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Dada

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
49
size
Small
build
posts
24
player
10-27-2014, 10:47 PM
The petite dove meandered along the beach, her tiny paws splashing imperceptibly through the waves as they lapped at the shore. Constantly at war, the sand and the ocean. One wanted to consume the other, but they were equally matched here. A small crab was busily scuttling out of the water, shell still glistening with the ocean's salty water. She plodded after it, creeping along to follow it's seemly random course up the beach. It had to go around rocks that stuck up in the sand, until it stopped at the rotting carcass of a fish washed up on the shore from high tide. It started picking at the remains, and the ashen girl crouched down behind it, amber optics fixed upon the tiny creature while her head rested on her paws. What a strange little creature, skittering along without any notice of the potential danger that stalked it.
The dark tip of her tail swished across the sand, long lashes brushing her soft cheekbones so every time she blinked. Eventually, the little crab became bored with it's meal, abandoning it in favour of the sea that must be calling to it. Did the ocean have a song? One she could not hear with her wolf ears? Did the little crustacean hear a call from the sea that she could not? Was the Goddess calling him back to his home so he would be safe from the big bad wolf who followed him so closely? Maybe she was, and that was probably a good thing. What if she accidentally stepped on this curious little creature? That would be awful, because she hadn't intended to eat this little crab.
She followed it back to the sea, splashing through the waves after her quarry until she could no longer see it. The little crab was safely home, and the curly pelted lass was now elbow deep in the lulling waves of the familiar coast. Her whiskey coloured eyes fell shut. Maybe she did feel the call of the sea. The manatee's, her friends from the sea, had called to her since she found them. Maybe they were the part of the sea that drew her back to the coastline so often, though not always to the same place. The pixie was overdue to visit her aquatic friends, who were no doubt ready to migrate somewhere warmer as the weather grew colder. They would go further inland, as they had last year. There, they would give birth to their wee little sea pups and wait for the coast to warm again.
While she thought about the moss covered beasts who she frequently checked up on, she nearly missed the scent borne by the shifting breeze. Her blood went cold. That was a new scent. It smelled like the North winds that sometimes found her on the seaside. She prayed they were just passing by, that they wouldn't see her. The monsters didn't want her, did they? Long legs carried her off at full tilt for the safety of the brush, paws thudding in the sand and kicking it up in her wake. Maybe they wouldn't see her trail, and they wouldn't eat her. Did they eat women? Hopefully not. She hunkered down behind a thicket of brambles, burying herself in the thorny foliage and peering through the leaves. Maybe she could watch the northern beast without it seeing her?

Dada Shawnee

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Leo

Somnium

age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Medium
posts
510
player
Athena I
11-05-2014, 01:22 AM




Somehow, in all of his explorations and travels, Leo had looked over this huge land that seemed to hold another world to explore. He had crossed the land bridge that connected the two land masses excitedly, more than ready to explore and venture into these new lands. Now that he had tracked down most of his family, he felt confident in his ability to find them again later and had no worries in leaving them for a short time. Everything he had come across so far in these lands and proved to be worth the trip. Everything here was beautiful and incredibly unique, but somehow he had failed to find a single wolf here. He knew they existed, he smelled their scents, but they seemed to be invisible

As he stepped onto the beach, the cool breeze blowing up off of the ocean and ruffling his russet coat, he caught one of the invisible wolf's scents again, but this time he saw paw prints in the sand. Some of them got quickly washed away by the ever present waves, but they lingered long enough for his sapphire gaze to follow them to the nearby brush. He looked at the pawsteps curiously for a moment before slowly making his way toward it, his nose twitching as he followed the scent. Were they running from him? Why? He could tell from the scent that this was a fea, but he wasn't an imposing brute. At thirty-three inches he knew he was fairly short compared to some other males he had met and he liked to think he was a friendly looking wolf. So why would they run from him? He stopped a few feet from the brush, peering into it curiously. "Hello? Is anyone there?"



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Dada

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
49
size
Small
build
posts
24
player
11-05-2014, 07:29 PM

A wolf appeared, with a fiery ginger pelt. This was the northern wolf, right? Where was the intimidation? He didn't look very scary, but that didn't mean he couldn't devour her with hidden rows of sharp teeth. No one would even know she was gone until this northern wolf was back in the north. Flattening her audits against her skull, the girl was suddenly regretting her recently acquired feathers, bright red and standing out in the bushes no doubt. She poked her snout a little further through the leaves, just so she could get a better look at the strange wolf. He wasn't very big, a little bit larger than her, but definitely bulkier. Compared to the males of her own tribe, there wasn't a lot different about him, except for maybe that brilliant coat of his. Did that mean he could breathe fire? Or maybe he could pull the sun right out of the sky! The mere fantastic possibility frightened the little dove. What if he saw her and set her on fire?!
Her ebony tipped tail curled between her legs, while the rest of her pressed against the dirt under her. The lass didn't dare make a sound, for fear the strange creature would hear her and find her. She was too young to be eaten! Whiskey coloured eyes were wide with horror as the auburn wolf came closer, peering through the brush. Foreign tongues came flooding from his maw, rumbling vocals she didn't understand. What kind of language was that? Did all the northern wolves speak like that? Her audits trembled, hesitant as to whether she should raise them to try and decipher this strange tongue, or leave them pinned to her crown and save herself from being possibly devoured. One amber optic dared to pry itself open. Oceanic optics stared through the brush, and that eye slammed shut again.
She flattened herself further into the ground, squeezing her eyes shut so that maybe he wouldn't see her. However, the strange beast didn't seem to be leaving. Slowly, her pinched shut throat began to loosen a cinch on her voice. She felt a little bit more air flow into her lungs for a brief moment. "Jọwọ ma ṣe jẹ mi, Emi ko lenu ti o dara!" She cried, her usually soft vocals timid and squeaking with her terror. Squeezing her already petite frame into an even smaller little mass of fluff and feathers. She was going to be eaten for sure.

Dada Shawnee

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Leo

Somnium

age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Medium
posts
510
player
Athena I
11-09-2014, 10:31 PM




He spotted the vibrant feathers moments before what sounded like gibberish to him came spilling out at him. He blinked with confusion and took a step back from the brush. He saw her small gray form now, but he couldn't understand a single thing she was saying. Was that some other kind of language? How was he going to talk to her if they couldn't understand each other? The wheels in his head started turning. He gave her a friendly smile, trying to show that he wasn't dangerous. "Come out," he said again, waving her out with his left forepaw. Would it work? He honestly wasn't sure, but he hoped so.

He sat back on his haunches to wait patiently for her to calm down and hopefully come out. He could tell she was afraid by the way she was pressed tight to the ground, but he couldn't fathom why. Never in his life had he ever had anyone be afraid of him, certainly not when he was making an attempt to be kind anyway. He would love to get to know someone who knew this area and could show him around, but how was he going to do that if she wouldn't talk to him?



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Dada

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
49
size
Small
build
posts
24
player
11-10-2014, 11:53 AM




Her eyes inched open, peering up at the northern beast. The fiery male backed away a pace or two, blinking at her. He bared his teeth in a smile, but it wasn't about to assuage her fear. He was going to eat her, she knew it. He beckoned her forward with a paw, trying to get her out of the brush. Why on earth would she want to do such a thing? And give him the easy opportunity to devour her? She inched backwards instead, hugging the terra under her feet with her belly. More odd tongues flooded from his maw, and she flinched. What was he saying? The ginger male lowered himself onto the sand to wait for her to emerge, probably trying to use his will to force her from the bushes. She pushed her rump through the foliage behind her, intending to disappear into the forest. Yes, she might be safe there. Her strangely wavy coat usually kept the worst of the brambles from shredding her skin, and she doubted this northerner had such traits. But maybe his skin was extra thick, meant to shield him from the worst of his enemies' attacks.
From her newly claimed spot half in and half out of the rear brambles, whiskey coloured optics watched the strange beast. He had bright blue eyes, like many of the wolves of her tribe. They looked strange with his auburn toned pelt, but not in a terribly ugly way. It was just... unusual. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him, waiting for his attack. He was waiting for something. Maybe now was a good time to be bold, and try to scare him away. She could be scary, right? Drawing herself up into a crouch, she jutted her chin out and tried to look intimidating. Which was pretty much impossible for her. "Fi mi nikan, tabi mo yoo ni lati..." She hesitated. What would she do? She wouldn't attack the warmonger wolf, would she? That would be about as smart as jumping into a volcano. Maybe he didn't understand what she was saying, and if she said something that sounded intimidating, he would leave her alone. "Ṣe awọn igi ti kuna isalẹ!" She shouted, narrowing her eyes. Yes, that sounded fairly scary, right?
{OOC: Absolutely not, Dada, you are not scary}.


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