nature's freak
03-07-2017, 06:01 PM
The rolling thunder moves from the safety of den and into the world for the first time. She is ready, rolling over her paws and making her way into the light. There is something intense and immense bubbling deep inside Derecho's system, already a wild streak at least a country mile wide. Oh how beautiful it is as she storms out into the world, ready to see and think and and be out on her own. The choking darkness of the den was alleviated by the sun on her back and the fresh air in her face. It was strange and lovely, already addicted. That's it. That's how an addiction starts. The intoxication that comes from a summer breeze, filling her lungs, going straight to her head. Rolling like thunder across the ground, head tossing. A storm is on the horizon, a storm in the form of a small grey pup. It is her storm, and she will ride it. The grass in the plains is as tall as her shoulders, but Derecho doesn't care. Breath in her lungs, a thunder in her heart... she's ready. For everything, she's ready. DERECHO WRECKAGE bad bitches never die |
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03-07-2017, 08:25 PM
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03-07-2017, 08:42 PM
There's a storm on the horizon, and it brews somewhere in the blue-silver heat of her eyes. They are brilliant, like a lightning strike. They say the hottest parts of the fire are that blue, after all. Bright and hot, Derecho moves with a confidence that's out of place on a child her side. It's like nothing can knock her down, nothing can hold her back. Nothing would dare. There is no sneaking, not really. You can hardly call it being sneaky when mom can't see you in the first place. And then there was the question, Derecho rounding on her sister. "s'go." The words are clipped as they tumble forward from her mouth, but it's really pure laziness. She wouldn't bother with the whole thing, she wouldn't expend the portion of her already limited attention span. With a wide leap and a shorter bound, the rolling thunder springs forward into the grass. It's an invitation for Corentine to follow, casting a gaze over her shoulder, tail wagging wildly. Yes. It was time to be out of the den. DERECHO WRECKAGE bad bitches never die |
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03-07-2017, 08:58 PM
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03-07-2017, 09:13 PM
Derecho will never be the family oriented creature her sister is, but that's okay. Some are made for it, some aren't. She's harder around the edges, rougher, bold and brash and... fewer fu-- wait. Nope, we aren't quite ready for that word, check back in six months. Still, Echo blazes a path through the grass and moves with nature's pure force behind her. Full tilt on big paws, it's easier to start than stop. Yes, the stopping will be... an issue. The rolling thunder is a little less intimidating as she tumbles down a slight ridge in the land, landing on her face. Unperturbed, at least, she shakes off and picks up like nothing is wrong-- knocked down nine times, get up ten. Chubby, floppy, and Cory wanted to know what it was. Derecho giggles for a moment, getting into a low crouch. "Looks like breffast," and the butt wiggle, low in her bow, wanting to explode toward it but... waiting. Waiting? For what, honestly, Echo didn't know. She licks her lips and gets ready, wondering if they could catch it on their own. Wondering, curious, and not realizing just how much her oversized paws and the legs she wasn't quite sure how to use would get in the way. Things happened, right? Couldn't blame a girl for trying. DERECHO WRECKAGE bad bitches never die |
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03-12-2017, 07:18 PM
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03-17-2017, 12:36 AM
Bum low, an errant wiggle, and an explosion of energy. It takes all of her self control not to bark at it. To bark at the prey would be to scare it away, after all. Derecho was tring her hardest to lead the way for her meeker sibling, she was going to set a good example... supposedly. She would try at least. Crouched low and springing forward. If the rolling thunder had bothered to grow into herself (ha), maybe it would have gone better. Instead, her limbs are short and movements unrefined and clunky. They would get better in time, but for now, Echo falls flatly on her face. There's a giggle in her throat, head high. Head always high. "I think we're too slow, yet," Derecho's tail wags, head quirking softly to the side. She's unsure overall, peering curiously at the creature as it scampers off. "I wonder what it's called... it's not um, not a dove right? Those had wings," internally, the rolling thunder searches for a name for the thing. Bass had brought them food more than once, and she was trying to think of what he'd called each creature. Always in thought or in motion, Derecho is swift. Softly the child peers at her sister, wondering if she had the answer. Curious. DERECHO WRECKAGE bad bitches never die |
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03-30-2017, 06:04 PM
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