Hang me up and out to dry

Ettore Russo · 03-09-2011, 06:48 PM

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Once the sun drew to the zenith of the skies, it was indication to proceed onward. A vagabond who didn't have an accommodation to call their own didn't linger in one setting for too long, not if there was no significance to it. Millstone Village (even though the name of said ruined village was never learned) manifested interest and peculiar things to explore in the time the Italian Luperci was there, especially the encounter with the Jackal who held black eyes like a vortex. The Jackal had not provided information of any use to the Italian, and so investigating whatever else caught his fiery amber eyes, the rogue was on the move once again.

Encountering the shoreline past Millstone Village offered cliffs, to where Ettore loped to the tallest he could find, and from the ledges looked on southward. There was another peninsula of land there, and with obviously no means to cross the waters by sail or boat, it meant hiking by foot up and around to reach the southern lands. It only took him about a day and a half's time before curving down into a somewhat southwestern path. The multitude of tall pines and even taller deciduous trees was a veil from the heavy snowfall of the season, as plowing through ankle high powder and ice lessened to more slippery, slick, and frozen ice pathways. Making exploration a little quicker in pace (not to be too quick with slipping, however), it was the marking point from leaving Drifter Bay and Halcyon Mountains into The Dampwoods.

Trailing alongside a frozen stream, there was a subdivide where the stream deepened into a semi-shallow pool. With the current of water frozen completely over, wiping away the snow that collected on the glass like surface of the pool revealed a window of the world beneath it. Appearing bottomless, Ettore measured the depth of what was observed and figured it could be a paramount spot for some stray fish to linger. With only mild hunger in his stomach, it didn't falter his destination by taking a pitstop in order to attempt to fish out a light meal. Recovering his blade from his belt, the butt of the blade was used to clout a hole in the surface. Then, taking a thin line of fishing line recovered from a scrap yard miles back, there was a portion of dried fruit also retrieved from the bottom of his travel bag that was tied onto the line. It wasn't too much of an innovative tool Ettore was accustomed to like, but in the wilderness on your own, you used what you could salvage. It was what Lorenzo taught him. Lorenzo hadn't been proved wrong yet.

Zebedee · 03-11-2011, 02:25 AM

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A figure covered in fluff was plodding onwards through the snow, rounded ears flattened back to his head. The cold winter air held a frightening silence, one that almost chilled the large creature straight to the bone. The area seemed to amplify his loneliness, and the pungent scent of asphalt stung his nose. The area was thoroughly overgrown, green splitting through the harsh black stone. This area evoked very little enthusiasm from the young male, unlike his first encounter with the beach. He had never seen asphalt before, either, but he was truly not enjoying it. He made haste through this area, coming from a trot to a run. He bounded through the snow, his heart soon beginning to hammer against his chest. A sore ache began to fill his body, infiltrating straight to his lungs. The pain took his mind off of the prior loneliness. Once again he truly felt alive.

The area was soon enough left behind, and his adventures continued. He encountered an open field filled with rocks and sparse vegetation. The snow had claimed this land as well, making it hard for the youth to determine a safe path. In a rare moment of clarity, he decided to take the long path around rather than diving right in. He had started his journey the morning before, and already the sun was growing high, marking the mid point of his second day. By the time it was directly above him, he paused. The scene before him left him in awe, and a smile cracked across his maw. The flora and fauna had grown much more dense and the snowy pines now reached endlessly towards the sky. The shadows cast were almost a relief as the sun glinting across the snow had become painful on the wolfdog's eyes. The scene of a forest was a relief- it was familiar territory to the mutt. Despite the dull aching that ran through his body due to his earlier running, he lifted one paw after the other and continued onward.

He found the ground here to be a little harder than he had become accustomed to, a little more slick. He fell a couple of times, leaving him with a new scrape on his chin and a sore rump. Finally his body could take no more, and he settled himself against a tree trunk. This was the second time he had come to collapse from exhaustion. He lowered his head and let his eyes slide to a close, the last thing he saw before a deep slumber being the treetops, and then the frozen creek in the distance as his gaze cascaded downwards. He found himself immediately dead to the world.

The youth awakened with a start. Something was amiss. He cracked his eyes open, darting them back and forth across the landscape before him. He now understood what had woken him up. He was downwind, and he could scent another male. He rose to his feet slowly, grimacing at his own stiffness. He stretched himself out languidly, yawning widely before he scurried back and tucked himself behind a tree. It wasn't long before the said male came to approach the creek, which also brought the pool to Zed's attention. What was this guy doing, anyways? His ears grew fully erect, his eyes widening with a sense of childish wonder. He had grown up with his mother, so he was not accustomed to the differing food-gathering tactics of his own kind. Using tools truly was foreign to him. He watched curiously for a moment, but soon decided he didn't understand in the least. His brain was not yet meant to perform proper deductions with so little information. Thus, he took the initiative and full on BOUNDED towards the unaware male, skidding to a halt a short distance away. His excitement had stolen his breath, causing him to huff slightly, his breath appearing in bits of fog hanging around his head. "What are you doin'?" He demanded, now approaching the other with more caution, his eyes stuck on the sliced ice and the line. He, as per usual, forgot introductions due to how focused his attention was on this other creature and his weird behavior. "I never seen that before." He noted as well. Hopefully he hadn't startled the other too much with his rude approach. He truly could be tactless at times, this mutt.

Silyva · 03-11-2011, 03:19 PM

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OOC: Ugh its no where near as long as ya'lls.

Silyva could hear her Martens tummy grumble for food. The tiny creature was curled around her neck, snuggling close to her shagged hair to keep warm. It was quite cold outside, wind blew a small breeze that seemed to make it even more chilly.. She could feel it grab at her coat, threating to rip it way from her. To freeze her along with everything else. Everything seemed to be covered in ice.. Trees, the ground, shurbs, and even all the water was froven over. And with everything being so cold ment she would find no small meal to snatch, and she could smell no larger prey nearby. This worried her. She knew she could last a bit longer without food but not her Rina. Her Marten needed to eat, and soom. She hated when her animal was hungry. Even though Rina didn't try to tell Silyva that she was hungry, she could hear it. The slight grumbles and grones coming from her tummy. Putting her hood over her head, she shook of the clod and truged on. She had to find something for her little one.

Silyva had been walking for a while now. Still there was nothing in sight. Nada. She kept lifting her head to the sky then bending to the Earth and sniffing the snow. Trying to find even the slightest hint of a source of food close by.. After another few more minutes is repaeting this over and over she finally caught a hint of something. But this was not a smell, but a sound. She could hear the slightest rummble of moving water. And with moving water came with fish. Fish were food. She would have to make a fire and try to cook them for Rina but that would be fine. She was cold any way. "Well little Rina, looks like we found ourselves dinner.. Hopefully." She wasn't skilled at hunting fish in the least bit at all. Nor did she have any gear to get it out of the water. She would have to come up with some way though. She turned her direction towards the sound and headed off. Deturmined to catch her self some fish.

As she was on her way there, she reached but into her backpack and pulled out her dagger. She would just have to make her some way to get one.

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Ettore Russo · 03-14-2011, 01:31 PM

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No worries, Sita. Quality over quantity is best! Also, is she still making progress toward Ette and Zeb? I wasn't sure if she was just running around or if she happened before them with her dagger drawn. Let me know if I need to edit anything.

Attempting to fish with an economical line like device with molded fruit wouldn't guarantee the largest or quickest catch to look forward to, so the Italian knew this would be a time consuming process. Judging from the degree of the season in these parts, this particular frozen over stream would be the best bet in order to catch something remotely filling. Kneeling down in order to slightly bounce balance on his legs, one elbow rested on his knee as he bobbed the line to create movement. A soft wind of air blew from his snout, keeping his amber gaze transfixed upon the still, dark, chilled waters beneath the sheath of ice.

Precisely, ears swiveled backwards to catch movement and an inquiring voice. Swiftly turning his glance behind him, Ettore was met with a four legged creature with a face almost looking like it was forcefully pushed inward. A muzzle stout and broad, fur haphazard and fluffier than the average wolf, and a tail that curled about itself rather than sweeping down and out. This was the second "creature" Ettore would encounter in this region, for Tsrmono the dark little Jackal he experienced at the Amish ruins was truly a sight to behold to the curious wanderer. It seemed like this would be another case of such. The little half wolf, half dog looking creature questioned what the Italian was trying to accomplish, and giving a glance at his inferior fishing line, there was a handsome smirk to adorn his lips. "Fishing, or attempting to." Ettore replied, with a little humor. The Italian didn't think the wolfdog was trying to be sarcastic when he noted how he never seen such a thing, but Ettore's smirk broadened. "Yes, not too many use the traditional way of line fishing. You have never been fishing before, though?" Ettore's reply started off humorous, but then ended somewhat serious, wondering if the wolfdog before him never truly held opportunity to fish. Fishing to Ettore was second nature back in his country.

Soon another would appear in the area, this time drawn with a dagger and something of a companion nestled into her fur for warmth. She was a Luperci female matured with a tautly structured physique: strong looking legs, lean muscle through her torso, overall athletic from possible long travel and labor. She didn't appear to look dainty like a very feminine Luperci, but one who was strong willed, physically capable to defend herself. Her coat was deep and dark almost like the midnight, with faint traces of brown and silver found throughout. An assortment of intriguing accessories and what looked like a tattoo branded on her shoulder, she appeared to be quite compelling. In the manner she pulled her dagger out didn't appear threatening (and she seemed to be looking for something in the area). Tilting his chin up and giving a little whistle, his smirk remained on his lips, as his free hand raised to wave slightly and acknowledge her presence, as well as the the two male's presence in the area.

Zebedee · 03-21-2011, 02:13 AM

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OOCtasties: Sorry for the uber delay. I've been fighting a sickness and I'm only now getting better x__x

The young male watched the other intently, his eyes holding an innocent, almost childlike apt interest in this new phenomenon. He settled back on his haunches, head canting itself to one side. "Fishing..?" Zeb murmured, pondering over the word. He had heard it somewhere before, he was sure of it.. His face contorted in thought for a moment before he once again returned to his attention to this new male, remembering that the other was still talking. He shook his head in response, still seeming somewhat quizzical, "Nope.. I've never done that before... Fishing." He took a moment to shift himself, the icy patch he had settled on stinging at his rump slightly.

He hesitated a moment, as if thinking something over to himself before replying yet again, "Is it somethin'.. Like.. Is it something things like us do..?" The word escaped him. He had used and heard it so little, what with his limited social contact, that he often would forget it. "Like, when you go into another form, like you are..? I don't know much about that kinda stuff.. My mom wasn't like that, you know, she uhh.. Couldn't change. An' she didn't teach me anyways.." He did have other influences later on growing up, but those older males had taught him only the basics of hunting, and didn't have a taste for fish. "Y'know what I mean?" He didn't know very much about standard Luperci life, and thus it was kind of hard for him to discuss. He now allowed his attention to waver, eyes drifting towards whatever this new guy had waved to and whistled at. Huh?

He now nodded a greeting as well to this newcomer, offering a smile. He may not be the most socially apt, but he was definitely friendly. His instincts roused him to bark out a short greeting. He wasn't one to get in the way of his instincts, after all. He suddenly felt a tad uncomfortable, which was unusual for him. He looked at the other two in their Optime form, pondering over changing himself to feel a little better fitted to the situation. He didn't like his Optime form much- it was very uncomfortable to him due to his lack of experience and education. He allowed himself to scratch idly at his chin with his hindpaw as he worked the possibility over. Maybe if he changed, he could learn this new fishing thing.

Silyva · 04-01-2011, 11:36 AM

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OOC: Im am soooo sorry for not posting any sooner! Sad My brain is fried from studying so please excuse this nasty post...

Silyva was planning on finding herself a nice stick and attach her dagger to it and than go do herself a good bit of fishing. Looking around she tried to find a turdy one. Nothing that would break under the fishes weight and make her lose her beautiful dagger. Oh how she would hate to see that happen. She had had this dagger ever since she had left her parents. It was another gift from them that she adored very much. Like all of her other belongings, she kept them in perfect shape. All were shiny and clean, not the least bit of wear could be seen on them. Silyva neared the river now and took a look around. A noise caught her attention. Turring her head to see who whistled at her. Or at least she thought they did so at her. She hadn't planed on meeting anyone.

Silyva noticed the two male wolves down stream from her. The male who caught her attention was medium sized. As she nodded her hello and walked towards them slowly she sized him up as she did with everyone she met. He had a broad chest and shoulders, his upper torso was a bit larger than his lower half wich met he did more upper body worlk. He's arms would be strong. He was a chestnut color mixed with many other colors as well. Traces of Silver Gray, Beige, and Lavish. She couldn't tell what type of wolf he was but she could tell he was pure. Switching her attention to the other wolf she sized him up as well. At first glance she could tell he was a wolf dog. What he was made up of he could tell. The wolf dog was had a somewhat broad body, she could tell if he was just fluffy or had some meat under all that fur. His coat was a mixture of different shades of browns and his tail currled on his back. Maybe he was part huskey? She knew that their tails did that sometimes.

When she finally got close enough she spoke "Well hello there boys. I see we all have the same idea in mind. Fishing." With a slight grin she resumed looking for a sturdy stick "My name is Silyva, the creature around my neck is Rina. She is a Marten." Rreaching down to pick up on she thought would do just fine, she turned to look back at them. Waiting for their relpy.

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