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Post by Molo on Sept 18, 2022 2:44:14 GMT
He’d only heard of this place, through whispers or conversations of others, before now. Even being out on his own, the former Sanzin hadn’t quite been brave enough to venture here, not until now, that was. The towering mass of a tree that stood before him was no doubt ancient. It had likely seen many generations of their kind, and would continue to stand long after he and anyone else alive now would last.
It was.. kind of neat to look at, in the waning light of day. It was also intriguing to think about it, the history. But aside from that, it wasn’t anything more than a tree. He didn’t feel any kind of sacredness spiritual connections, or whatever the hell else was supposed to be going on here. At the end of the day, it was just an old tree.
Or maybe you’re just not good enough. Definitely true. And quite possible, if that spiritual stuff was legit. He was damned to experience the harsher side of what awaited after this life, that was one of the few things Jethro was sure of.
It sure seemed like others had been around here at least somewhat recently as well. That meant it was probably better if he moved on before too long. He definitely didn't need to risk being spotted by a former packmate. Or by any of the other pack wolves, for that matter.
--short, random open
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Post by Burn on Sept 18, 2022 6:48:50 GMT
CALAVERAS He had been exploring the plains as he often did when he had spotted it; the large, expansive oak that grew on a little hill, seemingly in the center of everything, as if it was watching over the entire valley. The guardian tree had drawn Calaveras in, curious of its majesty. He had heard only rumors of it from the wolves of Vertok and seen it in the distance on hunting trips, but as he approached with whiskey eyes glued to the high branches, it was the first time he'd seen it up close. Twisting roots, gnarled bark around the thickest trunk, and branches stretching so far that it shaded a good portion of the hill. to say the man was awe-struck was an understatement. Sure, there were old trees in the plains he was from, but never any of this magnitude. Casual and curious, the brown fellow sniffed around the roots and inspected the condition of the oak. He found it relieving that the old tree didn't appear to be suffering from the drought, and even had green still in its leaves. No doubt the oak had seen many droughts before over hundreds of years, and surely it could survive many more. However, he did smell wolves quite strongly and wondered if someone was taking care of the tree if that was even possible. There were old and new scents and some very faint, old tracks intermingling with the roots. Interesting. Calaveras moved closer, weaving through the high and low limbs, an eye on the ground. Only as he walked under an arching root did his eyes raise, to the surprise of a wolf standing right there on the other side of the tree. "Ah!" He stopped short, having thought he was alone at the pinnacle of the valley. Surprise quickly turned to a casual, friendly smile across his scruffy face. "Howdy 'ere, yer checkin' this tree out, too?" He greeted amiably, his western drawl thick. He took only two steps closer to remove himself from the dense roots, keeping himself in a calm posture, tail hung loose and expression lax. The wolf was a mixture of dark browns much like himself, although a tad smaller - not to say Calaveras himself was necessarily large, the main difference was his bulkier build between the two. He watched curiously for a moment, before politely looking back up to the branches overhead. Hi I'm stealing this, I've been meaning to thread with you for so long! Meet Calaveras hehehMolo |
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Post by Molo on Nov 10, 2022 23:53:53 GMT
It couldn’t have been more appropriate that the face of a stranger would appear at this very moment - his typical bad luck. The former Sanzin tensed, eyes narrowing, heart already beginning to race in anticipation of conflict or a need to run. Maybe both. Although Arsa had demonstrated that not everyone was like his former pack, he’d be damned if he trusted anyone else based on one chance encounter. Especially since Arsa was gone now. He was on his own again. A quick sniff indicated he carried the scents of others - possibly a pack wolf. Not Sanzin at least, but Jet didn’t care to take a chance. This one was not gargantuan, as Arsa had been, but was still significantly larger, because of freaking course he was. Everyone Jet had ever met outweighed him, the puny Sanzin runt. A lot of things would’ve been much different if they hadn’t. To top it all off, the other had a weird voice. Though, it sounded like he was trying to be friendly? Asking about the tree. Either way, Jethro couldn’t bring himself to do more than blink and stare for a couple of moments. His paws itched to move on, and so he decided to oblige and quickly angled away from the stranger, setting forth at a not-quite-jogging pace. Though not so far as to show his back, because he was not stupid and that’d just be asking for trouble. ”Was. Not anymore, all yours now.” He offered curtly over his shoulder, content to leave the other to the tree and dismiss himself from this situation, for he hadn’t any desire to entertain company or conversation. —- exit Jet unless Cal attempts to physically block or stop him.
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Post by Burn on Dec 29, 2022 6:04:03 GMT
CALAVERAS Well... he could only politely gaze at the leaves overhead for so long before he started to look crazy, and when he received no answer, those whiskey colored eyes lowered back to the man with curiosity. Was he...frozen up? An unkempt brow furrowed, a little worried he had scared the smaller feller. "...yer okay 'ere, bud? 'Ah didn't mean to startle ya," Calaveras offered, a gentle attempt to nudge something out of the feller. Wait... maybe they couldn't understand him? He sometimes had that problem, with wolves finding his southern drawl funny sounding or hard to understand. His dark ears air-planed as he considered, both uncertain and apologetic. But then, quite abruptly, the stranger turned from him, and offered a terse form of departing. "Ah... alrighty, then," Cal really hadn't meant to scare the feller. "I reckon I'm sorry?" He tried to - questioningly - apologize, but by then the stranger was going and gone. Well... that was int'resting. The western man couldn't exactly say he understood it, but, he reckoned he didn't necessarily have to. It was strange, but it was what it was, and he figured that he should probably be heading back towards Vertok territory, anyways. Perhaps it was for the best. And with one last glance towards the direction of the retreating stranger, Calaveras turned and headed on his way, jogging back over the skyline of the hill. Absolutely no worries! No thread has to be lengthy, still fun nonetheless <3Molo |
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