Shit fire and save the matches
Aracari Sibs
09-23-2020, 11:49 AM
Thankfully Keet had become distracted by some pretty face or another and had left her alone. Cicero stayed beneath the wagon, but had begun to pile empty flasks around herself as a sort of drunk wolf camouflage. It had worked too. No one else bothered her for the majority of the night. She was able to sit in peace and observe the effects of her aphrodisiac concoction. Until she wasn't. Big, strong arms pulled the tiny woman out from beneath the cart from behind. She screeched in protest and left furrows in the sand from her claws, but it was no use. Out from beneath the cart, the monochromatic wolf flipped onto her back like a wildcat, claws out, but it was only one of her brother's. "Hyperion!" She hissed fire at him. Then she was snatched up, flung over his shoulder, and carted off down the beach. She flailed a bit, but eventually gave up. They always overpowered her. It never failed. From her perch, she could see two forms out near the water. That was apparently where they were heading. The small woman took the moment of distraction to jump off of Hyp's back. After kicking him in the shin none too gently, she tore off across the sand towards the pair of wolves. Through the salt breeze, she could smell her siblings on the wind. She dove behind Star, using their larger monochromatic form to hide herself, lest she be picked up and flung around like a ragdoll again. "Speech" |
09-23-2020, 09:40 PM
Hyperion had nothing to say to his sister beyond the occasional evil cackle. Her attempts to get away were all mercilessly and smugly stymied. The little gremlin had all kinds of tricksy advantages so whenever necessary he had no problem using his size to his advantage. And right now was necessary. Hyperion had become aware of her hideout earlier in the night and well, honestly, he'd have come after her sooner if he hadn't been so busy coming in other ways. Now, his fun a happy memory and his jimmies rustled for the night, it was past time to flip the rock his sister had been hiding under and drag her out into the light. So to speak.
He knew right where to take her too so that she would have no choice but to not be a stick in the mud: the rest of their siblings.
Only once the others were in sight did Hyperion not fight Cicero's attempt to get away. He did, however, chase her when she ran off because why not, you know? That's just what big brothers did when their smaller sister ran off. It was like Cissy wanted to be chased. Any other day he probably would have caught her right quick, but he'd just about drunk himself under the wagon she'd been hiding in so the best he could muster after her was a wobbly jog.
He caught up when Cicero moved to hide behind Stjarna. Hyperion dropped into a play bow and gave Cicero a teasing look under Stjarna's belly. Oh, he was so going to get her if Star moved.
He knew right where to take her too so that she would have no choice but to not be a stick in the mud: the rest of their siblings.
Only once the others were in sight did Hyperion not fight Cicero's attempt to get away. He did, however, chase her when she ran off because why not, you know? That's just what big brothers did when their smaller sister ran off. It was like Cissy wanted to be chased. Any other day he probably would have caught her right quick, but he'd just about drunk himself under the wagon she'd been hiding in so the best he could muster after her was a wobbly jog.
He caught up when Cicero moved to hide behind Stjarna. Hyperion dropped into a play bow and gave Cicero a teasing look under Stjarna's belly. Oh, he was so going to get her if Star moved.
09-23-2020, 09:59 PM
Friendly faces!! Artisan couldn't express how happy he was to see the very distinctive forms of his siblings. In his drunken haze he could tell that a few were missing, but he barely spared a few moments squinting out at the group before deciding he'd figure out who was absentee later. Right now there was a much better issue to be addressed, and Art stumbled himself right up into the center of the fun to bring it to his precious siblings' attentions.
"There's this guy, and he's like this big-" His foreleg lifted and his not-sober body swayed in response, though he tried his damndest to give an accurate height description regardless. It was no use, he could either make his paw hover at too-damn-tall or very-very-short but not at the right size for the furry heathen. He slapped it back down in frustration and then continued. "He has a stupid cool hat but that doesn't matter right now because he stole my beads!" This time both forelimbs lifted and fell rhythmically one after another as he displayed his bare and silent legs for all to see. His stones were a part of him, and that scoundrel stole them. His legs would forever feel empty and his steps would forever be lacking in the happy jingle he'd come to expect from each movement.
Artisan stopped moving and his expression turned pleading, though he also knew that his siblings just might not care as much as he did about his precious possessions. He needed to sweeten the pot. "I may be able to be pursuaded to accept a hot wax in exchange for their safe return." Anything for his momentos.
"There's this guy, and he's like this big-" His foreleg lifted and his not-sober body swayed in response, though he tried his damndest to give an accurate height description regardless. It was no use, he could either make his paw hover at too-damn-tall or very-very-short but not at the right size for the furry heathen. He slapped it back down in frustration and then continued. "He has a stupid cool hat but that doesn't matter right now because he stole my beads!" This time both forelimbs lifted and fell rhythmically one after another as he displayed his bare and silent legs for all to see. His stones were a part of him, and that scoundrel stole them. His legs would forever feel empty and his steps would forever be lacking in the happy jingle he'd come to expect from each movement.
Artisan stopped moving and his expression turned pleading, though he also knew that his siblings just might not care as much as he did about his precious possessions. He needed to sweeten the pot. "I may be able to be pursuaded to accept a hot wax in exchange for their safe return." Anything for his momentos.
Artisan wears multiple twine bracelets around his forelegs, each one with different colored homemade marble-like beads upon it. Each bead corresponds to a wolf who he has met and decided deserved a place on his wrist, and thus he might ask your character for a lock of fur, etc to add to his creation to remember your character by.
Unless otherwise stated, you can assume he is wearing them at all times.
Artisan's companions are two blue and yellow macaws, their names are Siri(F) and Cisco(M) and while they can be assumed to always be nearby, they're likely out of sight.