meet me half way
09-12-2016, 09:22 PM
Maybe she's a lost boy-- maybe she'll never grow up. Fortune can feel that, she can dig it. Everything feels gorgeous, everything feels beautiful, especially at dusk on this summer evening. Fireflies rose in clouds around her head, and she finds herself barking at them. It's a joyful sound, a joyful noise. She's all noise and excitement in a mood like this, where no one can see her. Wouldn't want to look like an absolute spaz, if someone was to see her, right? Absolutely. Er. Absolutely not? She's okay. Whatever's happening, she's okay. Head tossing, she races through the grass-- it was near as tall as she was. How strange. How bizarre. It's not like Fortune is fast, either. Rather slow, her movements overall cumbersome, especially with the disconnect between her frame and her weight. Not enough muscle. Not near enough muscle. She won't let the self loathing set in, of course. That's not really appropriate. Not right now. A spark of light, Fortune is, right now. The girl can't help it. She never will be able to help that. It's hard. She's going to find a spark of light to live inside, and she's going to stay here forever. Backlit by a setting sun, Fortune is a void in the light. Her shadow dances despite her clumsy movements. There's something about this, something strange. There's always something strange when it comes to the way her head works. Why should she worry? Why should she care? fortune shock & awe |
09-14-2016, 09:11 AM
The young male had all but lost track of Ricochet but he was to blame for that. He'd wandered just a bit too far and now he was lost. He couldn't remember ever being this far west before so everything was new to him. Every time he thought he was heading back the way he came from he ended up not seeing anything familiar at all. Eventually he just stopped trying to find his way back. If worse came to worse Ricky would come find him, right? He hoped so. The thought sent a pang of worry through him. He wanted to believe that she wouldn't leave him again, but they were almost two. What if she wanted to live her own life? He wouldn't be mad at her but she was all he had. He wasn't sure what he was going to do if she didn't want to be around him. He needed friends. His mind would flicker to Seraphiel and a pang of longing sprung up. He missed his gray and blue coated friend. She'd be here now and tell him all the adventures they were going to go on and even come up with a crazy story to add along to it. They'd get into all sorts of trouble of course and they'd probably get yelled at, but in the end it was all worth it to him. And then he remembered they'd left him behind and a sigh left him. He needed to forget them. They were gone, they'd been gone, and they weren't coming back. Bi-colored gaze would sweep around. He'd somehow ended up in a valley. It seemed the heat of the summer hadn't quite fully gotten to this place. Tall grasses tickled at his legs and where he walked fireflies would burst from their hidden spots. He'd pause and watch as one flew right past his nose. Its tiny little light flickered a few times and he smiled softly at it and watched it fly away. His attention was broken by the sound of someone ... well it sounded like someone was running (jumping maybe) nearby. In fact it sounded like they were coming closer. Dark ears flicked back and forth as he stood and waited. His head would swivel to keep an eye on all directions. They had to be close by... Walk, "Talk" Think |
09-14-2016, 11:20 AM
A crunching of twigs, a rustling of the tall grass, and Fortune crashed down on her paws. There was absolutely no way she'd be caught in such a state. There was no freaking way she'd let anyone see her having. Er. Fun. Fun was fake, and she was supposed to be all business. Someone was out here, and she didn't know what to do about it. Her head tossed and graze.... traveled. Who even was it. Something strange resonated in Fortune's chest. Someone was going to be out here. Fortune's head was high, posture alert, not quite friendly but open. Right. Open was a good word for that. What would be would be, right? "Hello?" That would do for now. An easy hello, a quick hello, but the question hung solidly in the air. Whoever it was, if they ate her, that would probably be fine. Shit happens. If you're going to be out on your own, it's the kind of thing you need to eventually anticipate. There's something weird out here. Dusk does funny things to people, Fortune decides. Dusk wasn't allowed to do funny things to her. She wasn't funny. Fortune was trying too hard not to be. fortune shock & awe |
09-16-2016, 02:08 PM
"Hello?" Mortar found himself blinking. There certainly was someone out here, but now his suspicions were confirmed that it was a wolf. He fought to control his emotions as he battled with the idea of going to see who it was or leaving. They already knew he was around so the idea of being rude bothered him. To be honest he was more than a little bit curious to see who it was. On the contrary if they were hostile they could probably kick his ass ... size be damned. Just because he was giant did not mean he knew how to fight and well... he'd barely learned anything in that regard. In the end curiosity got the better of him. He padded towards where the voice had come from and before he knew it a smaller female came to his view. He'd notice how pale she was and the few markings that graced her. Her eyes were the most curious thing, but he'd avert his gaze for the time being. It was rude to stare. He had to remind himself of that. "Hi." He called out softly, unsure of what to do. He forced his tail to wag a tiny bit before it stopped. Friendly. I gotta be friendly. Don't be weird. Walk, "Talk" Think |