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Post by Belle on Feb 2, 2013 16:14:33 GMT -5
[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=82003D] It was late and, technically, most everyone was suppose to be asleep, but that didn't seem to matter to Belle. Most of the others were sleeping quietly in their dens, lost in their dreams, but the small, brown-furred pup was having no part of that. With her tail wagging practically at a mile a minute, her hindquarters trembling faintly along with her tail, she happily clambered out of the somewhat steep tunnel that led to the entrance of the labyrinth of caves and dens. She could hear the soft but loud rushing of water as it poured out into the lake that she and her packmates considered home. Beyond the wall of water, the night sky was heavily clouded, hiding the numerous stars that normally littered it's dark depths. The moon, though, continued to peek through breaks in the heavy clouds, offer it's silvery light from time to time. But, for the most part, the caves were shrouded in darkness that made most everything hard to see.
That didn't stop the young retromorph, though. Pausing for a moment at the entrance of the cave, Belle silently stared at the rushing wall of water, her head tilted off to her left side. Her soft pink tongue limply hung out of the side of her jaws. The small pup had never actually been out from her den during these dark hours and she wondered if there would be any new creatures out at that time. She was always spending her time looking for new friends during the day, but what if she had been missing friends who went out after dark? The thought of meeting someone new excited her and she was ready to crawl out from behind the never-ending waterfall. That is, she was until a sudden movement in the corner of her caught her attention.
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Post by Bennett on Feb 23, 2013 13:04:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 498px; height: 686px; background-image:url(http://i46.tinypic.com/2lu776c.png)] The sun had dropped below the tree-line hours ago. The serrated black of distant trees set against a diamond encrusted velvet tapestry, where the only conceivable light fell from the moon in silver-cold puddles, leaving voids of dark behind rock and trunk alike. A cold breeze, cold enough to bring tears to the eyes and freeze them as they fell, whipped around the endlessly plummeting waters of the falls. Rocks soaked and awash with clinging algae cast long shadows that bled into the black of the cave-mouth beyond them. It was quiet. Dusk brought with it sounds that were distorted beyond recognition, and echoes that drew mere whispers of nature into drawn out groans and menacing cackles.
There was a presence despite the desolation; that made no sound other than a click of nails against granite- a flash of gold and a lick of copper that hopped with sure footing across the slip-slide of the rocks that dressed the lakeside. It was just like him to hunker down for the night on the borders of pack territory. Something Ben relished above all things was to be as far from the hustle and bustle as he could possibly get. Though interaction was a long toothed beast that taunted him on so many occasions, he had managed to develop certain coping strategies that usually, more often than not, involved his own exclusion from areas of population; of course entirely of his own accord. Bennett wasn’t anything of a sociopath, as such; there was just no way of controlling the ultimate state of awkward that seemed to lounge comfortably around him at any given opportunity.
The day had whipped past him, the hours and minutes melted into a literal sliver that slipped through his fingers. After a hard day of doing pretty much nothing, seeing as most forest creatures were sheltering from bitter cold, he’d found a nook just to the east edge of the waterfall. It had been a veritable sun spot during the day and he had observed, having woken up from his nap that it became a sheltered, warm cove at night. It was undeniably perfect. He’d dexterously caught a couple of sizeable pike from the shallows and had piled them neatly out of reach of others, concealed them from view and was now picking through the shrapnel that the heavy fall of water had discarded on impact. The ebony plane end of his snout rarely left the ground, and when it did its sampling of the breeze marching past him remained clearly important.
He couldn’t help but feel unsettled, because whilst the majority of information his sensitive nose picked up was damp moss and the earthy, stagnant silt of the caves and surrounding area, there was another that became all too apparent. Sure enough, just as he hopped half down onto another rocky outcrop just the other side of the lake, his keen eye settled on the form of a small brown dog. Ben narrowed his eyes and huffed a soft breathy growl that barely touched his voice box as it whistled between his lips. Half on one rock and half on another he shuffled forwards ever so slightly. Slowly he squared his stance, carefully pulling all four limbs into a balanced position on the same rock, the pads of his feet compressed due to a veritable poised position. Inching forwards, his breath steady despite repeatedly sniffing and processing what the breeze had to offer in the way of information, he lifted his head with ears pricked and the deep amber of his eyes settled on the small creature as it emerged-
"...Shouldn’t you be in bed, missy?" He offered gruffly, tilting his head to his right shoulder and taking another careful step towards the edge of the rock on which he was perched.
"S’a bit late for you to be out on your own." Ben grumbled gently, dropping to his seat bones heavily and curling his tail around him neatly- "Trouble’ll find you before you find it."
He thought over what he'd just offered by means of a conversation starter and despite the monotone, level delivery and the somewhat gruff, worn edge to his voice that seemed to remain through all emotions... he actually sounded wise. At this point, his own words felt alien to him and he yawned somewhat in embarrassment, before sliding his weight down into a Sphinx position, his chin dropped to his paws as he regarded the tiny pup with a certain degree of quiet disdain.
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"I'm hiding something you don't know"
Retromorph
NEWBLET
Seeker
INVENTORY Skills Empathy
Weapons 6" MA II Tactical Knife || Persian-Style Knife || Ninja Throwing Knives
pets Irish Sports Horse named Boomerang
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Post by Madison on Feb 23, 2013 14:50:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 498px; height: 750px; background-image:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/10yghv4.png)] Madison tentatively stepped into the catacombs, not liking the echoing sound of the occasional drop of water landing on the hard, stony floor beneath her paws. The moon lit the inside of the catacombs, making the cavernous space look even more creepy. What was she even doing up at this time anyway? Well, even Madison herself didn't know the anwser to that question. Suddenly, she felt something drip onto her back, making her shoot forwards until she realised it was only cavern water. Now in the catacombs, she made herself walk forwards, her small, padded paws hardly making an impact on the dust littering the ground.
These past few days had gone past slowly and uneventful. She had run into a German Shepard shifter about a week ago but that meeting quickly pasted meaning she was bored and stranded so tried to make her way back to the Nilda lake. She did...finally but it took a long time for the small creature she is and she had to take cover several times for carnas and other potential life-enders.
Making her way through the labyrinth of tunnels, she heard a faint sound. A faint sound that sounded like someone speaking. She ducked behind a rock, flitting from one to another. The last thing she wanted to do was die but then again, who did want to die without being incurably ill?
Madison's mind was babbling again so she moved onto a different topic to think about - who was 'the voice'? It had to be a Nilda as no other group member would dare come close to our boarders. We may only be a group of retromorph canines but we can still fiercely attack intruders. Unless...'the voice' was a different group member because they know that we don't stay up during the night. Now Maddi was scared. Then she thought something else. Unless, the person speaking was mad and was talking to himself, he had to be with someone so he was either threatening a Nilda walkabout or there was another group member with him. Her mind was screaming at her to turn around and get out of there but Madison was too curious to do as she was told. She kept walking, hiding behind anything big enough to hide behind but being a swift fox, she could literally hide behind anything. |
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Post by Belle on Feb 23, 2013 15:21:34 GMT -5
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"...Shouldn’t you be in bed, missy?"
Out of pure instinct and reaction, the fur along her shoulders bristled faintly at the sound of the voice that came from beside her. Moving quite clumsily, Belle jumped around to face this new comer, her ears standing erect as much as they possibly could. Despite her efforts to keep them straight like many of her other pack member's ears were, her ears always bent at the middle no matter what she did. And, this was no exception as her soft brown eyes stared up at the golden-pelted canine. Eyes sparkling even in the dim lighting, Belle shuffled around on her paws for a moment as one of her pack's predators stepped up to her. Yes, this male had been on of the canines that she believed was 'friends' with her, though really she only knew him by name. She knew nothing of him and had spent only a few other times with him in a brief passing of words whether it be a short greeting or scolding.
"Bennett," she cheered, her tail wagging once more behind her as she bounced around at his feet. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you since...," she trailed off as she suddenly stopped her motions, blinking as she tried to recall how long it had been. Her ears twitched back faintly before she suddenly slumped back onto her haunches, tilting her head faintly as she thought. "Uh...since I last saw you," she finally decided on her answer, smiling back up at the male. At that point, Bennett's words had completely left her mind, his questions and statements having simply gone through one ear and out the other. No, she was much to excited to have been able to sneak out of her den without getting caught to be paying attention. As the golden-furred dingo laid down in front of her, the small brown pup suddenly bounded back onto her paws, her tongue rolling out the corner of her jaw as she jumped back on her hind paws before trying to jump onto him.
"Did you find anything cool out there? Did you fight any mean shifters? Did you bring me back anything," she suddenly began firing off, her questions simply flooding over her lips much like the waterfall that poured its water into the lake below. No, she was not close to this male, but she sure did not make it appear as though they were not close friends. As her paws pressed against her side, Belle began to bury her muzzle into his fur, giggling before she jerked up for a moment, her little black nose twitching. "Do you smell that?"
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Post by Bennett on Mar 18, 2013 16:38:39 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 498px; height: 686px; background-image:url(http://i46.tinypic.com/2lu776c.png)] Ben couldn’t help but quirk his brow quizzically at Belle. Quite how he had managed to end up being the nursemaid figure was beyond him, but none the less he seemed to be slowly acquiring a brood that appeared to need some sort of protection from him. The young canine before him was no different, because though Ben revered interaction and social situation, there was that strongly protective and paternal streak in him that he had never truly acknowledged. The youths of the group tended to bring that out in him, much to his utter distaste. No matter how many he took under his wing, more seemed to arrive and his wing stretched to accommodate them as required. Give him his due, he might be an unlikely babysitter in many ways, but he unwittingly did a good job. Something about his patience capacity being at a much higher threshold than anyone else’s, that seemed to help.
The energy that the little sprite seemed to harbour was endless and it was something of an amusement to him. As it stood, the dingo merely regarded her with a cool demeanour and offered a soft huff of a sigh that barely skirted his lips. The warm, rich hues of his eyes dropped gently against the puppy’s increasingly excited expression.
"Oh, I’ve been around." He chuckled- "You best be careful, or I’ll tell Gaunt on you... its only my job after all." His expression altered a fraction, a teasing half-smile etched itself across his maw, stretching to be captured as a warm glint in molten honey eyes.
"Best you keep your beak out of my affairs squirt..." He grunted at length- "Hunter business. Top secret." Had he had a finger, he’d have tapped his nose but as it stood, his lip lifted in a mock sneer before he winked playfully. He shifted his weight ever so slightly to alter the angle of his chin against his paws. He tucked the pale point of his muzzle down against his forelimb to better regard the small creature that bobbed on the spot before his eyes, the shining black of his nose trembled with interest, and his ears pricked to the extent that what little light there was could be seen in a well carved sliver between them.
Suddenly, Ben’s eyes shot open and he practically yelped. The sound bounced torturously from wall to wall in an echo that all but betrayed their whereabouts.
"...Oomph! Easy, kid!" Ben chuckled lightly, his shoulders shaking with the effort of keeping his laughter under control. Serious face was clearly required for some unknown reason. He didn’t really have the chance to react. Before he knew it he was being nose nudged into tomorrow. Bennett was quite literally being tenderized by the determined, playful jabbing of a small snout into his side. The blunted end of a muzzle and the tiny well aimed pressure from pads pummelling, pressed firmly into his relaxed stomach and between his ribs. Ben squirmed helplessly, the wiry brush of his tail flagging lazily as he flopped out onto his side with a languid yawn-
"I caught fish... but I sense that my bounty isn’t nearly good enough for you princess." He muled with sparse amusement, stretching his neck out and straightening his legs out in a blissful muscle extension that pulled the terminal words of his sentence into a sensual slur before he relaxed with a soul-filled huff.
The pause in tolerated attentions was enough for Ben’s attention to slip fluidly back to where it needed to be. His hackles pricked uncomfortably and betrayed his otherwise relaxed demeanour. His snout twitched, glinting in the dim light that reached just beyond the mouth of the cave. Pale silver light cast from a maturing moon that cast ever thinning, ever lengthening shadows. He snorted lightly in response to Belle’s query. A curt ear flick was all that signified that he had heard anything approaching their position. There was something there, for certain. The scent was strong over the overwhelming whiff of pup, and the undeniable masking of gushing water and earthy moss-
"...Y’know, I don’t care who you are-" He growled, slowly lifting his head from the ground and pulling himself effortlessly into a sternal recumbency- "You either get your ass into the light where I can see you-" The rumble in his throat seemed to crescendo, his ears flattened a fraction and his hackles stood to attention, appearing as a stripe of darker hair along his spine and over his shoulders. He, however, remained still, his tail flagging assertively behind him against damp rock-
"...Or I come and get you." He lifted his muzzle to test the air, shifting a fraction in his neatly arranged position- "Think fast."
See? Protective streak. Aggression really wasn't an aspect of his personality that surfaced regularly but, let's just say that it appeared when it was required.
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"I'm hiding something you don't know"
Retromorph
NEWBLET
Seeker
INVENTORY Skills Empathy
Weapons 6" MA II Tactical Knife || Persian-Style Knife || Ninja Throwing Knives
pets Irish Sports Horse named Boomerang
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Post by Madison on Apr 9, 2013 21:45:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 498px; height: 750px; background-image:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/10yghv4.png)] She froze in place as the young pup turned in her direction. She noticed the change of character in the coyote too, realising she'd been sought out. Trying with all her might, she kept her breathing slow and steady so it was quiet but her fear made her back bristle as the coyote spoke. His words echoed around the large, empty space, making the fox jump.
"...Y’know, I don’t care who you are. You either get your ass into the light where I can see you or I come and get you Think fast."
His words scared the hell out of her and she knew Bennett would outmatch her. Madison considered running but the canine had longer legs than her and would easily catch her. Secondly, Madison thought of revealing herself but hardly anyone knew who she was so didn't really fancy that either. Hiding was an option but the coyote had noticed her from this distance so he'd easily find her without another scent to confuse him. Maybe she could shift - she'd stand a better chance against him them but the way he cared for the pup...Madison could trick him into thinking she was a pup too! Swift foxes are very uncommon creatures and they look a little like cubs.
Choosing her decision, she whimpered softly but loud enough for Bella and Bennett to hear. Madison stepped from behind the boulder to show her tiny, fluffy body. She whimpered again, speaking quietly. "Please sir...don't hurt me..." She stepped closer to the pup and the coyote so the moonlight caught her soft, orangey fur, highlighting the different tones and colours in her coat. Her faced was etched with fear as she really wasn't sure what was about to happen to her. Would Bennett take her in as a pup or will he see through her disguise and kill her before she had a chance to explain they were the same?
The catacombs were eerie and dark, the silence pushing down on Madison so she felt suffocated. No one had moved yet. No one had said anything. Was her time in the dome up or was she going to be accepted? At least I was noticed. Her thoughts ruled her body, the pain of rejection stinging her heart like someone had slammed a knife through it once again. She hated this feeling but her body showed no sign of it physically because, her mind said, I'm used to it. Those words stung Madison even more because she knew they were true. She'd spent her whole life running - running from the problems and the people who haunted her memories still. Even her own father rejected her which he why he left so long ago and which is why Madison and her mother had spent so much time running, from state to state in America.
Tears now stung her eyes as her life filled her head again, memories from the bad times haunting her. She despiced when her body and brain did this and so she did the only thing she could. She tried to push the arising horrors to the back of her mind - back behind the locked door in had sneaked out of. She never wanted to see them again but she knew some day she would. They never left her and unfortuantely, that's one thing that can't reject her - life.
Sniffling, she lowered her head in shame, making sure the tears didn't fall. Weakness was not an option right now - not with her life on the line. But what should she care. If she died right now, the world wouldn't care. The world wouldn't even shrug his shoulders because she wasn't important. She'd be happy to die. Ending her life is something she's always considered and maybe her thoughts would become reality today. Maybe her suffering would be at an end at long last. Perhaps the world had finally noticed her pain and decided to put her out of her misery. Madison - haunted no longer. |
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Post by Belle on Apr 20, 2013 12:20:53 GMT -5
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While the small brown-furred pup prided herself with the fact that she knew most everyone in her pack, Belle was only familiar with the names of them. There were a few that she truly did know more than just a name, but such a category was small in numbers. And, Bennett was not among them. She did not know his story or his personality. She knew his name and that he was a predator. Anything beyond that was simply beyond her knowledge. Of course, such a thing didn't seem to bother her as she didn't ask for details in either areas. Watching the golden-pelted canine stand to attention and take in the scent she had found, the small pup's head tilted off to one side. Why was he being so mean to this new person? The way she saw it in her small, immature, and ignorant mind, there was no point or reason to be so aggressive towards another. She was always trying to make friends whether they be canine or not, retro or shifter. Of course, she did not truly understand the difference between the two breeds of shape shifters.
Perhaps it would be something that she would eventually grow out of, or a detail that she would come to learn about. But, for the time being she saw no differences in either of them. If she wanted to be a helpful member of her pack, though, she would soon have to learn that such a thing was mandatory to learn and understand. If she wished to be a Seeker as she was so determined to become, the small pup would have to learn that no matter who they were they had to be driven out and she couldn't have friends outside of her pack. The pack came first, and that was final. But, such thoughts did not plague the young girl's mind for the time being. Belle's gaze gradually glided back over to where the strange scent had come from in the first place, her ears standing erect as a small form came scuffling from the shadows. Belle's deep brown eyes instantly lit up with a sense of playfulness as her tail began to wag from one side to the other. And, without giving Bennett any time to observe the situation or decide the best choice of action, the small hyperactive pup clambered over the male's back before bounding over to the small canine.
"Don't worry," she cheered happily as she came to a skidding halt in front of the other female. "Bennett won't hurt you. He's really nice!" Surprisingly, during her time in the 'ranks' of the pack, she had yet to meet this small canine before. And, what interested her even more was the fact that she was practically as small as her. With her tail wagging furiously behind her, Belle shuffled excitedly on her paws as she quickly invaded the female's personal space and began prodding her with her muzzle. "Wow, you're small just like me! Are you a pup too," she asked as she circled around Madison, sniffing deeply at her fur. "You don't smell like one. But, you're so tiny! Not like Bennett. He's so big. But he's so fun too." The pup's words just continued to spill from her lips, never seeming to stop as she continued to crowd the poor newcomer.
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