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- Aquila - 10-07-2010 [I'm a bit new to this, so if I make any mistakes, please correct me. I need a luperci character to come in for Aquila to meet.] The coyote curled himself up into a ball for the day, in the upper room of the old house. He slept for a good hour or so, before standing up and pacing for a few moments and lying back down. Being from the city, used to the large buildings he grew up in, the close, humid atmosphere did little to help him get to sleep. Maybe he shouldn't have left in the first place. Maybe.... No. He promised himself he wouldn't look back- There was nothing left there but dust and memories. He stood again and paced again, and padded toward the hole in the roof with a sigh. There was just nothing he could do to get to sleep, so he'd just head out to go hunting. A few minutes later, he was abroad, padding through the woods with a determined look on his face. His current prey- An opossum that was rooting through a rotted log for grubs. The coyote crouched lower to the ground, and crept forward, inch by inch, concealing himself behind and under a small shrub that had taken over a portion of the wooded area. - Saul Stormbringer - 10-08-2010 [html]
It had taken the little Stormbringer only a week to build up the courage to go exploring once more. He was nervous about leaving his family, nervous about getting lost and never finding Dahlia again. But he needed to go, needed to explore this land and see for himself what was going on. He was practical as he did it- thinking about scenarios such as an invasion where he would need to get his family to safety. He justified his wanderings by thinking about what he could do for his family. He was also rather seriously considering what he wanted to do with his life. Learning about the plants and their ability to heal him had sparked an interest in the six month old puppy that he simply couldnt ignore. But was that the path he wanted to take? Become an apothecary and then maybe a doctor. He could see himself going that way, having the knowledge to look after others and make sure his family were safe. But he didnt know if this was what he really wanted to do. And so like any half grown pup, he threw it from his mind and continued to romp in the grass. <style type="text/css"> .saul-a02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#95b596;} .saul-a02 i {font-weight:italic; color:#95b596;} .saul-a02 ooc {padding:0px; font-size:10px;} .saul-a02 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; font-size:12px;} .saul-a02 {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:#557941; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/345zadu.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 332px 0px; font-family:cambria; font-size:12px; color:#c0bd98; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Aquila - 10-10-2010 [OOC: Sounds good to me.] The coyote kept low to the ground as he slunk towards the rat-like creature. It picked its head up to gobble down one of the beetles it was eating when it spotted him. Aquila realised his chance and leapt foward, kickign all four feet below him for extra air. He'd snap his teeth on the ruff of the opossum's neck, and twist his body around in midair to slam his to- be food to the ground, hopefully snapping its neck in the process. Fortunately for the opossum , he missed by an inch or so, and by the time Aquila'd hit the ground, the creature was safely barrelling into the nearest crevice- the hollow of the log. Aquila snarled and leapt atop the log, peering inside the hole. His food was long gone. Aquila wasn't one to lose his temper. he decided to keep looking, loping through the undergrowth. A gust of wind hit him, and he perked up. The smell of wolves was in the air. This was not good- Was he hunting on packland? He ducked underneath a tangled net of kudzu and headed toward the source of the scent, silent as a phantom. - Saul Stormbringer - 10-11-2010 [html]
<style type="text/css"> .saul-a02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#95b596;} .saul-a02 i {font-weight:italic; color:#95b596;} .saul-a02 ooc {padding:0px; font-size:10px;} .saul-a02 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; font-size:12px;} .saul-a02 {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:#557941; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/345zadu.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 332px 0px; font-family:cambria; font-size:12px; color:#c0bd98; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Aquila - 10-12-2010 The coyote ignored the pup's statement about his prey, and stood up straight, yellow eyes fixing on Saul. He flicked his tail once, and sat down, his head tilting as well. "Only pup. What are you here for?" His accent was thick, but hard to pinpoint. In reality, he rarely spoke, so the words were hard to bring. His parents died when he was very young, before he'd been split up with his pack, so he didn't learn english in its entirety. He was no savage, though. "I am coyote. I am not intruding, yes?" he sniffed again. Under the wolf's scent, there was only the smell of the forest. It occurred to him maybe the pup was straying from his packlands- as pups often do. He sniffed, and his eyes closed halfway. "I can't deal with pup. Need to hunt." He paced towards the pup, intending to pass him on his way to search for more prey. He had to eat tonight, if he was going to keep moving north. He hated the moisture here, and he wanted somewhere dry, more comfortable to someone like himself. "You should go back to packland. Is dangerous here." - Saul Stormbringer - 10-14-2010 [html]
He was an odd looking thing, this sandy coloured half-wolf. Saul was confused about exactly what he was. But he had arrived now and he looked worried, angry, distracted. For a moment the young male did not understand. But a grumble from his own stomach gave him the answer he needed. He was hungry, this half wolf. Saul's green eyes flashed up to catch the other creature's yellow and he was a little shocked when he sat down. He had seemed really anxious a moment ago, but now he sat. Still, the words that came from the creatures lips was oddly accented, a strange way of speaking that Saul was unsure of. Yes, he was just a pup but he had every right to be out here. If he was the type to get mad, he would have put this loner in its place. But he was the peaceful calm type, he didn't get angry about these kinds of things. So instead, he answered with a short; “Just wandering...” <style type="text/css"> .saul-a02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#95b596;} .saul-a02 i {font-weight:italic; color:#95b596;} .saul-a02 ooc {padding:0px; font-size:10px;} .saul-a02 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; font-size:12px;} .saul-a02 {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:#557941; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/345zadu.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 332px 0px; font-family:cambria; font-size:12px; color:#c0bd98; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Aquila - 10-17-2010 Aquila stopped. The pup was behind him. He was relieved that he wasn't on packlands, but the fact that Saul wasn't listening to him was a bit annoying, but he decided not to berate a pack wolf. He breathed through his muzzle, thinking, and closed it. "Okay. You know more of land." He tipped his head forward, indicating for the young wolf to follow him. He didn't like pups, but he was aware that maybe good things would come of him watching the pup. "Listen. You are quiet, you follow me. Okay? Quiet talk." He trudged on through the undergrowth, checking over his shoulder every so often that the pup was keeping up. He stopped, and sniffed a small matted place in the fallen leaves. "I smell rat," He whispered, "keep quiet. Be careful, not break stick." He kept low to the ground. The place where the small creature had stopped to rest- He didn't know any other word than 'Rat' for them -was fairly fresh. He sniffed, and nudged his head through a small tuft of grass into the hollow of a tree. He jetted forward, and caught the rabbit, bringing it out by the nape of its neck before placing a paw on its torso, and closing his teeth around its neck. "Ah. Good rat." - Saul Stormbringer - 10-20-2010 [html]
It was quite obvious that Saul was unsure of what to make of this male. If he was a male, Saul wasnt sure if every guy smelt the same, no matter what species. Green eyes watched as the coyote seemed to battle with something inside, taking a deep breath and releasing it through his muzzle. His disjointed, broken english came through again and Saul almost corrected him. This was the first time he'd been out here- he had no better idea of the land than this foreigner did. He was no help to the coyote, who still had no name in Saul's mind, but he wasnt going to say that. He could hunt and Saul wanted to know how to do it. If he admitted that he had no idea where anything was in this place, he would surely be sent away. So instead of admitting it, Saul let his head nod forward and a tentative smile to light up his features. The tip of the coyote's head was a universal symbol, for him to follow. He spoke again and Saul let his head nod again. <style type="text/css"> .saul-a02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#95b596;} .saul-a02 i {font-weight:italic; color:#95b596;} .saul-a02 ooc {padding:0px; font-size:10px;} .saul-a02 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; font-size:12px;} .saul-a02 {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:#557941; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/345zadu.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 332px 0px; font-family:cambria; font-size:12px; color:#c0bd98; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Aquila - 10-25-2010 [Sorry I'm late. Complications with internet connection, and the fact that I've been on fall break, I couldn't reply. And it's perfectly fine- I'm very rusty with Feral RP. You seem to be doing great to me. :3] Aquila snorted at the pup's snickering, licking the blood from his snout. He seemed not to care that his english was terrible, but the pup's stifled snickers seemed to make him relax. "Is small, is rat. Is what I know." He didn't sound annoyed, just adamant. He probably couldn't pronounce rabbit correctly anyway. "Name? Is... Aquila." He seemed to struggle with it for a moment, and then spat the word out. "And you. You have name, too?" He set to work cleaning the rabbit. The coyote sat up, hanging the rabbit from its legs with his teeth, blood dripping from its neck to the ground, staining the leaves a dark crimson. Once that was done, he'd set it down and begin to butcher the meat. "I hear that Wolves in woods here are big, scary. But you are not, so I think it is fairy-tale. No wolf walk on two legs." He seemed to struggle for words throughout the whole sentence, which would probably bring full-on laughs, if it were not for the seriousness of his tone. - Saul Stormbringer - 10-28-2010 [html]
Anyone else would have been outraged by the fact that a pup was laughing at him. Saul himself would have been fairly pissed if someone laughed at him. But this weird creature seemed to take mostly all of it into his stride. He didnt seem to care that he was being laughed at. And more importantly, he didnt care that his english was wrong. It seemed odd to Saul, who was usually so puncuate and articulate in his speaking. He was working to get the lisp of childhood out of his voice and it was working so far. With a chuckle and a roll of his shoulders, Saul let it go. If this creature wanted to believe that a rabbit was a rat, then so be it. There was nothing Saul was going to do about it, must less want to do about it. His tail flickered softly back and forward, trying hard to pinpoint the accent this creature was talking it. It would be difficult, seeing as Saul had experianced very little of the world. A smile crept over his lips as a name was spat at him. Aquila. <style type="text/css"> .saul-a02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#95b596;} .saul-a02 i {font-weight:italic; color:#95b596;} .saul-a02 ooc {padding:0px; font-size:10px;} .saul-a02 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; font-size:12px;} .saul-a02 {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:#557941; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/345zadu.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 332px 0px; font-family:cambria; font-size:12px; color:#c0bd98; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Aquila - 10-30-2010 [Yeah, we can finish it up. Just introduce him to a recognisable Luperci, that was the whole intention of this RP.] It was Aquila's turn to try to stifle his laughter. He dug a small hole in the leaves and dropped the rabbit, and began to chuckle. "Saul... You are no monster-wolf. You are not bigger than me. I am small." He chuckled, kicking the dirt over the rabbit's blood. He was, in fact, part of a religion that believed that the soul was in the blood. TO drink blood was to become a monster, to steal another creature's soul. It was punishable by death. In fact, that's what the superstition about Luperci was. He shook hs head again. "You want 'rrah-beet'? Come get a piece." [Sorry. I have to go, probably won't be online for a while.] - Saul Stormbringer - 11-03-2010 [html]
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