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Dec 18, 2013 23:02:13 GMT -5
Post by Dakki on Dec 18, 2013 23:02:13 GMT -5
With a final huffing breath, the pup finally made it to the very top of the Mesa. He had been struggling to get to the top, but he needed to get there. It was the very tallest point in all of Ravensbruck and he would be able to see the whole land spread before his paws. The mutt walked as close to the edge as he dared, his light blue eyes wide as he took in everything before him. It was noon, so the sun shone down on everything and made it glimmer. Awe filled the young one, and he sat and basked in it. Everything below him was so small, it made him feel so... so large. Like Stolz, his alpha before the fire it tore through Koravelle and completely destroyed it. He lost his mother, Sayang, and the brute names Stolz who cared for the pups since they were born. He also wasn't able to find his other two siblings, which is why he climbed this giant mountain.
Oh right! His family! That is why he had come up here. He looked down again and realized his mistake. He was way to far up to ever pick out the site of a wolf or dog below him. Unless they were coming up the Mesa themselves. Seerten's ears drooped even further, his head lowering as he whined softly. He had to come up with a new plan now, a new way to find his family. He did miss them, but it was quite an adventure, being alone. Yes it was scary at times, and he did get cold at night, but he had found out things about the world and himself. If the fire hadn't broken out, he wouldn't have found the things that he had. Like for instance, if you hit a frog on the back with your paw, it flips over and plays dead. Then it squirts out a gross liquid that is super smelly. He learned after that... no more hitting frogs.
Seerten folded to the earth gracefully, letting his paws hang over the edge of the cliff. He swayed them to and fro as his fluffy tail swept across the ground. He was a strange creature because of the mixture of his parents. He had the same off-white coat as his mother, and pale black spots speckling his back, belly and legs. His fur was a mix of the short, course dalmatian fur coated most of his body, while his chest, neck, and paws had the softer, medium length fur. His tail was a full out wolf tail, making him look awkward and silly. He didn't really like it sometimes, but it was who he was and he knew that he couldn't change it. With a small huff, Ten rested his head on his dangling paws.
The silence was nice, it meant that he could actually think and enjoy the view without any distractions. He really should go on to find his mother, but he had worked so hard to get up here that he didn't want to leave just yet. Who knew, maybe by staying here Sayang would actually come and find him! That would be fun. That meant that his search was over, and he could focus on something else. Like... hunting. He wasn't very good at that...
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Dec 19, 2013 1:53:36 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Dec 19, 2013 1:53:36 GMT -5
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Finally, finally, summer had faded into autumn. The heat was less oppressive now, the days cooler and the leaves so beautiful that it was breathtaking. Everything felt right with the world again, Sorcha decided as she slid up the familiar path to the Mesa. More than anything, the she-wolf loved autumn. The colors were so vibrant, the weather so gorgeous, and the sunsets…those were to die for. She loved when the leaves covered the grounds, so like her pelt in color with their reds, oranges, golds, and browns that she was almost camouflaged. In the winter, she stuck out like a sore thumb with her pelt of every shade and color, but in the fall…in the fall, Sorcha felt almost as beautiful as the leaves themselves.
Her black-tipped ears were alert, her green-and-gold eyes glistening in the sunlight as she wound round and round the path. She could only imagine how the forest looked right now from the top of the Mesa, with the sunlight illuminating the colorful trees below. She could hardly wait to reach it. This had always been her favorite place, ever since she had found it. As she stood at the top of the overhang, she felt like she was standing over the entire world, like some sort of goddess. Every single time, it eased her worries and erased her stress. She would spend hours upon hours alone, simply –
Sorcha skidded to a halt as she finally bounded atop the rock. Today, apparently, she wasn’t alone. Laying at the very edge of the Mesa was a wolf – a spotted wolf, how odd… – with a scent that was distinctly male. His paws dangled over the edge, and he looked utterly at ease, but still…Sorcha couldn’t get enough of those spots. He was silly looking, sort of, and immediately he piqued her curiosity. Young, too. Hm. Clearing her throat to announce her presence, she strode towards him, throwing caution to the wind as she plopped down on her bottom directly to his right. Craning her neck, she squinted down at him, green eyes narrowed in thought. His fur was short in some places, longer in others, spotted in some and bright white everywhere else. His tail was distinctly wolfish, but his ears…they flopped. Frankly, Sorcha was baffled.
”What are you, then?” She asked, seeming oblivious to her blunt words. ”I mean who. Who and what are you?”
She’d meant no harm by it, really, but she was simply too curious to consider her words. Never had she seen anything like him, and Sorcha always had been fascinated with the unknown. She waited impatiently for his answer, her entire body practically radiating her interest. She had never been very good at masking her emotions, as she had never felt the need to bother. Just as she had never felt the need to be subtle, or to beat around the bush. More often than not Sorcha found herself offending the strangers she happened upon, but perhaps this one wouldn’t take it so…personally.
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Dec 19, 2013 13:53:19 GMT -5
Post by Dakki on Dec 19, 2013 13:53:19 GMT -5
Seerten The smaller wolf cross simply gazed at the lands below, the scars that the fire had made had healed through most of the summer. Now that the season was passing though, and leaves were changing and falling, the path of destruction could almost be seen again. It was strange how the scars of the land did not heal as easily as wounds on the body. Seerten tilted his spotted head, his floppy ears flipping open as his head cocked to the side. As a younger being, things like that should not be on his mind. Things like chasing butterflies and playing with his den mates. But no. He had no want to chase fluttering insects, and he did not know where his siblings were. A sad day indeed.
Straightening out cranium, the pups ears twitched when he picked up the sound of a being clearing their throat. He turned slowly, remembering that he was dangling his paws over the edge. He did not want to startle, and was pleased that the female, by her scent, alerted him to her approach. Offering a polite smile, he followed her with his deep brown eyes as she sat beside him. Something bothered him though, the look that she was giving him. She was gazing at his coat, her eyes wide in wonder. His small smile vanished, turning into a deep set frown. Eyes narrowing slightly, it was his turn to clear his throat. He knew that he looked strange, he was a cross of domestic and wild, but there was no need to gawk.
Her words sung into his heart, shocking the small one. Wiggling backwards off the edge of the Mesa, he placed his appendages back on solid ground. "While your words are a bit harsh, I will still answer your question." His voice was calm, very maturely he pushed through his anger and moved on. She did not mean it, he was a bit of a silly looking wolf. Wolf dog. Whatever he may be. "My mother is a dalmatian and my father was a wolf. I am a mix of domestic creature and still wild, which is why my coat turned out a mix of both hairs. And the spots are thanks to my mother." Once again his voice calm, collected, and strange coming out of the mouth of someone his age. "As for who I am, my name is Seerten. May I ask you of yours ma'am?" Such manners! His mother would be very proud.
Not a very easily angered pup, it was no surprise that he got over his anger easily. As for getting over her words, that was a different matter. She was blunt, but very honest. For that he could not be too hurt, could he? He was a... different looking wolf. He would give her that. It was not every day that one saw a wolf with spots. Tilting his head once more, he looked at her Autumn pelt. "You blend in quite well with your surroundings, you must quite enjoy this season." He mused softly.
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Dec 19, 2013 22:23:36 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Dec 19, 2013 22:23:36 GMT -5
SORCHA [/FONT]
"While your words are a bit harsh, I will still answer your question. My mother is a dalmatian and my father was a wolf. I am a mix of domestic creature and still wild, which is why my coat turned out a mix of both hairs. And the spots are thanks to my mother.”
Sorcha nodded as he spoke, completely forgetting about how she had apparently offended him in the light of his explanation. Dog and wolf. That explains it. She had never met a dog before, not in her whole existence, but she’d heard mixed reviews about them. Some wolves called them cowards, and swore that they were useless. Others insisted that they were not so different from wolves, just with odd colorations and interesting personalities. The young brute that sat beside her didn’t seem so bad. He hadn’t ran whimpering at the sight of her, and he didn’t seem mentally unstable.
"As for who I am, my name is Seerten. May I ask you of yours ma'am? You blend in quite well with your surroundings, you must quite enjoy this season."
Drawn out of her thoughts, Sorcha sat up a little straighter, her muzzle stretching into a grin. ”Nice to meet you, Seerten. I’m Sorcha.” She cast a glance down at her pelt then, as if she had forgotten what color her own fur was. ”Autumn always has been my favorite. Spring is too green and winter too white; I stick out like a whale in the desert. But autumn…it’s like I was made for this season. Does that sound silly?”
She didn’t wait for a response; her question had been rhetorical. Sorcha never had cared what anyone thought of her, anyways. She was herself always, and if that displeased someone, it truly wasn’t her problem.
”You must have a hard time blending in no matter the season,” she said, tilting her head. Was that rude? Frowning, she clarified. ”And I don’t mean to offend you. You would know if I was trying to. I happen to think your pelt is very unique.” There, maybe now he wouldn’t think she was a total jerk. Shaking dirt from her pelt, she turned to stare at the forest. Just as she had predicted, it was gorgeous. The sun seemed to catch each tree, each branch, each leaf perfectly, painting a picture so beautiful that it took her breath away.
”I love when the leaves start to change colors,” she admitted to Seerten, before turning her attention to him again. ”So what are you doing here?”
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Dec 23, 2013 18:06:10 GMT -5
Post by Dakki on Dec 23, 2013 18:06:10 GMT -5
Seerten When the dame invited him to learn her name, the pup smiled back. "A pleasure, Sorcha." Such a well mannered one he was. It made him think of his mother, on how she told him to always sit up straight and speak well to others. His wolf like ear flatted against his skull in sadness, his chocolate eyes glazing over as he vanished into a place within his mind. He really needed to find his family. Blinking suddenly, Seerten drew his attention back to the female as she gazed at her coat fondly. He smiled once more, trying to pull himself away from his saddened state. He chuckled softly when she spoke about being a whale in a desert. He had never seen a whale before, but he heard that they were large mammals that lived in the ocean. They would very much stick out in a hot place like the desert.
When she asked if it sounded funny, he shook his head, not quite getting that the question was did not need to be answered. "I think how we look and act would make us like different things, such as seasons." He said softly. It was a very pretty coat, he hadn't seen one like it before. Then again, he had not run into many wolves. He was so focused on finding his family that he didn't often stop to chat.
This time when she tried to clarify her words, he laughed again. "Do not fret. I know I don't blend in well. The best season for me is winter, it is much easier to roll in some snow to hide myself. But it is true, I cannot hide as well as you can." Not that he really had much reason to hide. While he was no fighter, he didn't often find himself in too much trouble. He found his cheeks growing warm when he complimented his coat. A small smile pressed on his lips, his paw drawing a circle in the dirt as he grew bashful. Not many wolves ever complemented his looks. "Why... thank you." he said, for once at a loss for words.
When Sorcha looked out into the forest, he let himself gaze at her pretty coat a moment longer before following her gaze. It was beautiful indeed, the leaves starting to fade from green to oranges, reds, and browns. "Just like your coat." he said softly, his dark brown eyes taking in the colours on her. She was like the very landscape. When she asked what he was doing again, he stood a few inches taller. "I thought that the higher point would help be find my family. But well... its not a very well thought out idea. This mesa is much to high indeed." He said with a chuckle, his eyes looking out again to the horizon. Everyone would look like ants from up here. He didn't much think it out as much as he thought. Looking at her out of the corner of his eye. "And what about you Sorcha? Or did you just come here to admire the world from above?"
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