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Post by Abyss on Mar 31, 2022 1:48:41 GMT
 NAVI There was nothing like the feeling of wind moving through your fur. Something about it was always so freeing, like you were flying in the limitless sky. It reminded her of home.
She could feel a brush against the fur of her ears, a cool nose nuzzling against her cheek. The scent, or rather jumble of scents, was comforting, no matter how chaotic. She leaned into the feeling, a content sigh leaving her maw. She felt the brush against her ears once more, though this time it was not in her dream. As it faded to black and her eyes began to open, she found she was still in darkness. Sage green eyes blinked away the drowsy blurriness of sleep, glancing around her only to find that no one was there. Internally, she felt a pang of disappointment.
Then, almost on cue, there was another brush, the breeze swirling around her muzzle before continuing on its way. She blinked a few times, but a warm smile formed on her maw. With a brief stretch, she stood from where she rested in the tree she had designated as her temporary place of residence. She leaped down the branches, stopping as she reached the final one, glancing down at the mangled end of the branch with a chuckle. Unfortunately, the male she had met just the day before was not there. But she had a feeling he wasn’t far.
Though, it wasn’t him she sought out in this case. With another push and pull on her fur, her paws touched the ground and carried her in a steady trot into the woods, following the flow of the wind. Like a siren’s call, she could hear the whispers of her family on the breeze, leading her wherever they pleased. Her pace quickened just slightly as a light appeared in the distance.
As she reached the treeline, she stopped. Out before her stretched the endless hills and plains of open meadow, basked in silver moonlight that nearly disguised the dry grasses that grew within it. The open sky, the vast fields, the tall grass. It was all so familiar. A shimmer floated across the grasses as the wind twirled and flowed through it, the sound like a comforting howl in her ears.
A large smile crossing her face and a twinkle in her eye, the auburn she-wolf leaped forward, running in a quick but calm cycle into the plains. She could feel the grass pulling at her legs and the wind brushing under, through, and over her pelt. She could feel the coolness that the moon brought overhead hitting her back. The sound, the feeling, the smell. All of it was so…soothing.
Her paws took her up hill for a few moments, and as she reached the top, she stopped, looking out over the plains. Limitless forest expanded all behind her and to her right. Another smaller and darker forest appeared in the far distance. The meadow laid before her, empty, yet beautiful. And, in the much farther distance, she thought she saw the faint glimmer of the ocean. She took in a deep breath, letting the wind swirl around her and carry all it had to offer into her nose.
It was then that she caught a scent(s) in the midst. Her eyes opened and she peered around herself. Someone was nearby, but who, she wasn’t sure. Another wolf, maybe multiple, she was sure. It took a minute, but she did spot a dark shape(s) approaching from one side.
A smile pulled at her maw and her tail wagged a tad at the thought of meeting someone new.
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Post by Burn on Mar 31, 2022 6:38:43 GMT
CALAVERAS The stars were beautiful tonight. Alongside the moon above, they seemed to guide his every step through the tall grass laden in silver. These plains were exactly like his home; vast, dry, empty. That's one reason why he had come here, to escape from the mountains for a time. He loved his home in the Vertok, at least...he liked it enough, but sometimes the tight caverns and steep valley walls made him feel claustrophobic, and homesick for the wide open meadows where he could see for miles, and the open sky stretched forever to each horizon.
The other reason he came here was to hunt. There was a gentle yet noticeable breeze sweeping over the rolling hills; it smelled sweet and fresh, and such a relief from the blazing heat that had been punishing the valley for months. With it carried the scent of pronghorn - a good-sized prey for a lone wolf - and something else. Calaveras tilted his scruffy muzzle upwards, taking in all the information he could. Another wolf, female, maybe? Not too far ahead. Well, it hardly went along with his plans for the night, but if he found them, perhaps some company in this lonesome prairie would do the solemn man some good. Whiskey eyes flitted to the crest of the hills before him, and it was then that he saw a small shape darting into sight. He couldn't see many details in the dark, so it could have been his pronghorn, but he assumed it was the she-wolf he had scented.
Calaveras started off up the hill in a lax stride, with his frayed fur swaying in the breeze and his tail carried low behind him. He wasn't very concerned about this wolf, aggressive or not, and showed no fear nor hostility in his demeanor. As he approached, it was soon proven that he truly had nothing to fear, as the woman greeted him with a hearty hello.
"Why, hello there, miss," With an amiable tone, his voice spoke in a rich southern accent, drawing out each vowel. Paired with a calm smile, Calaveras waved his tail against his hocks, stopping just before the female. "A fine night for wanderin', it seems."
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Post by Abyss on Feb 1, 2023 8:09:44 GMT
[googlefont="Caveat"] NAVI [attr="class","Naviclassscrollbar"] It seemed that she was in luck, running into the second wolf of the day. She couldn’t deny that she was excited, as the first wolf she had encountered today had been a rather friendly and humorous little male who…she…thought…she remembered the name of…it didn’t matter, she was meeting someone new!
Seeing this wolf approach, the details were hard to make out in the dark, but from what she gathered from the scent she vaguely caught this was another male. And, just from the dark silhouette she could see, he was a bit bulkier than the first. She also spotted a pair of light-colored eyes in the dark, ones that she only assumed were friendly.
The male greeted her with a deeper voice and an accent, one almost like her own, but maybe a bit thicker. He seemed friendly enough, maybe she’d be lucky and have yet another kind-hearted conversation.
“Runnin’ through a big ol field with the stars above your head is always a fine night forra stroll.” The femme turned and lifted her head, sage-colored gaze looking to the little bright dots in the sky. Though, admittedly, she was a tad disappointed, her maw shifting into more of a sideways frown. So many times she had seen the sky full of bright color in the past, but she had not seen that yet in her little bit of time here.
“I just wish it was brighter up there, tonight anyway. I’ve seen the night sky be fulla bright blues and even brighter stars, always so pretty.” Navi’s head tilted to the side a bit, turning just enough to side-eye the brute who stood alongside her. “Ey, you live round here? Yur sky ever look like that?”
"Navi when she speaks." Or Navi when she thinks. Loner Female 288 | Burn | Notes [newclass=.Naviclassscrollbar]margin-right:5px;width:360px;height:340px;background-color:rgb(250, 250, 250, 0.5);margin-top:-400px;overflow:auto;text-align:justify; padding: 10px;float:right;[/newclass] [newclass=.Naviclassscrollbar::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:vertical]border-radius: 5px; background: linear-gradient(to bottom, #743f1d, #d78653);[/newclass] [newclass=.Naviclassscrollbar::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; background-color: #eac3ab;[/newclass] |
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Post by Burn on Feb 6, 2023 4:40:44 GMT
CALAVERAS The tone of the woman's voice brought instant ease to Calaveras, and her accent, being a might similar to his own, gave him a feeling of kinship. He chuckled, light and warm, as he made his way a little closer and plopped down on his flank. "'Ah couldn't agree more," There truly was nothing like open grasslands and a clear night sky, even with rolling hills like the ones here. Though he had to admit, he would much rather have it all be completely flat, to where the sky would blanket the land to each horizon. What the gal said next instilled a feeling of nostalgia.
"Ah' am. Ah'm from the Vertok pack, ov'r yonder," he nodded his scruffy head towards the direction of the mountains, rising high and cutting into the stars. "But 'Ah ain't from this valley. Where 'Ah'm from 'ere ain't so many hills, the sky stretches fer'ever. Lot more stars that way, lot richer blues ov'rhead." He hadn't thought about it much, to be honest, but he certainly had noticed. Especially when he had first come to this valley. It was a change that took a while to get used to - going from dry flatlands to steep mountains and forests and feeling almost trapped in a pit with tall mountains surrounding all but one direction. For a moment, he wondered just what he'd left behind.
Ah, but reminiscing wasn't what brought him here. "Names Calaveras, by the way," He said in a polite tone, breaking his gaze from the stars and bringing whiskey eyes to the red stranger. "Ah came out 'ere to hunt, was followin' the scent of some pronghorn." He then took a moment to look the woman over. He couldn't make out much in the dark, but she certainly looked sprier than he assumed he did. "Yer could join me, but... pronghorn be purty quick, so only if yer up to the challenge." A friendly yet daring smile tugged at the man's lips, thinking himself clever, but never arrogant. He wasn't much of a match for such swift beasts, after all, and if this gal wanted to help, he'd be happy to split the reward. |
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Post by Abyss on Apr 7, 2023 7:45:18 GMT
[googlefont="Caveat"] NAVI [attr="class","Naviclassscrollbar"] It was definitely comforting knowing that she had run into another who enjoyed looking up at the sky, and someone who seemed to like the open plains. She also obviously couldn’t look or hear past his accent, as it was similar to her own but much heavier. It was always a lot of fun running into new people who were a lot like yourself.
He stated that he was indeed from this valley, also naming and gesturing as to which pack he was from. He mentioned the name ‘Vertok’. That was the same pack the male from earlier had talked about too. Though he had been a loner, so he didn’t really know much about the packs. At least now, running into an actual pack wolf, maybe she could get a sense of direction within the valley, figure out where everything was. She was going to explore everywhere, even if she didn’t know where she was, but having a general idea would be a good boost.
But he continued, saying that he wasn’t originally from this valley, which caught her attention. As an adventurer, she always loved hearing about other places in the world she had never seen or been to before. And the idea of open plains with open starry blue skies that weren’t her own homeland? She could dream of a place like that. Then again, the place she was from was just like that. Was this guy from her own valley? She didn’t recognize him or his scent, so there was a chance that he could be and she had just never been aware of him. Or there could be another valley that was similar to her own, which she had no doubt that there was.
“My homeland’s like that too. Expansive fields, tall grasses, open skies fulla stars and colors. Never seen’a place more beautiful than that.” A thoughtful smile crossed her maw, thinking of her home. Sometimes she considered turning and heading back that way, going to see her family again, going back to her true home. But she had so many places she wanted to go, places she wanted to see. If she was gonna return home some day, she wanted to come back with an endless supply of stories to tell her family.
Her ears flicked when the brute introduced himself, and her attention lifted back to him, though her brows furrowed. “Cal..ah..vernas…” The red-furred femme tried to sound out the name, but she did struggle a tad. She seemed to focus on it for a minute, but her face shifted into more of an unbothered expression, a leg lifting and her paw swiping casually at the air, dismissing her own troubles. “Eh, I ain’t great with names, but I’ll figure it out.” She chuckled, putting her leg back down and turning back to him. “I’m Navi. Not quite as much ova mouthful.”
She listened as he mentioned that he was actually out here to hunt, which she couldn’t deny she was interested in. She hadn’t actually eaten much today…she should probably do that. And if this guy was offering…
She cackled at his words, her tail flicking behind her. “Pronghorn? A challenge? I grew up huntin’ them suckers, and they ain’t no match for me. Bring it on!” The auburn she-wolf jumped to her feet and trotted forward, nose breathing in to try and find the trail he claimed he had been following. “Where we headin’ Cavernous?”
"Navi when she speaks." Or Navi when she thinks. Loner Female | Notes [newclass=.Naviclassscrollbar]margin-right:5px;width:360px;height:340px;background-color:rgb(250, 250, 250, 0.5);margin-top:-400px;overflow:auto;text-align:justify; padding: 10px;float:right;[/newclass] [newclass=.Naviclassscrollbar::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:vertical]border-radius: 5px; background: linear-gradient(to bottom, #743f1d, #d78653);[/newclass] [newclass=.Naviclassscrollbar::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; background-color: #eac3ab;[/newclass] |
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Post by Burn on Aug 19, 2023 4:14:14 GMT
CALAVERAS The earthen man listened to this woman describe her homeland, his expression calm with ears perked slightly in interest and warm eyes keen. It sounded much like his own home: wild and vast where your eyes could wander the horizon forever, seemingly no end to the swaying gold grass, and just a few high rises of sandstone peaks and old, gnarled junipers. Only, except there had been an end to those great plains. Calaveras had traveled through woodlands, small grasslands of rolling green grass, and tall, majestic firs, having found himself here and surrounded by enclosing mountains. It wasn't bad, but it made him curious why anyone would ever leave a place like home. "It souns' right beautiful. I reckon it ain't none of mah business, but if yer don't mind me askin', why'd you leave?" A large part of him didn't expect an answer. Speaking from his own experience, leaving home wasn't always on good standards and could be a sensitive, unwanted thing to talk about, and that's okay. After all, he had just met this woman, and he didn't for a minute expect her to talk about such things with a stranger. He made sure to keep his expression neutral to subtly express this- smile faint, so as not to seem too eager, brow relaxed, eyes kept on the sky above them - gorgeous, no matter where they were.
Calaveras watched as the woman of red tried to pronounce his name before he had to turn away with a snicker and a smirk that touched his eyes. Well, he couldn't say that was a first. After she waved it off, he spoke up with an alternative. "Jus' 'Cal' werks, too, if that's any aiser." He offered with a light-hearted smile. Her own introduction brought another soft chuckle from him. "It sher is. It's mah pleasure, miss Navi." Testing her name out as well, Calaveras gave a polite tip of his head to his new friend.
Cal's grin widened as he watched Navi let out a cackle, finding himself amused. “Pronghorn? A challenge? I grew up huntin’ them suckers, and they ain’t no match for me. Bring it on!” He couldn't help but guffaw lightly, appreciating the woman's attitude. "Wal, al'aight, then!" He drawled, rising with her as she jumped to her paws; his movements were much slower, more relaxed, but no less eager. He padded up next to the... taller? He hadn't noticed that before - woman, just as she asked where they were heading. It was easy enough to pick up on the pronghorn's scent with a quick sniff, and the man quickly calculated how far away they might be. The landscape stretching below the hill they stood on was immense enough, he guessed, but it surely wasn't enough to host more than a few herds. They faced the one part of the valley where mountains dipped into an expanse of salty water, so he assumed the herd couldn't be too far ahead on the rolling hills. "They'd likely be restin' raight now, chewin' their cud 'fore they graze fer a bit an' rest agin 'fore sunrise." He explained his thought process aloud. If Navi had been hunting pronghorn all her life as she claimed before, then it's likely that she already knew this. But Cal was a hunter, and a fine tracker if he did say so himself, it was his job to know these things. "I reckon they'll be on that there ridge over yonder," He nodded his head toward it; a gentle rise across the way from them that appeared to slope down towards an old, dried river. "Out in the open so they can see anythang comin', neah wha'ever water maight be left down there."
With a friendly smile, Calaveras gestured his head for Navi to follow him, and he set off into a steady, swinging jog. "Now, I ain't of the quickest sort, but I've been ableta outrun 'em from tirin' 'em out alone." The Rook shared with her. After all, hunts were always more successful when you knew your partners tactics and abilities. "But if you can run 'em down an' grab one long 'nough for meh to catch up, I know I got a'nough endurance to bite an' hold on." |
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