Show me the way
02-02-2017, 01:46 PM
It wasn't too often that Oleander roamed up towards the colder climates, but with the coming of spring he figured that it would be a good time to check things out. Some snow still clung to the earth in patches, the brown rotting grass letting off an odd stench. It had been frozen for so long that now exposed to the suns rays, it was quickly rotting as new sprouts grew quickly out of the decomposing blades. He didn't mind the smell, but Cedar did. The jackal was staring to lag behind, his nose wrinkled up on his snout as he tried to avoid the larger patches of dead grass. The wolf in front of him couldn't help but chuckle, his tail wagging behind him a few times. He was a silly creature. His ears were fully perked forward, alert of all his surroundings as he made his way through the unfamiliar terrain. He was very thankful for the changing of the season, he was able to get enough food that his ribs were no longer showing. He still had a few pounds to put on before he was back to his normal weight, but besides that he was feeling excellent. His limbs moved faster as he fell into an easy lope, his head turning this way and that. There wasn't much movement up here, but that was to be expected. Ollie had felt the temperature drop as soon as he entered the north; it had not yet awoken from its winter slumber. When he noticed that Cedar had fallen quite behind, he paused and turned around to gaze at his brother. There was a look of disdain on his features as he lifted a paw, shaking off some snow that had collected around his toes. He tried not to smile, he knew that he would get told off for laughing at his misery. His brother was a lot more... well more than Oleander. He was quite a reserved and awkward wolf, while Cedar was blunt and up front with everything. It helped him at times when he lagged in conversations, since coming here he had had even fewer interactions that he did back home. "Suus aquam frater uenerunt. Si vis fugere potest quiescere." He called in Latin, seeing him perk up from his words. He did grin this time, inclining his head towards the cliffs that he saw up ahead. He wouldn't mind a little bit of a break if it kept the canid happy. Once Cedar caught up, Oleander spun around and headed towards the rocks in front of them. He wasn't sure if there would be a cavern or not, but it was worth a shot. After only a few paces the looming maw of a cave came into view, and he turned towards his companion with a short burst of laughter. Perfect! The odds were in their favor on this day it seemed. Tucking themselves inside, they both blinked as their eyes adjusted to the dimmer light. It was only then that he noticed that they were not alone. Sitting not too far off was a very, very colourful wolf, a young looking one to boot. Looking towards the black backed jackal with a raised brow, he wondered if colours that bright were natural. He wasn't dreaming though, he could see her flanks rising and falling with each breath she took. She was looking up at the walls, but he was too focused on her to notice what was painted on the stone around them. Cedar cleared his throat, announcing their presence since the wolf was too stunned to do anything. It made him realize that he was staring, a heat rushing to his cheeks in embarrassment. Averting his teal eyes, he looked at the ground beside her instead of her many coloured coat. "Ignosce mihi, excuse me. I do not mean to stare, I have not seen one as laetus, colourful as yourself." Ollie said slowly, his habit of mixing Latin in with the common tongue making itself known. Even though he hadn't met anyone else who spoke his language just yet, it didn't stop his pattern of speech. |
Art by Katthekitkat
Oleander speaks Latin, but is fluent in English. Cedar is a black backed jackal and is always with Ollie unless otherwise stated.
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