sally forth
08-15-2013, 07:34 PM
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With a sniff and a snuff, the cat sat down. Why in the world had she wanted to come to a place with so much water? Reeds splintered and cracked as they took the weight of her flanks. She turned and glared at them. This was not the solid snow and noiseless snow she was used to. Since venturing from her mountain range in the Far North, she had seen many sights, met any creatures, and done many things she never would've thought she ever would. But she wasn't about to start liking water. Not in a million years.
Other than the dampness of the rivers and little marshy bits though, the Delta here was quite pretty. And Silverback liked the oceans - often watching it's waves from the northern most of her old mountain spires. Of course the ocean in the north was different - it was bigger and darker and colder. It's only lifeforms were monsters of blubber. Here all sorts of things could be found. Silverback had no idea how to fish - but she had tried. There was something about the enticing movements of those ripples and curving bodies that called to her.
.....She could've stared at it for hours but, the problem was - eventually her hunting instincts would kick in and out of reflex she would hook a clawed paw into the water to try to catch it. She'd end up leaping back empty pawed, licking herself dry and cursing all things that started with 'w'. Before long though, she'd end up being pulled back to the banks - tail twiching and hind legs coiling as she bent over the surface, still as stone and watched.
Sometimes it wasn't easy being a cat.
08-17-2013, 10:43 AM
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A wolf appeared in her stretch of water. A black creautre with solemn features and odd eyes. He asked a single, direct question. She couldn't quite tell if he spoke out of defensive or pure curiosity. Lupine body language could be so vulgar sometimes. At least this one had interesting eyes. Blue and Silver. Two of her favorite colors. Charming, really. With eyes like those, he'd make a wonderful addition to her collection. But no no, she wasn't here shopping today. She was just here to fish. To enjoy the sunlight and see what the south had to offer. So far it had not failed to disappoint, and she hoped that she meeting would do nothing to mar her good mood.
Her gaze leveled, appraisingly. "I could ask you the same question." Even when she spoke plainly, there was a hint of both the soothing purr and the sharp growl hidden beneath her words. She was a primal being of long ago, who's race remained in the mountains, which for seasons upon seasons had been the only thing to hear any stray words which might've fallen from the silver lips. "But you are also asking 'what' I am, along with the 'who' are you not? If you know not what is before you, don't you think you should address it will a little more reverence?" She straightened up, her fishing paw returning to it's place beside her other one. "For all you know," she murmured, "You could be speaking to a god."