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Post by Molo on Feb 1, 2023 5:22:43 GMT
He had lost track of how long he’d been wandering. Lost count of the days days ago, now. Had it been weeks, already? Two months? Jay wasn’t sure anymore. All he knew was that he’d gone further than he’d ever been from his family before. His connection to them felt all but gone, and he probably would’ve turned back by now, if…
There’d been one clue, only one, provided by some strange group he’d encountered to suggest his wayward son had been through there. They’d spoken of him by name, said he’d stayed with them for a while before venturing onward. If only he’d remained with them longer, this journey would’ve been over. But he hadn’t. It wasn’t. So he continued.
Now, here, in this valley, there were signs of more wolves. At least a few packs, from what he could tell, though Jay’d done his best to avoid them, for now, sticking to the open, unclaimed lands. He hoped to know more about the area and the groups first, before approaching.
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Post by Abyss on Feb 1, 2023 8:11:21 GMT
[googlefont="Caveat"]  NAVI [attr="class","Naviclassscrollbar"] She had been chasing down this rabbit for way longer than she wished to admit. Despite it being so skinny and clearly malnourished, if not also thirsty, this bunny knew what he was doing. He had managed to twist around suddenly and leap out of her grasp at least a couple times already, and she didn’t know whether to feel annoyed or impressed. She was a natural-born rabbit hunter, so it was both fun and angering at the same time when she managed to come across the ones that were a lot more clever than the rest.
Small pale paws carried her across each hill that this rabbit ran, but he was bolting for the even longer grasses further in. Her brows furrowed but her mouth dropped open in a wide smile, determined to catch him in an area with less visibility. Both of them disappeared into the yellow grasses, and though she could only just barely catch him in glimpses of movement, she was right on him.
For a split moment, something caught in her nose, a new scent that wasn’t rabbit. But she was right on him. She leaped, neck craning down and snatching the rabbit at last. But just as she landed, the grasses were coming to an end, and she saw a brightly-colored figure just ahead. She attempted to slow her momentum, and she was successful for the most part, but not entirely. Her paws skidded across the ground, and while she did not completely crash into this other creature, she still bumped into them as she came to a stop.
Navi blinked a few times before she side-stepped away from the other wolf, turning her head with an almost guilty toothy grin on her face.
“Oop! Sorry ‘bout that! This lil bugger was a quick one, kept tryin’ to be sneaky and get away.” She spoke in a half-muffled chuckle through the dead rabbit’s scruff, only then actually opening her sage-colored eyes to find that this other wolf was a somewhat larger male, a tad bigger than herself, with quite the bright pelt. But while his fur was practically blinding, it wasn’t his fur that her attention remained on, as she took notice of something else rather peculiar. The side of the brute that she had bumped into, his face was…different. Rather than her sights meeting the sights of another, she instead found that the eye she initially looked into was nearly pure foggy white, adorned with multiple longer and thinner lines on which there was no fur.
She blinked multiple times and her jaw just barely went agape, allowing the dead rabbit to fall from her maw. She took a step forward, visibly moving and tilting her head as though she were investigating the brute’s face. “Woah. That’s one helluva scar!”
"Navi when she speaks." Or Navi when she thinks. Loner Female 467 | Molo | 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 Molo on Feb 3, 2023 17:05:41 GMT
He heard the sounds of pursuit before he could even so much as catch a glimpse of whoever or whatever was making it. The movement and crackling of the dehydrated golden-brown grasses was a distinct one, and something Jay attempted to alter his path to avoid. He certainly did not need to deal with the fallout of accidentally interrupting and potentially ruining someone’s meal. So he turned about, keeping a lower profile whilst hoping to slip away mostly unnoticed, at least until the chase was done.
Unfortunately, such things all too often were incredibly unpredictable. Suddenly the noise was closer, louder, then the grasses were parting to reveal a taller tawny and brown figure - and that was all he had time to see as the figure very nearly bowled into him head-on. Thankfully, quick reflexes on the part of the stranger and the tiniest bit of evasive action he had time for seemed to avert an outright catastrophe, and instead turned it into a bump.
On his bad side. Instinct prompted him to step back and away, before turning about to face the other, head canted to one side so his good eye could properly study her. Taller woman, slender, a few scars. But Jay thought he could make out a smile upon her countenance behind the rabbit she held. That, coupled with a muffled apology smoothed things over and was enough for him to deem her not an immediate threat.
”All good. Glad y’got him before runnin’ into me. Would’a felt bad if I was the reason ya lost your meal,” he offered in return, mirroring the otherwise amicable tone set forth by the younger lady.
He could feel it, though, before any comment was made - her gaze being drawn towards his sightless eye, studying it. It happened almost every time Jay met someone new, and for the most part he’d learned to anticipate and deal with it, as well as some of the innocuous commentary such an injury generated.
The way she spoke made it sound almost cool, and that was something he could work with. Jay let himself mirror the wry smile he’d been offered. ”Yah? You should see the other guy,” sometimes it was fun to play along, see where things went.
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Post by Abyss on Apr 7, 2023 7:42:19 GMT
[googlefont="Caveat"] NAVI [attr="class","Naviclassscrollbar"] Given the fact that this wolf seemed rather battered and scarred, one would think that Navi’s first instinct would’ve been to get on the defensive, maybe even be wary. But she was the exact opposite. Just from her first overall look of him, he was pretty interesting looking before he even spoke. A wolf with that many scars had to have some pretty good stories to tell, which she was always on the lookout for.
A stroke of luck on her part, this guy didn’t seem hostile. Actually he came off as pretty friendly, expressing an almost remorseful remark for if he had caused a twist in her otherwise bustling hunt, which he didn’t. “Nah, even if he had gotten away, I probably coulda caught up to’em. Gotta be fast when huntin’ them rabbits.”
Yet another stroke of luck for her, her own blatant and insensitive call-out of the scar that adorned the white wolf’s eye hadn’t set him off in any way, as far as she could tell. He almost seemed to shift the topic in an amusing direction. So maybe it really was a fun story? Or it was just a memory he looked back on with a laugh. Or maybe not. Either way, he didn’t seem angry that she brought it up.
“I can only imagine! Looks pretty rough. I bet that took forever ta heal up.” She thought just for a moment of her own scars, considering which took the longest to heal over. She couldn’t remember exactly how long each had taken, but she could only assume that the scratches across her shoulder had taken the longest. Probably somethin’ to do with like more muscle exposed or exposure to dirt or somethin’. She didn’t linger on it though.
“S’it a story you’d be willin’ to tell, if ya got time? I love listenin’ to people’s stories. Gives em more character.” She offered a toothy grin, glancing down for a moment and scooping up the lifeless rabbit under its torso and lifting it just a tad with her paw. “I’ll share ma rabbit with ya?”
It was only in that moment that it clicked in her head that she was trying to get to know this new wolf but hadn’t actually established a solid start yet. Not after almost knockin’ the poor guy out. “Oh yeah! I’m Navi, by the way.”
"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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