile. "SPEAK" -- "CEDAR SPEAKS" |
Oleander speaks Latin, but is fluent in English. Cedar is a black backed jackal and is always with Ollie unless otherwise stated.