07-17-2009, 08:17 PM
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Onus is always in Optime. My length won't at all match your's XD
He wondered if it would ever stop raining. Not that he necessarily minded all that much. It could just be a little troublesome. Especially with all the hunting he had been doing lately. Fishing was far easier for him than hunting rabbits or other rodents, but with the constant downpour it made fishing nearly impossible. He supposed he could learn to use a rod and line as the humans had done, but it just wasn't his style. He much preferred the way that he did it, standing in the water until a fish got too close and comfortable and he could reach down and snatch it. Undoubtedly quicker than the silly rod and more efficient. Considering how much Cwmfen needed to eat these days, quickness and efficiency were things he valued. The coyote had a feeling that it wouldn't be all that much longer until her litter was born and that made him anxious.
The rain had stopped for a while and his lover was asleep so he had decided to take a walk. He had donned all his usual trappings, the hat, the coat and the scarf. His hat and coat would be very useful if it started to rain again. Onus had traveled into the area known as Arachnea's Revenge, which he had discovered on earlier treks was aptly named. Fragile webs hung everywhere and one could almost always catch the quick movements of some spider out of the corner of their eye. He came across a lake that he observed for a few minutes before deciding that a perch in one of the nearby trees sounded more comfortable than standing around. Deftly the man climbed the tree and found a suitably thick branch. He settled himself with his back against the trunk and his legs spread out in front him. That hidden gaze swept over the waters from their new vantage point. What a strange lake and how blue the waters were.
Onus had settled into a shallow sleep. For many the idea of falling asleep in a tree would have been a little frightening. There was always the chance that you could move around in your sleep and fall, risking broken bones or even death if one had been high enough up. But the vigilante had trained himself to stay incredibly still while he slumbered. Sometimes he had stayed in a tree for days waiting for some target to make a move. It was those same deeply trained instincts that caught the noise of someone else approaching the area. Immediately those dark eyes were open and quietly searching. The rested upon the battered form of a female hybrid, seemingly admiring the lake as he had done earlier. In silence he watched the woman for a long time, his nose attempting to catch her scent and yet failing to in the wet air.
Somewhat intrigued by the woman Onus decided to speak up. Perhaps he could learn something from her. "Interesting lake," that rough monotone called out.
He wondered if it would ever stop raining. Not that he necessarily minded all that much. It could just be a little troublesome. Especially with all the hunting he had been doing lately. Fishing was far easier for him than hunting rabbits or other rodents, but with the constant downpour it made fishing nearly impossible. He supposed he could learn to use a rod and line as the humans had done, but it just wasn't his style. He much preferred the way that he did it, standing in the water until a fish got too close and comfortable and he could reach down and snatch it. Undoubtedly quicker than the silly rod and more efficient. Considering how much Cwmfen needed to eat these days, quickness and efficiency were things he valued. The coyote had a feeling that it wouldn't be all that much longer until her litter was born and that made him anxious.
The rain had stopped for a while and his lover was asleep so he had decided to take a walk. He had donned all his usual trappings, the hat, the coat and the scarf. His hat and coat would be very useful if it started to rain again. Onus had traveled into the area known as Arachnea's Revenge, which he had discovered on earlier treks was aptly named. Fragile webs hung everywhere and one could almost always catch the quick movements of some spider out of the corner of their eye. He came across a lake that he observed for a few minutes before deciding that a perch in one of the nearby trees sounded more comfortable than standing around. Deftly the man climbed the tree and found a suitably thick branch. He settled himself with his back against the trunk and his legs spread out in front him. That hidden gaze swept over the waters from their new vantage point. What a strange lake and how blue the waters were.
Onus had settled into a shallow sleep. For many the idea of falling asleep in a tree would have been a little frightening. There was always the chance that you could move around in your sleep and fall, risking broken bones or even death if one had been high enough up. But the vigilante had trained himself to stay incredibly still while he slumbered. Sometimes he had stayed in a tree for days waiting for some target to make a move. It was those same deeply trained instincts that caught the noise of someone else approaching the area. Immediately those dark eyes were open and quietly searching. The rested upon the battered form of a female hybrid, seemingly admiring the lake as he had done earlier. In silence he watched the woman for a long time, his nose attempting to catch her scent and yet failing to in the wet air.
Somewhat intrigued by the woman Onus decided to speak up. Perhaps he could learn something from her. "Interesting lake," that rough monotone called out.