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Post by ripple on May 22, 2018 2:58:58 GMT
He was drawn to the scent in the woodland like a moth is drawn to light. And just as a moth is made helpless by its attraction to light, the wolf was made helpless by his attraction to this calling card. A primal instinct drove Nash to pursue the lovely odor, a perfume stronger than any flower and could put meadows of wildflowers to shame. It was more powerful than the smell of fresh meat and drove him forward with a hunger more intense than he had ever felt. He was panting softly, enjoying himself as he tracked down than wonderful scent, his silvery snout trying to keep track of this particular quarry.
It was not an easy task, because the winding trail left for him to follow was becoming more and more difficult to trace as the powerful smell of earth and undergrowth began to eat it away, stealing from him the satisfactions he sought in the owner of this cologne. Nash was growing frustrated as he tried to track this aroma, his hackles up and his eyes shining greedily, scanning the forest obsessively in hopes he could just catch a glimpse of the perfume's owner. He needed to keep this trail. It was important to the wolf and he could not understand why, but urgency was distracting him from discovering reason.
He huffed, growing agitated, his nose sniffing furiously among the forest floor. He almost struck his soft nose against the thorns of a bramble in his haste to catch the scent and was delighted to see a tuft of fur clinging there. He pushed his nose into it, inhaling deeply. It was amazing, this scent. Nash looked up quickly and was glad he did, because the creature he had been looking for was now in view. She was absolutely stunning in the womb of the woodlands, her beautiful coat shining in the patches of golden light that spilled from overhead. It was a wonder she hadn't disappeared completely in the landscape, her silver and chestnut fur cloaking her in camouflage.
Nash grew excited, his eyes sparkling like citrines as he gazed upon her feminine silhouette, a beautiful woodland creature unmarred by any blemish. He was so young and foolish, so clouded by lust and curiosity, that he actually convinced himself that he was falling in love. The female wolf was gorgeous and he didn't even need to know her name. She was perfect in every aspect and Nash just had to have her.
But, these thoughts evaporated when she began to move away from him, putting more distance between them. Nash didn't care for the fact she was beginning to shrink in the distance and he realized she was running. His heart sank, breaking. He couldn't lose her now. His dark, silvery frame jolted into motion. He was long-limbed and lithe, not as compact and graceful as the female wolf, but he was being driven forward by a masculine sort of desperation and found speed in his limbs. He galloped over the earth, his feet almost flying. His bright eyes were fixed ahead on her, her feathery and billowing hindquarters. She was swift, already gaining distance away from him.
Nash leaped, dodging and ducking to race behind her, but following her trail was tricky, especially since she was already ahead of him and continuing to drop him behind. He almost ran into a blackberry tangle, which would have hurt him and caused him to lose sight of her. She was wonderfully quick and extremely intelligent, leading him not in a straight line, but instead ran him through an obstacle course. Felled trees needed jumped and scattered boulders needed dodging. Nash willed his long-legs to move and fast and he broke his gaze off her hindquarters. He veered quickly to the right, stealing his feet on to more level ground. Ferns lined his home stretch as he panted heavily, running to catch this forest nymph like a satyr.
Her laughter caught his ears, a fairy noise that made Nash's heart ache. He felt agility course, renewed by her laughter, and he pumped his hindlegs faster and extended his forelegs longer. He was almost running beside her, but the undergrowth was obscuring them from seeing each other. He saw only flashes of chestnut and fawn, fleeting patches of black and gray. He wondered if she was seeing flashes of him, too.
Her gait was slowing and Nash could smell a tinge of wariness in her perfume. Nash matched her, slowly drawing himself back until he was trotting. His tongue was rolling comically out of his mouth. He drew away slightly, crouching in the shadows of the shrubbery. He watched as she appeared in a more open area of the woods, a bright pool of light illuminating her. She was speaking out loud, confident and carefree. Her hackles were up slightly, but so were Nash's. He could not contain his excitement at being so near her.
She cleared her throat and called out, charming him out into the open. Like that moth to light, Nash stepped forward, shouldering his way slowly through a patch of honeysuckle. He was excited, but now nervousness was settling in. His heart was pounding from the run and from the lovey-dovey feelings bubbling up inside him. She said there was no need to stalk her and that she enjoyed a good running partner. His heart could have skipped a beat. He would kill to be her running partner any day.
She then taunted him further, saying she didn't bite. He felt foolishly bold now, confident and flirtatious himself. He pushed his way through the undergrowth slowly, emerging in what he hoped to be a handsome entrance. He threw his shoulders back and lifted his head, hoping to showcase what an attractive specimen he was. The silvery black wolf did not realize that he had pushed himself right through a caterpillar nest and was unaware that hundreds of caterpillars were now clinging to his fur. They were bright yellow and black, not kind caterpillars and capable of stinging.
"Well, I don't mind if you bite," Nash sounded cocky and inviting, drenched in his own ego that he almost didn't feel the first sting. He simply tossed his head, shaking out the mane of fur around his neck. His yellow eyes found her face and glowed there, drinking up the elegance of her features. Then, he glanced down and noticed the caterpillars he displaced.
"Huh," his masculinity disappeared as confusion took precedence. He stared down at the strange bugs until he felt a more painful sting on his rump. He yelped, whirling around and realizing he had unpleasant hitchhikers in fur. As if the second bite were a signal, all the other dozens of caterpillars began stinging.
Nash started yelping, throwing himself down to roll in the dirt, desperate to crush the painful stingers.
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Post by ripple on May 22, 2018 2:19:17 GMT
Rooster was enjoying the quite of the morning as he passed through the woods, his steps quiet and his gait unhurried. It was a new day full of dew and warmth, the sun trying to break through the canopy that reigned above. Shadows fell over the red and white dog as he passed by the wizened trunks of untouched oaks, left to grow unspoiled since the demise of the human population. It was an enjoyable journey for Rooster, who was beginning to feel more at home in Graycott with each passing day.
He was also becoming more interested in those who shared this place with him, the secretive population of canines who had yet to run across each other. Rooster knew it was because of natural caution and the need to survive driving the avoidance. But, the cattledog dreamed of a life where canines did not have to avoid each other. He wanted to seek out others, to get in touch with them and perhaps start a community. The budding friendships he had already struck up with Dharma and Korvette were encouraging Rooster to be bolder, more affirmative in what he wanted to accomplish. He desired the kinship of his own kind, to be with others who thought like he did. He was not outwardly social, but like all creatures of this world, companionship was always on the hierarchy of one's needs. He was growing more confident, more outgoing, and more amiable. If he created a beacon of respect and projected ideas with others in mind, he thought he might perhaps draw a crowd of like minded individuals to him.
The spotted cattledog was thinking these thoughts of a brighter new order of canines who worked together when he picked up the wolf's scent. He had not noticed the slight indentations of the wolf's pawprints in the dirt, but when he caught the faintest trace he halted his steps and considered the area of forest around him. He was alert now, naturally cautious. He was being what he hoped to eliminate, but his life as a rancher's dog made him wary. Wolves stole cattle and they stole lambs from flocks. They had once threatened his master's livelihood and thus, threatened Rooster. The scent, so feral and different from dog, instinctively made his hackles go up.
He was not ignorant to think that wolves wouldn't come across his path, but the rangy cattledog was unsure of how to proceed. He needed to get in touch with all the secret residents of Graycott, but would he be so bold as to try and recruit a wolf? A more important question: would a wolf even consider being recruited by a dog? Wolves were not so kind to their cousins, because humans drove a natural wedge between them by placing their ideals on the shoulders of dogs like Rooster. He felt indecisive standing in the middle of a worn game trail, trying to decide if he wanted to approach a wolf...a creature that was sinister, dangerous, and conniving to the face of man.
The red and white canine took a moment to think before deciding. He paused, considering the happy flicker of birds and listening to their songs. It was an auspicious day and Rooster felt bold, encouraged by the morning's beauty. He nodded to himself before scenting, his black nose twitching until it picked up the wolf's trail. He followed carefully and slowly, exhibiting caution at a much more manageable degree. It was natural caution, not the prejudice caution he had used so many times before when guarding animals for his master.
The trail wound its way to a grassy field where the scent of deer was amazingly strong and fresh. Rooster paused, crouching in the high grass. He did not want to interrupt a wolf hunt. It was not only terribly rude, but his presence might be mistaken as a threat instead of harmless. The stocky dog crawled forward slowly, stance low. He was smelling the scent of the wolf much more strongly here and cursed himself when he brushed a tangle of dead vines. The result was a rustling noise that alerted his position to anyone who might be around.
Rooster held his breath, his golden brown eyes scanning the length of the field. Deer were milling around in the distance, grazing and lo'ing to each other as they remained content with the morning themselves. He was almost convinced this was a grave mistake, but his eyes caught a twitch of movement and drew his gaze. Crouched in the grass and disguised by brush, a white wolf was staring over his shoulder, his eyes meeting Rooster's.
It made his blood run cold, but Rooster held his gaze with the wolf. The white phantom was silent and impressive to see, lingering on the edge of the field and waiting with a practiced patience until a move could be made on the deer that would result in a rewarding meal. He could feel his heart picking up pace, but he refused to show fear or aggression. He only hoped this stark-white creature felt the same.
Rooster flicked an ear towards him and nodded, his face stoic and patience. He was waiting, content to be quite until a response was given.
It was an ancient signal that both would understand, a universal sign language that said May I join you?
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Post by ripple on May 22, 2018 1:55:45 GMT
WarPaintI think if Jezebel could withstand a slightly abusive relationship, then I think it could work! Deimos would very spiteful and mean with his words, perhaps even spend a while just running his mouth about her not appreciating her interest in him. She could try and wriggle his demons out of him and I see it as a painful progression. I think if she could tolerate his explosive temper and foul, insulting mouth without getting her feelings too hurt...I see Deimos perhaps warming up to her. RedDefinitely Yakov meeting Rooster! I promise we will all kickstart The Rangers. I think Rooster will appreciate how much Yakov thinks like Rooster and would definitely want to be his friend and perhaps talk ideas about the pack. Vienne & Rooster could add some spice to this tough dog's life. Warpaint and I have a plot about Rooster and Dharma having a budding romance, but I could see Vienne coming in and making both Dharma and Rooster uncomfortable. I see a situation that might spark some passion, some jealousy, and some confusion in Rooster. I think ti would make for some wonderful relationship drama if Warpaint thinks it would be good! I know Dharma might feel threatened/or insecure if another female was to take interest in Rooster, and I know Rooster would feel awkward and torn if he had interest in females, especially more than one.
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Post by ripple on May 22, 2018 1:47:23 GMT
She was talking again and Deimos scowled, angered that she still insisted on interrupting the quiet with her babbling. Normally, he would have welcomed a good argument, perhaps even a fight, but with thoughts of Phobos in his head, the black dog wasn't in the mood. He sneered at her pandering defense, not caring her reasons or justifications. She was a sniveling little brat and it pleased him to know he had at least gotten a rise out of her. He didn't need to be feared. He just liked to know he could still crawl under someone's skin without effort. It was a gift his mother had given him and it was the only one. He could irritate the shit out of anyone, no matter how calm and stoic they claimed to be.
He snickered lightly at her growl, chewing his bone and watching her with unblinking yellow eyes. She huffed at him, almost disapproving of the way he slobbered and worried his bone like a feral beast. He shrugged softly at her remark, showing his indifference to what she considered time consuming. He was trying to relive the horrors of memory lane, not that she knew anything about true horror. That was time consuming, not chewing a bone, but the black dog wasn't going to enlighten her about it, anyway.
For once, the brute remained silence in the face of confrontation. He had things to think and wasn't in the mood to banter.
He was quite, toiling with his bone as the storm continued to ravage the city but at a less aggressive rate. The wind was no longer shrieking, but instead moaned like a ghoul. The rain was no longer a sheet of water dropping from the sky like a guillotine, but was beginning to slacken to a strong downpour that would soak within minutes instead of mere seconds. The white juvenile had plopped herself down in the corner opposite to Deimos and it brought him great amusement to just stare it while chewing his bone, projecting himself as creepy and savage. He was good at the thousand-yard stare, and despite his horrible memories coasting in and out of his mind's periphery, he still found enjoyment in making other's uncomfortable.
She had decided to break up the monotony of his creepiness with an introduction, following up with a question. The black shepherd stopped chewing his bone and let it slacken on his feet, its ancient surface coated with saliva and punctured by keen teeth. He didn't answer her immediately and simply snorted at her name. Raziri. So, the scruffy monster had a name. Deimos felt a snarl pool up in his throat, but he didn't lash out aggressively and tell her to bugger off. He simply stared her, unblinking.
Finally, he gave her his name,
"Deimos," abrupt and not very conversational. He fell silent again, content to stare at the female like a vulture might stare at a carcass. "Raziri, huh. Got any family?" The silence broken by this question, one that seemed benign. However, Deimos was never one to go against his nature. "Did you have a good family life?" He was sounding sly, waiting for her to either spout about how wonderful family was or how miserable. He could work with both, but misery loves company.
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Post by ripple on May 22, 2018 1:28:11 GMT
She didn't want him to leave, not even with the promise of food hanging between them. It touched and saddened Rooster, but the way Dharma was beginning to open up to him and openly display her trust for him was astounding. He had never been looked to like this before. He was always needed by his master, but his master needed him for work. Companionship was usually second nature to his master once the work for the day was done, so it was wonderful to feel needed by someone just for the sheer comfort of him being there. It softened the tough cattledog, wore down some his rougher edges.
She relaxed into him, feeling secure with him by her side. It made Rooster smile, a little twitch of the lips Dharma would never get to see. It didn't matter to Rooster, because he was sure she now felt how good he was, could feel the golden glow of his secretly enormous and welcoming self. He had a kind heart, desired nothing but to respect all those who deserved respecting, and help those who needed it. The mottled creature felt a kind of happiness, the void of his loneliness filling up slowly.
Friendship.
Her laughter was a good change of pace, showing just how a few drops of niceness could brighten the soul. Rooster rumbled with her, his deep voice complimenting hers. His own stomach was a little fluttery, perhaps because of her closeness or perhaps because he was really hungry himself. It was kind of hard to feel hungry, especially when looking at Dharma's thin frame. It didn't disgust him, the hard jut of her bones, but it did make him feel compelled to feed her. She was speaking to him, even though her milky white eyes were cast off beyond his actual position. He was oddly proud she enjoyed his saying and was even more flattered when she said it suited him. The red and white dog felt his head stretch up a little higher. Dharma wasn't the only one not used to attention.
He was delighted that his talk of travel was exciting her. He watched as her nervousness at being alone melted away to be replaced by curiosity. She wasn't a weakling in Rooster's eyes. She was just simply a flower late to bloom. Her folded back ears perked up, making her white eyes shine. She might not have realized it, but even though they could not see, her eyes could still sparkled with delight.
"I'm glad to hear that," he spoke softly, approving in tone and posture. He was content to accept her as his traveling companion and he was glad that she was willing to work on getting more strength along the way. "We'll getcha there. It will take a little time, but I think you've got what it takes." He sounded like normal Rooster, constantly coaching, but secretly he was slipping a compliment to her, whether she picked it up or not. He was too shy to directly voice how brave and tough he thought she truly was, but in time he would grow to be more open with her.
She was then interested in humans, a topic Rooster was well versed on. He appreciated how interested she seemed, her questions innocent and childlike, but he had the tendency to forget that not all dogs knew about life with humans. He settled into a brief lapse of silence, mulling over what he might say. The evening was beginning to steal the bright light of day away, but the golden warmth would last them a little while longer. He had time for a story before he really did needed to find them some food. Food gave energy and they both would need it if they were going to travel.
"Well, all humans can be different. I won't lie to you about that. There are some bad apples in every bunch, and humans are no exception. My master was a good man. Tough and liked to work, but he was kind when the day was done. I didn't see too much of the house, but when I did...The hearth was my favorite. On cold winter nights he'd sit in this old plaid recliner and I'd lay on the woven rug. It sat near the hearth so I could warm up after a nightly drive. It was made of stone and could be cold, but with that rug it was absolutely warm. He'd sit, smoke his tobacco pipe...I'd drift off and listening to the creak of old boards and the hateful scuffling of the old barn cat he'd let in," Rooster liked this nostalgia and how Dharma was able to soothe him back to complacency with her questions.
"So," he started again, sounding slightly apologetic for rambling out answers with long memories,"their homes can be warm. Or cool, when it is hot. They don't deal with temperature like we do out here. Humans like to control it. They really do like to control everything, but my master didn't try and gain any control through anger or aggression. He could be stern, but always fair." He didn't laugh when Dharma mentioned how bones didn't make a good blanket. Instead, he nudged one of her ears.
"I bet once when fatten you up, you will be softer than a spring lamb's wool," he laughed, but it was deep and hearty. It was soft and quick, reflecting the rise of confusion inside of his body. He imagined Dharma with a thick and nourished figure, her fur a deep fawn that looked almost white, with bright and shining white eyes, milky but beautiful like quartz.
This awkwardness was rising in him fast, so fast that he gently untangled himself from Dharma's embrace. He did not do it hastily, as if to make her think she was unpleasant or annoying. He did carefully, to show her that there was some work he needed to do before they could truly rest. "I, uh, I should get us some food now before we loose light. I promise I won't go far," the cattledog mustered up the courage to say, trying to ignore the rise of strange feeling from within him. He didn't want her to panic with his departure and felt torn for a moment before beginning to step away and search for some food. He hesitated, standing above her.
As he looked from left to right, trying to decide how far away was too far, a desperate splashing sound distracted him. His golden brown eyes flickered from Dharma to the muddy bank they were resting nearby. A large fish had leaped for a flying insect and had stranded itself on the muddy shore, flopping furiously to try and return to the pond. It was beginning to slide backward, almost attaining its goal, but before the green and silver bass could slip back to safety, Rooster quickly jumped, his paws pouncing on the body while his muzzle opened up to reveal his teeth. He sunk them down into the fish, ignoring the taste of pond and slime.
He wrestled with the wriggling body, craning his neck to turn the fish to Dharma. He crunched down, feeling as the bass weakened. Once it quit moving, Rooster placed it at Dharma's paws. He couldn't help but to laugh, bellowing with humor. "Well, I guess I really didn't need to go far. How about some fish? It's pretty light. I just hope you'll share with me. This was a moment too good to be true. A promise kept and a meal delivered." he was delighted at his luck, delighted that the fish had stranded itself just at the perfect moment. He wouldn't have to leave Dharma now.
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Post by ripple on May 22, 2018 0:48:53 GMT
Hello all!
I am so very sorry for being absent for these past few weeks. Let me tell you, life got a little insane.
I was happy working at the pet store, then got offered this job at a gas station. Matched my hours and pay. It was so close to home, I decided that I'd give it a try. I gave my two weeks notice and planned to work at the gas station.
But, while working two jobs, I got a little exhausted. Not to mention, the gas station job made me miserable. I love pets, pet stores, etc. and the gas station was literally awful, unfulfilling, and I regretted handing in a notice to quit. However, I a few days before my last day, I asked my boss if I could stay, and she was more than thrilled to forgive my two week notice. I then quit the gas station job, and my boss there was a little ticked, but hey. I freaking love the pet store and wouldn't mind it becoming a career. :] So, I currently am still at the pet store.
SO, Ripple apologizes profusely <3 but I am happy to say now I have the time to be back. I'll soon be going off second shift at the pet store [heck yes]. Second shift was really getting to me, lol. I hate going in the afternoon and staying at work until night. But the gas station job would have had me permanently on nights, but the pet store is putting me back on opening shifts soon.
I am hoping to start on some replies and I promise I'll get the Rangers back on track <3 I also owe lots of thoughts, plot ideas, etc.
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Post by ripple on May 7, 2018 1:03:34 GMT
 "So if you see me walkin’ all alone,
Don’t look back, I’m just on my way back home." Rooster felt some dislike for Korvette, watching with a neutral expression as the white dog made a big deal about how minor his injury was. He was arrogant, even when the cards were stacked heavily against him. Rooster saw the potential in him, but it was smeared heavily with machismo. But he couldn't stay mad at the guy, however, even if Rooster thought he was a fool. Because he had returned and tried to help, and no matter the mask some chose to wear in front of an audience, there was always an honest face lurking somewhere beneath.
The red and white dog didn't need Korvette to get him anything, but the gesture was kind. Rooster shrugged his shoulders in response to the languid stretch Korvette provided, his eyes blinking gratefully. "Well, if you got the say," he rumbled amiably in agreement to Korvette's display of vigor, even though contempt from earlier was rolling back slowly. Rooster felt his business with this guy was almost through, but he'd let him play as a good host. It would be rude to refuse the offer of someone hunting for you, no matter how insufferable they seemed. Rooster would be glad to see the hind end of him when the time came and was confident he good behave a little while longer.Those icy eyes were flashing back to Rooster and the white devil gave himself a shake, relieving his coat of debris and saying his fair well to Rooster, exuding that arrogant confidence and parting with Rooster, leaving the mottled dog with words of caution while he went to find something to eat. Rooster shook his head,"Naw, won't be fussing with them in your absence. They gave me a run for my money, they did. I think I'll just sit a spell here and wait on you." He couldn't help but grin, something that looked friendly, but in reality Rooster was thinking of Korvette's hypocrisy. Perhaps he was being funny, but Rooster remembered giving him that exact same advice before the whole prairie went on a stampede.At least he appears to be a dog of his word, the thought almost renewed a tentative liking for Korvette, but the brute had tossed words over his shoulder to sour Rooster once more. Once the white creature was gone, Rooster rolled his eyes and shook his head, muttering curse words under his breath. His golden eyes passed a cursory glance over the herd, watching as the newly pacified bison came ashore. They bleated to each other, calling roll and making sure everyone was accounted for. Save me again, my ass. Rooster growled softly in his new solitude. He wouldn't belabor the idea with Korvette, though. The white dog was sure of himself and saw no wrong in himself. It was a younger dog's folly, that attitude. Rooster was not one to insert himself into the life actions of another, so despite the wrong way Korvette rubbed him, Rooster would hold his tongue. He didn't like passing judgement early, if when faced with a guy like Korvette. He had his moments, though they were brief and in passing.---The mottled dog had curled up in the long grass, his brushy tail laid across the black skin of his nose. He wasn't asleep, but his eyes were half-lidded. He was waiting for Korvette's return and was surprised to hear his stomach snarl savage. It took a lot of calories to run with a herd and when he saw the white dog coming back with a shredded gazelle carcass, he was very thankful and feeling pretty good.The white dog had a leg and thigh clenched in his jaws and he dropped them before Rooster, looking sleepy and proud, like a male lion at the end of the evening. It made Rooster want to chuckle, but he was too hungry to delve into his feelings right now. "Thank you, Korvette. A fine catch after a day of cattle rustling," he managed a real smile for the dog before tearing his way into the meat, his teeth pulling muscle from bone and working it into his mouth. He was pleased to find how delicious this meal was and he didn't even realize the sun was going down until Korvette mentioned it, much more pleasant now that he was drunk with calories.He lifted his head after a few mouthfuls had been swallowed, his own eyes seeing the dropping sun. "You're right, look at the time. No objections my way, anyway. You aren't half-bad in a scrap, so I'd trust you to keep an eye out for us," Rooster offered him a sly grin, one that encouraged friendship but also showed that Korvette wasn't the only one who could play with his words. He trusted the white dog alright, he was immature but seemed capable of taking care of himself, and Rooster had decided that he was feeling more relaxed after a meal himself.He was surprised when Korvette asked him a question, a topic that didn't center itself around Korvette at all. Rooster was busy finishing up with the gazelle and didn't miss the white dog's yawn. It had been an eventful day and Korvette had given Rooster a decent meal. It was all the encouragement Rooster needed to talk."Well, my master died. I used to work on a ranch until he passed on. I suppose I'm out here because it reminds me an awful lot like home. We spend our whole lives trying to go back home and we don't even realize it. Even if don't want to stay at home anymore," he was rumbling now, disappearing in his own reminiscing. He took a few more mouthfuls of gazelle, chewing thoughtfully. "I guess I also came out here to try and move on. My old life is done. My new one has begun, but I can't seem to shake my old haunts just yet. What about you?" He asked in return, appreciating the way Korvette was listening, asking about him and caring to get to know him.You're alright, the red and white brute thought as he chewed. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRPHY 2.0 |
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Post by ripple on May 3, 2018 21:10:02 GMT
N A S H The sounds of the forest were the wolf's anthem as he prowled through the teeming undergrowth. He was pushing his way through a tangle of honeysuckle, his long form sliding through the foliage as well as a fish glides through the riffles of a riverbed. He was almost invisible in the shadows, his coat doing well to camouflage him in the almost artistic shadows cast by the thick canopy overhead.He could hear the clicking and whir of numerous insects above, the calls of wild birds, and the babbling of a small stream. It was as close to home as Nash could be without actually returning, and a bright optimism was glowing inside him. Though he was a wolf, he did not pleasure himself with stalking small creatures like a dangerous shark. Instead, he was content to simply just be apart of the forest community, to enjoy every part of it without consuming everything.It was not like the wolf to be a peaceful thing, at least not in his homeland. Wolves were expected to be extremely ferocious and territorial, things of power and violence. Nash's family had elected to reject such stereotypes and lived as they pleased, only defending their homeland when necessary and only taking from the land when they needed. He was not here in this new woodland to dominate it or claim it. He was merely a placid traveler, amused and enthused with the amount of life that was thriving around him.It wasn't until he sensed he was not alone in the forest that the real trouble started, but it was not trouble Nash went looking for but that did not stop trouble from finding the black and silver male. He was a friendly creature at best, always enjoying a good joke and he loved to laugh. It brought humor and smiles to himself and others, but Nash was foolish and immature at times, not realizing that sometimes others did not see a joke as a joke, especially when it incited fear.
So when he noticed the dog strolling through the woods, he hadn't thought he would have a fox with him, let alone a cub. He just noticed the stranger rippling through the undergrowth and Nash thought of nothing but how fun it might be to scare this guy.The wolf had not seen or heard the fox kit, he just saw snatches of the dog's body. He looked like a grim fellow to Nash's yellow hues, a creature carved from stone and cast in iron from what little vision Nash could lock on to him. It was childish to immediately want to scare him for his grim manner, but Nash was not known for thinking things entirely through. He saw a lackluster sort of attitude, somebody who wasn't enjoying the day.He reacted to the appearance of the dog with a wolfish grin upon his black lips, humor dancing within his eyes and making his muzzle a handsome canvas. He immediately dropped himself low, his feet gliding silently along the forest floor as he crept like a sneak thief in the night, waiting to jump out and scare the hell out of this dude.
The wolf kept good pace with the dog, his black ears not hearing the talk between dog and fox over the deafening hum of summer cicadas. Nash was grinning largely now, almost close to laughing and giving himself away before he could actually finish out his prank.
He was now lurking the in bushes outside a wonderfully brilliant clearing. Nash was still so intent on pulling this prank, but he was shocked to see a flash of brilliant orange in the dog's mouth. It was a wriggly fox, chirping affectionately at the large brute.
Humor and laughter all but fled, leaving Nash feeling nervous. The dog didn't look like he was about to eat the fox for lunch and he was pretty sure he heard the fox call the dog Papa. That changed things and made his joke less funny. It made him seem cruel. Who would scare a young one, even a fox, on purpose? Nash liked to scare adults, not kids. The little creature was bumbling around and exploring, coming closer and closer still to where Nash had been waiting to scare the burly big dog. Papa, as it seemed to be.
He was attempting to abort mission when he was backed up too quickly, his left hind paw snapping a stick. It was like a beacon or alarm, immediately giving him away. He could hear the fox whimpering and the dog snarling, shouting to the location where Nash was crouched. The wolf thought about just turning tail and running, but he had backed up to quickly and planted his hindquarters right into a tangle of ivy. The herbaceous ropes were making a hasty getaway impossible, and Nash figured his best chance at not getting his ass kicked was to come clean and show himself.
"No need, no need," he tried to yell back with friendliness, but it came out more nervous than convincing. He was rustling around in the bushes now, working to untangle himself from the vines. "I don't mean any harm, I was just walking through the woods and got myself in a bit of a tangle," he lied, hoping to make himself appear benign, simply a foolish traveler who had been dumb enough to go exploring in the bushes to get himself caught up in the plants. He hadn't been seen yet by dog or fox, but Nash had this feeling that all credibility he had might be moot once they saw who Nash was.
A wolf.
He was still huffing and puffing, the bushes alive with the motion of the long-limbed wolf trying to free himself. He was growing more anxious, the threat of the dog's anger still waiting for him once he was able to escape the vines. He gave one last tremendous pull to his hindquarters, exploding from the bushes in quite an entrance. Leaves and twigs were twisted in his thick black and silver coat, his yellow eyes looking from dog to fox. A sheepish grin spread out across his lips and his ears laid back against his head. He was fully visible now, a wolf. Not only that, but a wolf who had been lurking in the bushes and stalking.
It was a terrible circumstance, indeed.
"Hi there," Nash hoped his charisma was enough to save his hide.
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Post by ripple on May 3, 2018 20:15:50 GMT
No problem! <3 I'm glad you guys like it! I'm sure Red will agree too, but I'll wait until she is on before going ahead and kicking this into motion ^^ -squeals of excitement-
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Post by ripple on May 3, 2018 3:06:03 GMT
So, Ripple has brainstorming. This usually means utter brilliance or absolute chaos, there is no in between! I wanted the input of my fellow Rangers for a simple timeline that can help shape the creation and formation of the pack so that includes all the officers and other characters interested in joining up with Rooster. I was going to whip up a post tonight for the meeting, but decided that was impulsive and sloppy, not to mention inconsiderate, to my fellow Rangers. Before hosting an actual meeting thread for the group, I sketched out a rough timeline that might help achieve an equilibrium in Graycott. TIMELINE-
Rooster was interested in creating The Rangers, because he has seen some lawless activity and ill-treatment of others out and about, and feels that the natural order of things has been tampered with since humans fell out their place on the hierarchy of life. Rooster has met Dharma, a dog who has suffered abuse and neglect in her life. He has also met the immature trouble-maker Korvette, who turned out to be pretty alright, but was intent on doing foolish and dangerous things despite Rooster's warning. Dharma and Rooster are currently becoming fast friends and travel companions. WarPaint , we can also roleplay this part out and use liquid time to our advantage (I'd love to RP them finding the Chateau), but I really had the wonderful idea that Dharma and Rooster could discover the Chateau together after Rooster promised not to leave Dharma and travel with her in Whiskey Pop. The Chateau could be the place where Rooster and Dharma shelter, and while there Rooster will/does get the idea he wants to see a whole community of others like him and Dharma coexisting, dogs brought together by craving justice, order, happiness, and peace. To give a purpose to those who feel lost or abandoned, to make them feel loved and like they have a family. He could talk this idea out with Dharma then decide to find others who feel like him. Dharma is his secret inspiration for the group and he hopes that he can help others like he helped her. Red , era , WarPaint This is when we could have our meeting thread, simply a moment where Rooster has found some faces and shared some of his ideas and invites them to come to the Chateau to hear what his idea is all about. It is here they can discuss the purpose of the group, the purpose of the community and law enforcement, and where Rooster can then award them positions as a part of the law enforcement team, but it will be like a quickie election in which the small group votes for the positions IC. It also a thread where others who want to be apart of The Rangers can join in, even though they aren't high ranking. Currently, as it stands, Bran, Stark, Yakov, Dharma, Rooster, and Panzer will be apart of the Rangers, so I expect this group of dogs will be our founder generation <3 WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK ABOUT THIS? C: After Dharma and Rooster find the Chateau, it can be implied OC that Rooster passed on a short message to Bran, Yakov, Stark, and Panzer about his idea and they accept his invitation to come to the Chateau, which will be our meeting thread and the founder generation can finalize The Rangers? |
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Post by ripple on May 3, 2018 2:47:11 GMT
"So if you see me walkin’ all alone,
Don’t look back, I’m just on my way back home." He had been worried such an act might offend her and in some way he had felt her initial embarrassment, but like the sun rising on a cool spring morning, he could feel her apprehension beginning to fade. Rooster was unaware of his own ability to put others at ease by putting himself last. He did not want to help Dharma because his own sense of self needed bolstering, but simply because it helped restore the natural order in which the mottled dog had been raised into. Oftentimes he had seen the harsh whip of punishment from his master on a wild and unbroken horse, but once the tough stuff had been done and the task achieved, he also saw the gentle compassion in which his master had used to soothe his exhausted charge and the care in which he took to make the horse comfortable. He was tough with a good heart, and Rooster did not know it, but he himself was the same.
Though it was tough for Dharma to rely on his help without feeling small and lost, it is also compassion which triumphs over one's pride and center. A heart reaching for another can move mountains, and even though the fawn colored dog did not weigh much compared to a mountain, their hearts were touching now. Strangers brought together by a foundation of the heart and Rooster's inability to ignore those who needed him. He was relieved to feel her become one with him, her gentle form rocking along his back until he was able to reach the shore.
Her little voice, so much like the birdsong he liked to listen to on quiet summer afternoon's, softly reached his ears and she expressed her liking for the wings in which he could offer her. It made Rooster smile, a genuine curve of his mouth that was nigh impossible to see. He was not frigid or serious all the time, but rarely did such a thing like words make the cattledog smile so grandly. It even touched his eyes, making those golden brown hues shine a little brighter. He did not realize a compliment when it was offered, especially not from a female, but something inside him stirred quietly. Was it a sense of embarrassment? But it was pleasant, so it couldn't be. He felt warm, not just from the day's heat or from the walk with Dharma. "Any time," a little husky and soft, a breathless statement that she may or may not have heard. That embarrassment (was it truly embarrassment?) intensified when he felt the soft brush of her tongue along his ears. It made him shiver lightly but he took it as a sign that perhaps Dharma was beginning to come around to the idea of trusting him. Not because she had to either, but because she wanted to. It warmed Rooster, his own trustworthiness. There wasn't much in life one could hold on to, because material things always got lost, stolen, or forgotten. But things like loyalty, friendship, and trust were things that someone could hold on to for life.She began the descent from his back and he helped her along by crouching low, so that she did not stumble or fall on her way to the edge of the pond to quench her thirst. She made it down, her soft feet finding gentle purchase on the softer substrate. She was talking now, her gentle voice offering him thanks. He rumbled good-naturedly in his throat, too overcome by this new feeling of embarrassment (?) by her lilting little voice. He did not miss the sobs that followed, sending a riffle of despair in his heart for those cries. He allowed himself the moment to take a seat, to rest his legs and give her the moment. Her cloudy eyes were misting once more with tears, but this time she did not fall into sadness. It seemed his one act had meant so much to her that it had spoken to her soul in a way that, Rooster guessed, no one had spoken to it before. He felt that wave of embarrassment shroud him, his ears folding up slightly and he looked away, grunting politely in his own way that he had. He said nothing, not yet, and let her enjoy the cool drink she could now have. He watched her, a thin and unsure creature, extend a delicate neck toward the water and take her fill until she was quenched. Her eyes were reflecting in the water and Rooster could see the ghost of the pretty female she had once been, before the abuse and neglect life had offered her.She had sunk to all-fours once the water had done its job and Rooster found his eyes wandering slightly into the distance, his mind trying to do some wandering of its own, but it didn't have the chance before Rooster felt the brushing of her fur against his. It shouldn't have startled him, being as he wasn't scared of anything really, but he jumped a little at the touch as she sought for him, her bridge in this world that would carry her to beliefs beyond cruelty and mistreatment. She was gathering herself at his legs and he suddenly felt an awkwardness creep into his demeanor. How should he respond? Surely she just sought comfort, and while Rooster could comfort, he couldn't remember if he was truly that exceptional at it. He looked down at the curled up female, his eyes meeting those shrouded by a veil of white.She was tired, her feminine features pulling back into a yawn that helped ease some of his awkwardness. He grinned a little, trying not to look painfully out of place with a lady at his side. He didn't want to impose on her, to make her think he had ill-intentions, but he also did not want to appear aloof and unwanting of her touch against his. She asked him a question, one that left him speechless. How long would he be around? Rooster himself did not know and hadn't really considered it. He had been a wanderer for awhile, just sort of aimlessly going this way and that, stopping along the way and meeting some interesting faces. He was going to say that he might be around for awhile, but before he could, Dharma was suddenly racked with intense fear and anxiety, her birdsong voice rising high in her distress. Her voice still remained soft, remarkably low, even though there was a desperate sort of longing for companionship behind it."I won't leave you, Dharma," the words slipped out fast in response to her statement, soothing and low. He felt that awkwardness again, that apprehension of how to approach her without seeming imposing. He had no right to feel so validated by her femininity and he normally did not take his acts of kindness to his ego, but there was something about what he had seen in her reflection as she had drank. That pretty face, those milky eyes... Her bones were protruding from her coat and it was not the full golden luster it should have been, but it did not stop the fact that beauty was present and always would be."I don't much have anywhere to be. No home myself and no family left since my master died," he gently extended his muzzle to brush the fur along her cheek, hoping to displace some of those tears. "You don't have to thank me, either," he withdrew his touch almost as soon as he had placed it, feeling like too much touching would give her the wrong impression of his willingness to remain with her. "You have repayed me just by not giving up. I appreciate that. I don't much no where I'm going to go, but you could come with me if you like. The prairie will always have a soft spot in my heart, but it ain't a place for dogs to dwell without shelter." It was true. This was a desolate sort of place without respite from the elements."How about I try and get you a morsel of food?" he began carefully. He didn't want to break the contact, but he felt like he should. It was not like a gentleman to soak up too much of a lady's warmth without him being wolfish with evil on his mind. "If you'd like to journey with me, you need to get some strength. I won't leave you for more than a few minutes, I swear it on my word, which you can always take to the bank and cash, guarantee it." It was one of his master's sayings, something Rooster didn't entirely understand, but liked anyway. It made him grin and chuckle lightly. "Rabbits are the prairie's chickens and warrens aren't hard to come by. Easy to pick off the young ones, since they make their nests so shallow in the earth. A few little bites for you, nothing to upset your stomach. The sun is still pretty high in the sky and I don't think hope is lost yet. Humans were once here and they have dwellings themselves. We can find us a place for the night. I can carry you when you aren't feeling up to it and I can help you walk when you need it. What do you say? You up for a little challenge, songbird?" He didn't want her to feel incapable. He hoped some lunch would lift her spirits, renew some of her strength. Rooster had been aimlessly wandering, but what he said was no lie. He had seen a human fence not far from here and this was a pond not made by mother earth. You could tell it if you knew about human ways and Rooster did. He had a feeling that beyond this pond and through the trees, he would find a house.He didn't know it yet, but together, Dharma and himself would find one of the grandest houses in Graycott. WarPaint - 1697- nothing to work with? i HAD SO MUCH TO WORK WITH THAT I WENT OVERBOARD PERHAPS XD? Eluding in this that together Dharma and Rooster will discover the vineyard bed and breakfast together, eh eh? MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRPHY 2.0 |
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Post by ripple on May 2, 2018 22:47:52 GMT
Thank you for those that have auditioned!Some positions remain unfilled, but I am happy to see the Law Enforcement ranks becoming filled up <3 WarPaint, Bran is accepted as Deputy. era, Stark is accepted as Lieutenant Red, Yakov is accepted as Captain. Thank you for your wonderful audition posts. As a reward for being so creative and talented, along with the positions for your characters, I would also like to award you 75 bones! I'll be posting an announcement soon about the creation of the Rangers IC, a meeting thread of sorts for us all to participate in to finalize the Rangers at last! Be on look out for that, as I will be posting it before the end of the night <3 **All other positions are still open for other characters. Audition posts will still take place for these positions but no rewards will be given upon position acceptance. I appreciate everyone who has posted here and I welcome you to The Rangers!!
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Post by ripple on May 2, 2018 22:42:25 GMT
WarPaint, Fantastic! I love the Ulaho Pack. Accepted, please feel free to start on your subboard territories! I also love Nix, btw!
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Post by ripple on Apr 28, 2018 2:51:17 GMT
 Deimos Robin redbreast in a cage puts all of heaven in a rage He was an unpleasant brute and his nasty disposition continued to proceed itself. Sometimes Deimos wondered if he could ever change his ways, but he had never known anything but violence and anger from a young age. His mother had been quite the banshee, abusing Deimos and his twin Phobos daily after they had opened their eyes and could toddle after her. The lack of nurture in his life reflected itself now in this moment as his nasty tone echoed through the vast emptiness to batter the younger female's ears. She was immediately cautious because of his attitude, a good sign. Deimos didn't like to brawl but he was more inclined to do when other's challenged him.
She stood there, holding her ground but she did not retreat (which would have been the best) or advance (which was fine). She seemed confused and indecisive on what move she should make next and that's basically how he spent his own childhood. Wondering if approaching was worth the danger that might become him if he provoked his mother's very short fuse. He let the snarl die a little in his throat, but he still crouched on his ratty blanket with his ancient bone laid at his feet half-cocked and bristled. She emitted a yawn, not paying attention to his scathing comments on her appearance. His golden eyes were harsh and penetrating, but he admired that she didn't take offense. Hell, perhaps she didn't care that she was as wet and moldy as a soaked blanket in a basement. He honestly really couldn't smell anything but rain, but it was in the black dog's nature to be cruel and throw verbal abuse around whenever he saw the chance.
He wasn't relaxed, but he felt more dominant when she appeared demure, but her youth was beginning to show. Deimos had been on this evil earth long enough to know that sometimes children liked to play games and here was a fine example. The thunder boomed again, a sound that wasn't quite powerful enough to mask the giggle she had given him in response to his words. It nettled him slightly, causing his snarl to deepen again. He didn't like how she was laughing at him with her head lowered in case he should spring up at her. Deimos wouldn't waste his time, though, because children were all fluff. They'd try and push buttons but didn't quite have enough gall to actually trigger the big guns. They were pests, like fleas. Itchy and bothersome, but benign.
Phobos was like that, Deimos felt the thought strike him like a cold blast of air. His brother, Phobos, the forever child. fate had given him the heart and mind of puppy forever and he was slow to learn anything. Poor Phobos, the only other creature Deimos had been able to tolerate until their big fight...A fight over something so stupid and small, but Deimos just couldn't be the parent to his twin anymore. That stupid blanket he wanted to take... The memory burned him up and Deimos could feel his anger die into a deep depression, less lethal but still volatile. It made the phantom female seem less irritating.
Her smile did not reach his eyes, because now that he was thinking of his brother, the rest of the world ceased to exist. What had happened to his twin, his Phobos? The only creature in the world who loved him and who was ill-fated to be dull and slow-witted his whole life, constantly needing a teacher and a mentor. He had needed a parent, but their mother hadn't wanted them.
She was talking again, this strange and dirty specter, and it seemed she was trying to reason with him. The black brute grunted abruptly in response, eyeing her until she was done, watching her eyes scatter all around the room and back to him, perhaps to see if the coiled cobra might strike. "Whatever," came the hateful reply. He flopped himself down savagely on the scrap of blanket and seized his bone between his paws again. "Just keep your space and I'll keep mine. I don't have time to deal with some messy kid anyway," his vehemence smoldered down into contempt. "Got better things to do and we'll get along just fine if you don't bother me, okay?" He shot her one last glare, making sure she wasn't going to try and approach him.
He kept his eyes on her while he settled down to grasp the bone in his jaws. It comforted him. That's why he was chewing on it, even though it was a pup's toy. He had loved chewing bones as a puppy and Phobos had loved...well, Phobos had loved that damn blanket. He called it 'blaney' and carried it everywhere, sometimes piddling on it to mark it as his and drooling on it copiously. He had wanted to take it so badly and was arguing when Deimos had wanted him to drop it so he could help Deimos drag the deer. The deer that had clipped Deimos in the side with his antlers and wounded him. He had made a kill worth four meals but all Phobos wanted was that fucking blaney.
Deimos was recalling his most painful moments. He had his eyes on the girl but his teeth were now doing their own thing, gnashing at the recollection of Phobos' blaney . Instead of enjoying the bone, Deimos had gripped it in the middle and snapped it in half, a startling pop that drove him out of his subconscious mind. He felt the pieces scattered around him and he scowled angrily at what he had done. "Fuck it," he mumbled, lifting himself up in search of another along his section of the prison, ignoring the muddy girl while he went to get another appropriate femur. He wasn't going to leave the room because bones did not seem to be in short supply. He moved some around, considering his choices before selecting another.
Then, he went back to the blanket to stare at the girl with his golden eyes, his teeth worrying and needling his new prize. TAG: era | WORDS: 1099 | NOTES: Memory lanee MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY |
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