ooc: I hope Seabreeze Brink is alright. 1pt from word of the day

The dog watched as his fellow friend quailed with fear at the approaching wave, she fearfully waddled backward and trotted toward the boy; where the water couldn't reach her. It was very cold, Edgar knew this as he then rubbed his shoulders for warmth. He was glad that he had found that abandoned human civilization when he did, because if he didn't he would be a whole lot colder right now; his clothes helped provide some heat. Food sounded good right now, he was starving. Hungrily, he reached his hand into his bag and groped around to try to find that book. Pulling it out, he set it on the ground. Hot Chocolate, the top of the page read. Well, he'd need a fire first; Edgar gathered rocks, sticks and some moss to start a nice little fire on the beach. Striking his knife on the rock, he managed to make a fire; dark, thick smoke beginning to float up into the air. He had the ingredients stashed away in his bag, so there was no need to go out getting any. He propped a rather large saucepan up above the fire and then added the water and milk. After a few moments of watching the two liquids boil together, he added in vanilla, sugar and ecru brown cocoa powder. The Brittany licked his lips as he gently stirred the ingredients together. The two jars that had held the water and the milk sat beside him, they would be used to drink out of. There was one extra cup for any nearby luperci who was curious enough to go over and see what was the reason for the fire.

ooc: 1pt from word of the day

The arrival of the Aussie was coetaneous with the pouring of hot chocolate into the glasses. Edgar looked up, surprised that someone else was out wandering these shores besides him. The spaniel recognized the male as an Australian Shepherd; he knew this from having dealt with a few in his past. The artist loved to draw and paint Australian Shepherds because their pelts were so colorful and full of beauty. He watched as the man try and ask him something, he assumed it was if he could have some chocolate and warm up by the cozy fire he had created. The glasses, or jars, that held the hot chocolate were very large; almost a quart. Because of this, they were filled up almost all the way. It was a whole lot of hot chocolate, but Edgar hadn't had anything to eat in a while and it would taste bad if he kept it in his bag for long. The dog gave the stranger, who was a friend in his eyes, a welcoming smile and kindly handed him a cup of hot chocolate; inviting him to sit with him. His actions showed that you don't need words to greet a stranger.

ooc: The word of the day is on this website

Edgar's first sip of the tasty concoction, held in his hands, he had made was very cautious. His tongue burned quite a bit, but it felt very good in his empty stomach. He continued to drink more of his hot chocolate, surprised at how great it tasted when he had used such simple ingredients. The luperci decided that he'd have to make it again, having so many of the ingredients left in his bag. He felt happy to see his guest enjoying the fire and his beverage, his expression had seemingly brightened at the heat both had provided. After a few minutes of not trying to talk with the spaniel, the Aussie looked over at him and spoke. Having no idea what he had just said, Edgar wrote a message down for him: I'm deaf, could you write that down? My name is Edgar, by the way. What brings you out here at this time of night? The Brittany had figured that he probably didn't belong to a pack, he didn't have an unusual scent and anyone who was apart of a pack wouldn't want to be outside on a freezing night. The boy's pet walked out toward him and stuck her head into her friend's bag; pulling out a warm, buttery biscuit. Edgar glanced over at her with a slight smile on his lips, not bothered by the fact that she was eating what he had planned to eat for his breakfast.

ooc: I'm sorry it took me more than an hour to reply, that is sooo unlike me I promise I will never do that again lol

Edgar could tell when a luperci didn't have a whole lot of experience with writing, it had happened several times to him before in the past. The solution to problems like that would either be to do something else besides write or write in simpler phrases. The Brittany read over what the male wrote, nodding after doing so. Helios, it was an interesting name. He wondered what it meant; it certainly didn't mean anything that Edgar could understand. Once the Aussie had finished writing a reply, he looked to be a bit embarassed by having written something so simple. Just minutes later, Helios then began to carve a piece of drift wood lying around into what looked to be a luperci. When the canine then carved more of the head, Edgar realized that it was supposed to be him. He smiled, wondering what else the male could do. The spaniel had made several sculptures before, but not wooden ones; wood was difficult for him to work with. His eyes widened as he watched the dog carve away at the wood, creating a very beautiful portrayal of Edgar. Wanting to give the shepherd dog something else in return, Edgar began to make fluffy pancakes with cranberries in them. The delightful smell of pancakes filled the air around them as they both worked.

Days away from then, Edgar would be apart of a new pack. At that moment though Edgar wasn't sure which direction his lfe would go in terms of what pack he'd join or if he'd even be in a pack at all. The male before him appeared to be working hard, he was paying a lot of attention to the head of the wooden sculpture though; that part seeming, and looking, to be the most difficult of all. Edgar realized, as he was finishing up his pancakes, that a lot of time had passed; the stars and moon were both much more visible now and the sky was a dark purple. Their cups were both empty too, at the realization of this the luperci quickly filled them back up. Looking up at Helios, he had written something. What is that? It smells great! After reading it, he looked up at the dog and smiled brightly, flattered by what head said. He loved it when people appreciated his food; it was something that really meant a lot to him. Edgar served up the cranberry pancakes and put syrup on both stacks; Helios's much taller that his. Then he wrote: [b]Thank you, they're pancakes with cranberries. The brown liquid is called maple syrup, be careful not to get it in your fur because it's sticky. Cooking was never just a blessing to the Brittany, it was a need. It really became a problem when he was about to die from starvation and he decided to take his sweet time making brownies. Edgar picked up his fork and took a bite, his licked his lips; surprised by how well the batch came out.

At the first bite of his stack of sweet-tasting pancakes sitting on his own plate, he remembered being in the old candy store with his friend, who he never known the name of. It was peppermints that he had first learned to make, it wasn't often that he made them since it brought up memories of his mother's death; the moment he saw her die he had one in his mouth; about to vomit up all of the other sweets that he had eaten fart too many of that day. Looking back over at his rather artistic guest, he saw him eagerly devour his whole stack. Edgar smiled, trying to avoid the thoughts of his childhood, and started to make more for him; knowing that he had a very large appetite. As he continued to cook, he saw Helios in the corner of his eye seem to be moving his mouth as he looked at his note. The Brittany had no idea how to pronounce things, his thoughts literally had no sounds associated with him; he, in a way, had a silent mind that only would bring up pictures and written words. Because of his deafness and inability to pronounce things in his mind, it made it nearly impossible for him to teach others how to write and completely unable to teach others to read. From time to time he would sit there wondering what it was really like to experience sound, was it amazing as it seemed to be? As these thoughts went through his mind, he moved the fresh pancakes over to Helios' plate and handed it to him; adding a few long strips of bacon he had made along with them. The dog was then able to see the finished work of art that the merle male had created. He reached out for the wooden object and held it in his hands, amazed by his work and then got an idea; he would draw him a picture if he would make another wooden sculpture of his goose friend. Edgar signaled to him that he wanted to do this by pretending to draw with a pencil and motion toward the sculpture. He had become friends with a fellow artist that evening.

ooc: This'll be the last post c:

Edgar watched the Aussie finish his stack of cranberry pancakes, taking time to savor it this time. He appeared to be saving his favorite for last - the bacon. Smiling, the shepherd dog gave Edgar a nod; agreeing to his offer. His guest glanced over at his bird before starting to make careful cuts in the piece of driftwood. Looking back at the one he had already made, the boy decided to just paint for him; not having the kind male do yet another wooden sculpture. Right when he was going to convey this to the dog, he had lied down and started to fall asleep. Edgar smiled, then taking a wool blanket out of his bag and spreading it out over his new friend. Once Helios had finally closed his eyes, falling into a light and comfortable slumber, the Brittany started to paint the image of Helios carving him; the fire in front of him providing enough light for him to create. Hours passed as the spaniel skillfully added soft strokes to the painting, it was a beautiful night.