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Post by reckless is a wreck on Aug 7, 2013 19:11:52 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,480,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1296.photobucket.com/albums/ag2/recklessisawreck/02_zpsdf953477.png][scrolly:h(24),w(463),sy] 580 words for nicky. "sorry if this isn't so great- i'm pretty awful at beginning posts.. at least it feels like it, haha. i saw nicky got accepted now! yay! 8)"
[/scrolly] | | [atrb=background,http://i1296.photobucket.com/albums/ag2/recklessisawreck/04_zps3ec74d0d.png][scrolly:h(103),w(456),sy] today hadn't been very eventful for the red wolf- no, lavi spent the day mulling over what he had learned in the past month of so- which was probably the best thing for him to do at this point in time. he needed some rest after the past couple weeks' occurrences. some days in his way of life- the life of a 'recorder'- were eventful, spent examining a specific pack for the majority of the day (since that was his current mission)- dawn until dusk, while other days were laid back and spent on these very cliffs (the canid just loved the scent of the woods below and the constant wind. it was quite relaxing to him) going over the information he had gathered not long before.
lavi always tried to stay out of the way of the pack members- after all, he would eventually be erased from history anyway. he always did his best to remain hidden in the shadows to examine on a more neutral ground, to avoid conflict, though at times he was forced to intrude on a territory to gain the best view and experience. and, some days ago he had been caught by a particularly aggressive member of the nemelist pack. it resulted in quite the unfortunate brawl, especially seeing as the canine had been much larger than the coyote-sized wolf.
the wolf had easily gained the upper hand, not willing to allow lavi to explain or defend himself, with well planned and practiced attacks. it wasn't as if the loner couldn't fight- he could- but he knew when he was outclassed- in addition to the fact that as a recorder, it wasn't a good idea to drag on these kind of spats. he was far from severely injured thankfully, rushing away once he was able to gain his footing back, tail submissively between his legs and his ears flattened against his skull. he did come out with some scrapes and bruises, and he just might have wrenched a muscle in his left knee- giving him a limp (that he still had, even after the couple days that had passed).
so- there it was. the extra-exciting experience of his that made him decide to (ahem, forced) mentally mull over the information he'd learned for the day. it was far from exciting, and lavi would much rather be out, in the field, learning more, rather than going over what he'd already gathered. he'd become a recorder because he wanted to learn. he wanted to know what others didn't. he loved knowledge far more than the typical canid. but the more he had to go over information because of his idiotic mistakes, the less he would gain from being in this area.
pushing himself to his paws, those thoughts were what drove him to make the decision to leave his 'thinking area.' the burning itch of desire- desire to learn and gain knowledge tingling at his paws, driving him forward to return to a different pack territory so that he could learn something new. he didn't get very far though, crashing into another canine as he bolted into the trees, having not been able to hear them over the sound of the strong winds that drove over the cliffside.
stumbling back in surprise after the collision, lavi's bright eyes focused in on the stranger.
"ah! sorry 'bout that! i didn't even see y'there."
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Post by andie&nicky* on Aug 7, 2013 21:19:55 GMT -8
&we’re one of a kind but there’s a catch [/color][/font][/center] Fear was not a word that she used regularly nor was it an emotion that she was used to feeling. But Nicky was not stupid. She was simply wary and cautious when in the woods. It was territory that belong to the wolves and although most wolves viewed coyotes as harmless pests, the wolves of Xarthen were known for their elitism. This had not always been the case, after all, it was called Solace Woods. The current alpha took bloodlines very seriously, shunning even canines that were half-wolf; hybrids. Of course, this was just the word on the street, passed on conversations and opinions that Nicky had heard in town. She considered herself to be rather skilled in the art of eavesdropping and did a great deal of it when wandering through the abandoned and crumbling downtown area of Eastmoor.
Today she was headed nowhere in particular. She had thought that there would be better hunting out here than in town. She had been searching for more variety. She was not going hungry. On the contrary, inside the city limits there were plenty of rodents to be found. However, Nicky found it easy to tire of mice and the occasional rat. After a week or so, they all tasted the same whether or not they were found in a mall, a barn, or a hotel. Squirrels and chipmunks abounded in the forest, digging up old buried caches of food that they had stored for these winter months. They still resembled mice too much for her to make an effort to prey on them. Her wide triangular ears followed their quick movements, skittering across the damp, rotting leaves on the ground and climbing up the trees in hops, skips and jumps.
If she had been of the fearful type, perhaps she would have found the quiet of the woods to be eerie or unsettling. As it was, she simply stayed alert and moved swiftly until she crossed the border. It was possible that the wolves were away on a hunting trip, leaving their usual clearings and dens empty and silent. The Xarthen pack members had marked the border line distinctly and it took some brisk trotting upwind for the thick, pungent smell to disappear entirely. A new scent hit her nostrils on the next inhale and Nicky tried not to look too overeager. Rabbit. Her mouth started watering of its own accord. Suddenly, there was nothing she wanted more than to have rabbit for dinner. She paused to observe her surroundings, her nose twitching intently, eyes sharp and focused. There it was, sitting beneath a fallen tree branch, chewing on a yellow leaf. Nicky exhaled and relaxed her muscles. There were two ways that the rabbit would run. Back into the woods or out where the trees were sparse and ending, towards the cliffs. The wind had picked up considerably since the morning and the direction it was blowing favored her approach.
When she was mere feet away, the rabbit ceased its chomping and flopped its ears in her direction. Nicky was up out of her crouch and running, it seemed, even before the rabbit began to flee. She was right on its heels as it left the woods and bounded for its life out into the clearing. All in all, it was a pretty square hit, a solid collision. Nicky had been run into and not by her prey of choice. The animal to blame did not appear to be appropriately apologetic. “Well it’s a good thing one of us knows what’s going on,” she huffed partially out of irritation, but mostly because in his clumsiness/blindness he’d managed to almost-but-not-quite knock the wind out of her. Her tail was still, held out behind her like a baseball bat. “Where’s the fire, Red?” She wasn’t used to seeing wolves that small. If she hadn’t been a coyote, she might have mistaken him for one. Her focused gaze swung over to his pointed face. Those eyes were interesting enough for her to take note.
She honestly didn’t mind the loss of her warm supper. There would be time for that later. She had no worries on that matter, being confident in her hunting abilities. It had been a while since she’d struck up a conversation with a wolf. A long while. This had the potential to be entertaining, at the very least. It could also prove to be boring and an utter disaster, but Nicky doubted that it would be unless he was a part of Xarthen. He didn’t carry the scent she had crossed at the borders of Solace Wood, so unless he was a very new recruit, she was positive that he was on his own, a loner like she. There would be other rabbits.
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Post by reckless is a wreck on Aug 13, 2013 20:36:51 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,480,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1296.photobucket.com/albums/ag2/recklessisawreck/02_zpsdf953477.png][scrolly:h(24),w(463),sy] 593 words for nicky. "i'm sorry for taking so long :< we're been working on my chicken coop and whatnot these past couple days so i've been pretty busy. sorry this isn't longer, ;u;"
[/scrolly] | | [atrb=background,http://i1296.photobucket.com/albums/ag2/recklessisawreck/04_zps3ec74d0d.png][scrolly:h(103),w(456),sy] lavi couldn't help but grin, teeth showing playfully and amusement dancing in his eyes (he probably looked like a giant goofball at that moment- not that he didn't all of the time). he didn't seem put off by the statement well it’s a good thing one of us knows what’s going on,' stated by the female coyote at all- after all, he really hadn't been paying attention, had he? it was his own damn fault he ran into her and he really found no reason to deny it or feel embarrassed. he was far too excited to get back to observing the packs that really, he hadn't bothered to survey the area (which was quite unusual for the recorder red wolf- he always watched everything, always picked up everything- he had a photogenic memory after all) and make sure there was no danger around. this stranger could have been a threat (though she really didn't seem like it to him) and he wouldn't have known it until it was too late.
how idiotic of him, hm?
frankly, it was quite interesting to run into a coyote, seeing as a few of his ancestors were most likely coyotes- causing his small size (really, he more coyote-sized than wolf-sized. he wasn't sure whether or not to be embarrassed about it or not care at all) and yote-like features. mainly, he'd been experiencing wolves, dogs, the typical and easiest canid to run into around these parts. but here she was- a pretty-looking yote, with big ears, small paws, and a fluffy tail. the word, 'strike! went through the recorder's head, but he refrained from expressing his flirtatious nature right away. this was too much of an opportunity to screw it up with his playful flirting. he wasn't quite sure how she'd take to it and would rather not risk it just yet.
what he knew for sure was that he'd like to learn about her. partially due to the fact she was a coyote and he could link his ancestry to those canids... partially because he was sure she had to have something interesting that was worth knowing.. right? any type of knowledge was worth knowing, every bit was put to good use somehow and linked to the timeline in one way or another. so, letting out a barking laugh, sounding genuinely sheepish and amused- all in one, lavi spoke, tail up confidently. (it was not per se 'dominant' intentions, that was how he typically stood when excited and eager. wolf body language didn't really occur naturally with lavi.)
"there's no fire. i was jus' headin' out to make better use of m'time, y'know? sittin' 'round doesn't quite sit well with me." he wouldn't properly explain himself and his purpose unless the other questioned. it wasn't as if he was secretive about his rank as an observer. he just did not feel the need to expel the information unless asked. therefore, his lips remained figuratively sealed, curious and eager eyes focused completely on the stranger- as well as his attention. when something called for lavi's attention- it seriously did- and held it.
"sorry 'bout your bunny by the way," the red wolf added quickly, as if to not sound rude. he did sound apologetic, though almost humorously so, a sheepish grin spreading across his canid-esque lips and his ears slipping back just slightly to express the feeling outwardly.
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Post by andie&nicky* on Aug 18, 2013 20:42:25 GMT -8
&he wanted to sit by me; i told him it’s a free country [/color][/font][/center] He was interesting. Not that Nicky had conjured up any preconceived notions about him in the few seconds between her words and his reply. She was good at that; not judging or making assumptions based on outward appearances. It was rare for her to meet another canine for the first time without approaching it with an open mind. The male wolf was cheery and a little sheepish when he realized that he had the misfortune of accidentally spooking her meal. The wheels in Nicky's brain turned and let the pins fall into place. So he wasn’t slow on the uptake, their collision had simply been a lapse of alertness, a normal error, not a commonly occurring mistake. That much was unmistakable when she stepped closer and saw the brightness of his eyes. He wasn’t one of those dogs that practically hummed or vibrated with barely controlled excitement, like an overgrown pup. He also wasn't one of those stone-cold animals, when there was such lack of emotion that they could be mistaken for a solid sculpture. The small wolf was expressive enough for her to read without second-guessing and that was certainly something that she could appreciate. In fact, he seemed like someone who would tell her how it was, right to her face, just the way she liked it. The truth hut sometimes, but it was far better for it to sting for a bit than to be babied and carried along on half-hearted, lack-luster speeches. The coyote didn’t just give smiles away for free, but she found that one had slid onto her face before she had the time to think twice about it, meeting his amber-hued gaze with her own.
She looked off in the direction that the rabbit had bolted, wiping the grin off her jaws. It took its sweet time in fading. “You’ll just have to owe me one,” she said, shaking herself off and sitting. Her shoulder stung, most likely because it was where his shoulder had hit it, but it was very muted feeling, like maybe there were only pins and needles in it and she had slept on it for too long. Nicky shrugged both shoulders, a slight rise and fall. She tried not to make it very obvious, moving the large muscle groups in an attempt to loosen them up and feel it out so she could isolate the ache. “So tell me, Red, where are you headed?” she asked. She knew there were a myriad of things that she probably should have asked before taking such a direct route, such as introducing herself, but Nicky didn’t particularly care for small talk. She already knew, by the smell of him, that he had not yet aligned himself with any of the four packs in the area. He seemed friendly enough and she had half a mind to invite herself to tag along with him. It wasn’t like she had anything better to do. She wanted to know and hadn't asked the question just to strike up a conversation. Nicky tried to always know her intentions and never tried to hide them much.
Truth be told, she was running out of things to do. Solitude was fine; peaceful, relaxing, and all that, sure. She had never spent so much time alone before and she would admit to missing some aspects of living in a pack. Not enough to go and a make the rash decision to join one of the Eastmoor packs, but enough that she fancied the idea of consistently being around others, just with a little more independence. Now that she thought about it, Nicky doubted that most packs would even accept a coyote into their ranks. She had yet to even run into her own kind and she had lived here for a while. Long enough to see many different breeds of dogs and even wolves. She didn't mind it. She liked being and uncommon sight to see. The coyote took another slow breath, a gentle inhale and exhale, at ease with her surrounding and company, tail tucked loosely around her hindquarters. She pretty much had her mind made up with this red wolf now. Even if he didn’t want her to come along, how hard would it be to tail him? Not very. He was most definitely the most interesting canine she had met recently. Something told her he'd be worth it to follow.
“You can call me Nicky,” she added as a final afterthought. No one remembered her given name. Mostly because she never told anyone. Even her parents hadn’t called her Veronica. She’d always thought of Nicky as her name, so Nicky it was when she introduced herself to others. The female coyote looked pointedly at him, clearly expecting an even trade; a name for a name. In the grand scheme of things, names didn’t really matter. That was her opinion. It sure made addressing individuals easier when in large groups, she’d give it that much. “Or I could keep calling you Red,” she prompted. “Don’t know about you, but it’s kind of grown on me.” She smirked and rose to her feet, her narrow face angled cheekily in his direction. It was almost a dare, how she had phrased it. Would he take it? She had an inkling that he might. Yes, he was certainly interesting and Nicky liked it.
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