Sticks and Stones - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: Sticks and Stones (/showthread.php?tid=1944) |
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- Red Sol - 05-13-2008 [html]
- Umbra - 05-13-2008 [html]
Belly full with scrumptious deer, Umbra had left Tawny behind, heading westward to where the
He stopped, staring at the creature and not knowing whether to be horrified, intrigued or disgusted. It was obvious, this time, that it was one of those shape-shifting freaks he was dealing with; not only was it walking on two legs, but it was covered with some sort of extra pelt (infested with twigs and leaves) and carried a bundle by its hip. Bright Luna, Umbra thought. How was he supposed to deal with this? Perhaps he could just pretend he hadn't seen the other, and just... sneak past? Yes, that would maybe be best. So that's what he attempted, acting casual as he walked on and hoped the other male wouldn't take notice of him. "This be speech." - Red Sol - 05-14-2008 [html]
- Umbra - 05-14-2008 [html]
Short's ok ^^ Mine's also short.
Damn. Just... damn. Umbra turned and nodded at the stranger. "Good evening," he replied relatively calmly, disguising his frown of dismay as one of cautious intrigue. He sat back on his haunches and took the opportunity to study the stranger a bit more thoroughly. "It's not often I meet someone like you," he commented, letting his gaze slide pointedly over the items worn and carried by the two-legged 'wolf'. He could do this. Surely he could. Maybe if he tried to see the shifter as an entirely different breed? Like... a crow, or something. Except there was that glaring canine semblance, fettering Umbra to the idea of a wolf impostor. He tried to ignore it. - Red Sol - 05-14-2008 [html]
- Umbra - 05-14-2008 [html]
Umbra blinked. And blinked again. See how patient he was? The other wasn't even speaking normally, but threw in loads of made-up words -- probably to make himself out to be better than Umbra. Well, he failed.
"You say what?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow skeptically."I'm Umbra," he added, having actually understood that part, mostly due to the sign language accompanying the words. Well, at least this creature saw fit to introduce himself, unlike Tawny whom he'd never gotten an actual name from. A thought hit him. "Do you even understand me?" There was the slight possibility that the other wasn't just making words up. A part of him wanted to believe that, whereas the more suspicious part of him doubted that it could be so. Partly because that meant his first assumption would have been wrong, and Umbra... Well, who liked to be wrong? Besides, it was a shifter. Anyone who trusted a shifter was clearly not paranoid enough. - Red Sol - 05-14-2008 [html]
- Umbra - 05-15-2008 [html]
GRAH! Firefox shot itself mid-post, and it didn't remember it when I started it back up >.< *tries to rewrite*
Umbra groaned inwards as the freak tried to explain how little he could understand. Great. Just great. And he couldn't just walk away, could he? Not when he'd already started talking to the freak. Not without an excuse. Which he would somehow have to communicate to the other. "Is it easier if I speak slowly?" he asked, pronouncing his words clearly, as if he was talking to a child. Well, there was little difference anyway, was there. His forelegs were tense, his tail still and unmoving. When he noticed, he made a conscious effort to relax. It was true that he didn't quite want to stay here, but there was no reason to let the other know how uncomfortable he made Umbra feel. He might have asked this Red Sol to tell him what he knew of their surroundings and the state of packs and other wolves, but there were two hindrances. First of all, the language barrier would more than likely garble up their conversation (if it could be called such) so that everything important got lost, and secondly this wasn't a wolf. Not in Umbra's eyes, at least. And he'd been taught practically since birth that the strange shifters were not to be trusted. Which meant that despite how naive and friendly this one looked, Umbra couldn't let his guard down. "What brings you here?" he asked instead, though why he made an effort to keep the conversation alive was beyond him. - Red Sol - 05-27-2008 [html]
- Umbra - 05-27-2008 [html]
No worries ^.^
This was giving Umbra a headache. He tried to understand what this creature was telling him, though it was difficult. But from what he understood, it didn't help at all if he spoke slowly. He wanted to hide his face under his paws and stay there till the other went away, but that wasn't really an option, was it? Besides, he didn't really trust one of the shifting kind to ignore such an open invitation to harm him. Let's see... You something here. To come, me place. ...Where did that make sense? He shook his head and tried to make his way through the rest of what Red had said. Something about trees. And someone had... stolen his tree? Umbra groaned. Tree? Who cares about a tree? This guy must be seriously nuts. Unless, of course, Umbra had misunderstood things. And why was he staring like that at Umbra? Umbra had definitely not stolen any trees. "There are plenty of other trees," he replied, looking around them as if to make a point. There were indeed plenty of trees there. "You could pick any of those, couldn't you?" Even more proof that the shifting kind weren't wolves. A wolf wouldn't care that much about a frigging tree, for Luna's sake. He had to ask. "Why do you even want a tree?" - Red Sol - 05-27-2008 [html]
- Umbra - 05-28-2008 [html]
Poor Red. And poor Umbra, too XD
If Umbra could have been more taken aback and dismayed, he didn't want to know. This was horrible. Not only was it a freaking shifter, but it climbed trees! What was it? A squirrel? He just blinked up at the now tree-borne freak, too shocked to say anything at first. Yet more proof that shifters were. not. wolves. He shook his head a little. "Right," was all he could say when he found his voice again. "Well, I'm not intending to steal any trees from you. In fact, I was thinking of moving on. I'm heading west, you see, to hopefully find more of my kind. It was nice meeting you, however." Indeed. Umbra had had enough of talking to this one, and if there was any information to be had, he'd willingly forgo it to get away. - Red Sol - 05-29-2008 [html]
- Umbra - 05-30-2008 [html]
Umbra: ...can I eat him now? ¬_¬
Me: No. Now post. Was the freak laughing at him? Was he laughing at Umbra? Umbra's hackles rose, as did a growl deep in his throat. If Red hadn't been in that tree... But he was, and therefore Umbra checked himself. It rankled him that Red seemed to consider himself some sort of grandee, but the easiest solution was walking away. And therefore he snorted slightly. "As I said, I have business elsewhere," he stated, striving to assume that cold tone his mother used when she was displeased with something. "May the goddess shine on you and give you your due." While it may seem as a well-wish, it wasn't. As far as Umbra was concerned, the "due" of shifters was nothing positive. He nodded up at the freak in the tree, and stood up to walk away, head and tail held high. |