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Table by Frost.
OOC: 510 words; sorry it took so long, work has been stressful
The pup had taken to exploring yet again. He just couldn’t help himself. He had too much energy to stay in a single place. He couldn’t really be blamed could he? There was still just so much to see and explore. There was so much to do and very little daylight hours to do it all in. But he planned on making do with what time he had. So while his Mommy was sleeping he snuck out to start exploring. The sun had just started to peek over the horizon when he had headed out. He took off in a single direction and headed straight on off. He hadn’t explored the way he was going yet and so he wanted to get as far as he could before he would end up having to turn back. He wanted to get as far as he could before his Mommy came looking for him. He wanted to see as much of the land as possible. Which is why he had set out early and at a run. He eventually made his way towards the coast. Not that he actually knew that was the way that he was going. Instead he was just curious as to what was on that side of the land.
The sun had crept its way slowly upwards as the pup finally got to the land known as Beast’s Grin. Not that Lotus realized the name of it. Oh no, it was the small sea life that had attracted his attention. The animals in the water were weird. They weren’t like anything that he had ever seen before. There were squishy looking things with a lot of legs and others that were hard but still had a lot of legs. This was the pup’s first time anywhere near the ocean. His first time experiencing sea life. But then with how young he was he was only destined to have a lot of firsts. But this was something he would definitely have to tell his Mommy about when she found him again. All of these strange little things. Hey, maybe he could bring some home with him. That would really be fun. He would get to see them every day that way. He wouldn’t have to come all the way out this way in order to see them.
A paw reached out to poke at the marine animals. But that paw quickly retracted as a crab clamped a claw down on it. “Oww! Hey! What did you do that for?” Yes, he actually questioned the crustacean. “That really hurts!” The words were whined out as he shook his paw, trying to shake off the hold of the crab. The crab didn’t seem to want to let go though. The pup hobbled backwards away from the water still shaking his paw desperately. It was a hard way to learn a lesson but no doubt he won’t be poking at the hard things again. They weren’t very nice. If you poked them then they would bite you and try to eat you.
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WC 786.
Great post! 
The ebony femme was growing tiresome of her traveling – she, like so many travelers before her, longed to find a place to settle. Though she had already decided that she would remain in the boundaries of Nova Scotia, she was yet to discover a place worth living in – and in all honesty, she had begun thinking of joining a pack. As such, she was weighing up her options, exploring as much territory as possible to see if the landscapes helped sway her decision. At the current moment in time, it hadn't helped much, yet with an open mind, her hopes still dwindled on this method – that, and obviously asking around for advice, if it were required.
As Lucia strolled slowly across the watery sands of Beast's grin, her absinthe-painted eyes scanning the horizon, her thoughts wandered to her discovered knowledge of the war between Dahlia and Inferni. Though she was not currently linked to either packs, there was a burning curiosity inside of her – she wanted to know the how's and why's of this war, and some twisted part of her even considered being in it. Though the only way she could do such a thing would be to join one of the packs – and for that reason only, it seemed a little rushed. Thus, she had traveled here – the sandy water's edge of Beast's Grin – to think, and perhaps clear her mind of her strange, almost warped idea of a pack life. There were too many insecurities, too many unknown territories that lay in the life of a pack member – she wasn't too loyal most days, for she harbored dark secrets and that would most certainly be her downfall.
As her mind continued to steal her attention, the obsidian canine stopped along the shoreline. Her comfort on two legs rather than her traditional four made the trek less tiring, however, she still required a rest – not so much to regain strength, but to give herself a break and smoke a cigarette. Scrabbling with her green rucksack, which originally had been slung over her right shoulder, she pulled out a single cigarette and placed it between her lips. Smiling at the idea of the toxic calm she would be getting, her slender digits grasped a lighter from a small side pocket and brought flame to the stick. Inhaling, the tip glowed orange, smoke floating into the atmosphere and the smell of chemicals clinging to her fur. Her muscles relaxed, and as she slowly came around to reality, her thoughts quieter with the poisonous addiction now circling her anatomy via veins and arteries, malachite eyes fell atop a small shape in the near distance. At first, the female put it down to the lack of water in her diet, but as her auds twitched atop her crown – there was a voice, talking to something, or someone. This tiny blob in her eye-line was a pup.
Curious, and perhaps a little on the bored side, Lucia pressed forward; her feet sinking into the ground, her lips pursed tightly on the burning cancer, smoke circling her like vultures to dessert. As she slowed her step, no more than two feet from the small canine, she threw her butt to the ground. It fizzled quietly, landing in one of the many pools of ocean water that littered the vast landscape. Tilting her head slightly, the black female was momentarily stumped at what – or who – this little ball of fluff was talking to, yet as his body shook, the older female's eyes fell upon a crab who had gladly taken refuge by clinging to the pup's paw. Stifling a laugh in her throat, the female took another step forward – more to ensure that she would be heard, rather than to frighten the smaller canine.
Her lips parted, words flowing out gently – kindly, and filled with knowing. She wasn't here to harm him – she was bored, and though she had not laughed aloud, nor told him of her amusement, this little pup had made her day – youthful idiocy was wonderful. “I wouldn't shake it if I were you – It'll just cling harder. What you really need is some warm water,” she paused, doubting very much that such a thing would be easy to come across in the middle of nowhere. “However, alcohol also helps – and luckily, it won't kill the crab.” She winked playfully, “--He'll just be a little bit drunk...” She signaled to her backpack, “I do have some alcohol with me if you want me to get it to stop pinching you? It won't hurt, I promise.”
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