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Obara Vade
Somebody stepped inside your soul. Little by little they robbed and stole
She done stepped on a glass :o Bear with, I'm getting used to this gal! <3
Word Count: [324] Form: Optime Date: 9/28/14 Time: Mid-morning

If she had just a pint more madness, she might have frothed with temper at the interruption. But she was not a creature without reason, and she could see no reason to rave and carry on over such a small hiccup.


However, even reasonable creatures can't help but growl softly over small misfortunes.


A dark, angry red stream dampened the pad of her foot, but in the midst of the crimson was a pure crystalline shard, plunged so deep into the rough skin that she could just hardly see its tip. A human thing, she knew – or at least, some old piece of it. How it had come to rest among the old trees of these remote woods the russet shade knew not – but there it was imbedded in her right foot, and that was something he could definitely understand.


A white-palmed hand leaned heavily against the slate coloured mare, jolting her roughly every so often when she would lose her balance. Ears plastered firmly against her head, Obara tried (and continually failed) to grab hold of the thing, teeth bared at the annoyance. The pain was minimal, and the blood was no bother – it was the cease of movement that bothered her. Rarely did she ever have a destination, but this day was a rare enough day indeed – the Vade woman had woken early to be on the move. She headed east, and hoped to see the coast by nightfall.


Damn, She snarled mentally. After a while she considered just leaving it and going by horseback the rest of the way. Surely it'll come loose on its own. With a decisive, sudden movement, she dropped the offending foot and swung atop Stranger's bare back. She could feel beads of blood running down to her toes, and looking back, she could see a trail. With a grimace, she urged the mare onward, hoping to be out of the area quickly.


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HIGH-yah, Laufey's an idiot poow [300+]



Laufey was having the time of his life wandering around Nova Scotia, he felt free and completely removed from his responsibilities. His siblings weren't nagging him and his time was his own and there were zero expectations. He could go to and fro without a care in the world and he could eat dirt and shit and really whatever he wanted to. He had concluded if this wasn't the life, he wasn't sure what was.


Though, there was the pesky thing that he had to do, which was surviving on his own. That was a pain and he realized this soon enough that it was lonely at times and he was not the best hunter in the world. He caught rabbits and birds and other animals, but the last deer he had tried to take down had kicked him right in the ribs. That hadn't been fun at all.


He didn't let it bring him down though and he shook it off and continued with his day and he was exploring new places everyday. Not too long ago, he had sniffed out some caves hidden by high tide and had very nearly drowned when the tide decided to come back very quickly. Laufey was a determined thing, endlessly curious about everything and surprised when things didn't go his way but he never let anything bring him down.


And as he jaunted to another place, he caught on rather easily to the smell of blood. Laufey was rather keen on those things since he was a more than happy scavenger and sometimes big things like moose keeled over and he was more than happy to have his way with a corpse. But as he followed the blood, he didn't find a kill but rather a rather frustrated looking canine with a horse by her side. Not hiding his anger well, he let out a whine, "Ah shit!" He spouted, slumping back. "I thought you were something tasty like a dead deer or something, come ooooonnnn." He whined, crossing his arms angrily.

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Obara Vade
Somebody stepped inside your soul. Little by little they robbed and stole
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Word Count: [263] Form: Optime Date: Set Time: Set

Her relationship with pain was a complex one. When one has spent so long with such a hated creature, it eventually becomes so familiar as it lingers that it is loved like an old friend. But she was not so far gone that she did not still feel discomfort at its cruel caress.

The crashing through the undergrowth was, for once, unexpected, and when the boy burst from the brush Obara was unprepared to meet him. The mare stirred nervously between her legs, eyeing the intruder through scared eyes, but she did not flee – the slate beast was too even-tempered for a greater reaction.

But her rider was not. With a sudden movement punctuated by a sharp snarl, the russet wildling hurled herself from Stranger's back, the bloody foot completely forgotten. She connected with the hard ground with no grunt or interruption in her aggressive sounds, and on all fours she stalked towards the child. The green-eyed boy's words did not register in her heightened state of excitement. For a moment she stared at him, a low growl rising from deep within her chest throughout. Her eyes were wide, almost as if she was frightened. He was no older than a year, surely.

“What are you doing?” She demanded roughly after a failed attempt to remember what he'd said only moments before. Her voice was hoarse and harsh from misuse, but as always it stayed low in volume. The mare calmed as the Vade woman's breathing slowed, and she rose to two legs once more. “You should leave.”


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what a cutie he is [300+]




He let out a long cough and looked at the woman and the horse and back to the woman and the horse again. Both of them looked a little startled by his appearance and a sloppy grin ran across his face, feeling successful that he had scared them so even if they were older than he was. Though, his show of good sportsmanship had fallen upon deaf ears and after another moment the grin fell from his face and was replaced by a lopsided grimace. "Don't be like that!" He scoffed, eyes drawn to her injured foot, the item that had attracted him to the scene in the first place.


"You've got something stuck in your foot," He stated, pointing out the obvious and from what he gleaned from the whole set up was that she had not been able to get out the offending item. If she wasn't in pain, he doubted she would have reacted in such a way, he was hardly more than a puppy he had concluded and undeserving of being sent off so coolly. If he had wanted that, he would have stayed with his siblings and family back in Chesapeake Bay for he had never really settled in well with his serious brother and sisters that could hardly take a joke.


"I bet I can get it out!" He offered exuberantly, bustling over to her horse, wildly unaware of what a horse could do if it decided it was spooked or angry. The pale pup had hardly ever been around horses and those he had been were so tame a bomb could have gone off right beside them and they wouldn't have moved. "I've stepped in tons of shit! Mostly cause I never look were I'm going." He giggle snorted, looking up at the stranger with the face of a lovable rogue.


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Obara Vade
Somebody stepped inside your soul. Little by little they robbed and stole
He's a sweetheart! <3
Word Count: [370] Form: Optime Date: Infinity Time: Awesome

The boy was unmistakably hybrid – everything about him was utterly wonky and contradictory. But splashed upon his cheeks and nose was a vibrant reddish hue – the likes of which Obara had not before seen on a canine. Her own russet fur was dark, ruddy – nothing quite so beautiful as the child's own tinted visage. She rarely noticed such things, and the feature was almost forgotten in the bluntness of his youth, but for just a moment the viridian sights could not tear away from the colour.

Razor teeth gnashed as the scruffy woman was finally released from her temporary trance, her gaze following his to her foot. Angrily she placed it just behind her other, almost childishly concealing it from view. “You are most enlightening,” She snapped harshly, embellishing her words with an encouraging wave towards the woods. “Now remove your foolish self from my presence, boy.”

The boy's next words were shrill, and loud - his voice still considerably high in pitch, and the feral female's ears fell against her head at their utterance. The male scuttled across the clearing, ignoring her warning growl. Black hands clawed anxiously at the soil and she was on all fours once more, hunched wildly at Stranger's side, though the mare seemed considerably more calm than moments before.

He was close – so close she could almost taste his youth. But her eyes were locked with his similarly coloured, yet brighter, orbs. Almost indecisively her teeth bared and were concealed again, but a moment passed and Obara's snarl ended. No amount of warning would cure this pup's boldness.

The jovial expression was met with a loud, close-mouthed sigh as Obara lifted an accusing claw. “That's because you're an idiot.” But her fur was flat again, and without moving her sights off him she leaned back, bringing her bloodied foot forward. “Remove it and be gone, then.” Rocking back to rest her weight on her good foot, the Vade female stretched it towards him, but stretched as far from his though with the rest of her body as she could. For added spite, she spit to the side and cursed. “Bloody infant.”



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chatterbox [300+]




Laufey was glad to hear that he wasn't being pushed away or getting mauled. He was rather used to the occasional beating, it sort of went along with his personality type. His sisters had certainly been apt to show him just what they could with him. He was never very pleased about it but that was how it went he supposed. He was just lower on the food chain than many others. It may also be due to his more than happy attitude with eating any type of carrion he happened to find.


"Great!" He exclaimed, most pleased that he could be of some assistance as well. The boy didn't have a bad heart it was just how annoying he got when he was trying to express it. Scooting closer, he examined the foot. He didn't notice how far she was placing herself from him simply because he didn't care. Her barrage of insults was certainly nothing that could dent his hardy exterior.


Scoffing, he settled himself comfortably. "You're just saying that cuz your foot hurts, I'm a whole nine months old you know. Not exactly a puppy." He rolled his bright eyes and continued chattering on as he grabbed her ankle to steady it. "You know, my sister says I never really left my puppy stage, so maybe I am an infant." He identified the glass and parted her toes with one hand and continued talking. "She was never very nice to me, so I don't usually put much behind her words. I guess she does still love me though, we are related after all." Laufey shrugged and in one clean motion removed the glass from her foot and examined it. "Yikes, that must've bloody well hurt a ton." He commented moving a small distance and started digging a whole to put it in.


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