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Sun Jan 01, 2017 4:54 am
OOC: KICKIN' OFF SOSU WITH KITTY THRAD AW YEAH
It was colder now and ice crystals winked at Milos from all around him. He shook his clothed pelt as a chill slithered its way up his scarred spine, eliciting an amused giggle from his speckled son. "Daddy, what're you doin'?" Logan asked innocently, playfulness on his voice. Now that winter had settled in comfortably around them, the Parhelion-Cormier boys seemed well-adapted to the bite of shorter days and colder temperatures — moreso perhaps than Milos ever thought he could be. Not, of course, because his pelt couldn't keep him warm, but because winter meant less sun and vastly more darkness.
Glancing at Logan, Milos grinned and, instead of responding with words, offered him another — more exaggerated — shiver and laughed. "What d' ya mean?" he asked, shuddering again and lurching towards the young boy. "En't this normal?" Logan picked up easily on his father's playfulness and scurried away in a flurry of snow, his orange eyes like fireflies in the dusty flakes. Milos laughed and chased after his son. "Ah!" the child screamed when his father neared him, dodging the dark Quartermaster with a quick maneuver. "You're goin' crazy, Daddy!" he laughed, darting off towards the Ruins of Tog.
The pair of them kept this up until they found themselves in the bowels of the ruins, crumbling buildings coated in ice and snow. When at last Logan tripped over a sizeable (but hidden) clod of debris and tumbled to inertia, Milos swooped in and covered his son in tickles. The child laughed and struggled to wriggle away, kicking at his father with his hind limbs until the Quartermaster managed to collect his son up into his arms. "Gotcha," he said, his face filled with brightness and cheer as he looked down upon Logan.
The child wiggled. "Nuh-uh!" he giggled, managing to squirm out of his father's grip before offering Milos a swift, if unintentional, kick to his chin. Taking advantage of his father's momentary daze, the child took off through the ruins, leaving behind a trail of giggles.
[WC — 347]
Mon Jan 02, 2017 4:21 pm
Art by Remarin
Tue Jan 03, 2017 9:45 pm
Like whimsical fairies, snowflakes billowed up all around the speckled child as he fled. They melted to nothing within his crooked ears, expiring in a fleeting lamentation of sizzling song, and tickled his nose as he breathed them in. Snow smelled like promises and wonder; majesty and innocence; danger and daring. It sparkled with the subtlest of light and, though a single flake was the most fragile thing in the world, it was capable of such terrible ferocity when embroiled in a storm.
Unlike Bramble, whose terrible plight in the snow early in the season had left psychologically scarred, Logan liked the snow. He liked how it preserved the memory of every step and bound and scurry he took upon its crystalline surface. Though he stayed within earshot of his father, he relied on the bruises he left behind in the snow to lead Milos to him. He was not afraid of becoming lost; he was not afraid of anything.
Except for that.
Entirely lost to his youthful imagination and playful energy, Logan failed to see and scent the cloaked figure standing among rubble and snow, thoughtfully nibbling his thumb. And, when Milos' dark shape, stark against the backdrop of ivory, appeared only a handful of beats after his son the child squealed with delight and darted forward. Though it had taken a moment, the father noticed the silent figure quickly upon watching his son scramble blindly towards him. For a heartbeat, Milos felt fear. But when the man's scent, carried gently upon a winter breeze, climbed into his nose, the Quartermaster released the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding and smiled.
Logan realized that his father was no longer following him before he discovered the man, now well within grabbing distance, and skidded to a halt in a flurry of snow and ice and a wail of surprise. Amusement cracked across the Parhelion's dark face, a hearty laugh following suit. "Sorry 'bout my son," he said to the man from foreign lands, approaching him with easy geniality. "Don't know that we've officially met. Name's Milos'n this's Logan." He held out his hand to shake while Logan shook snowflakes from his shaggy, speckled pelt. "There somethin' you're lookin' for out here?"
[WC — 382]
Sun Jan 08, 2017 12:46 pm
Art by Remarin
Mon Jan 09, 2017 1:27 am
With a yelp of horror, Logan struggled to stop his momentum in the slick and slippery snow. Snippets of his own demise at the talons of this cloaked ghoul, with his lurching movements and terrible roars, flashed across the young Guppy's mind like the lightning that he and his brother had once thought was frightening. No longer! There were far more terrifying things in this world than mere thunderstorms and this monstrous figure with tattered skin flapping in the breeze was one of them!
Hearing his father's gentle chuckles and words of apology both confused and relieved the youth. What was he apologizing to this creature for? Surely he'd nearly been eaten! But as Logan pushed himself from the snow and to his feet, one quick glance up at the ghastly being melted away all of his fears. He shook his shaggy pelt free of snow. "Hey, you're not a monster!" the child announced pleasantly, giving his tail a cheerful wag. "I thought I was gonna get eated." It sounded silly now and Logan couldn't help but giggle.
Milos lowered his ears apologetically. "Logan," he groaned softly, crouching to the Guppy's level. "How's 'bout ya check that mound o' snow out over there, huh?" The youth scrutinized the mound uncertainly for only a moment before he bounded off, kicking up sparkling flakes of snow in his wake.
With his son momentarily entertained, Milos rose and turned his attention back to Thiago, all the while keeping an ear planted firmly in the direction Logan was playing. "Pleasure t' meet ya, Thiago," he replied brightly, watching as snowflakes twinkled and winked at him as they fell from the Onuban's body. Without interruption, he listened to the man's response to his question. He nodded his dark head, smiling eyes on Thiago's face. "Plenty o' place 'round th' ruins here," he began, casting a sunny look over the crumbling facades of houses and establishments long past their prime. "'Fraid there may not be much but not ev'ryone's lookin' for th' same things. C'mon, I'll help ya look,"
Calling to his son, who was disappointed to find that the mound of white was just a boulder cloaked in snow, Milos gestured for Thiago to follow after him and started into the heart of the ruins. "Reckon we could start here," he suggested, dipping his head to a building that, while clearly in need of some serious repair work, looked in better shape than some of the others. "An' go along t' some o' th' others as we need t'."
[WC — 438]
Sun Jan 22, 2017 3:36 pm
Art by Remarin
Sun Jan 22, 2017 9:57 pm
With an abundance of energy that only a puppy could have, Logan bounced and bounded after the adults. Despite his smaller size, he was quick to overtake them and darted on ahead in a flurry of snow. The flakes twinkled and sparkled as they drifted slowly back to the ground. Milos sighed and slowly shook his head but amusement curled his lips and his eyes were bright. "Forgot what it's like t' have that kind o' energy," he laughed, starting for the crumbling building. He paused before going inside, bending his body around the doorframe. "Logan!" he yelled and the child skidded in the snow, pivoting his body on one foreleg until he was facing his father's direction again. "C'mon, help yer pa'n Thiago search for treasures!"
Just as he knew he wouldn't, Milos did not need to ask his son twice. With his pink tongue lolling from his bearded mouth, Logan scampered as fast as he could after the older Krokarans. They had already disappeared into the yawning mouth of the derelict building by the time Logan reached it, panting and wide-eyed with excitement. "Treasures!" he bellowed as he scrambled inside. Milos shushed him quickly, wincing with the way his ears were ringing. "'Gun!" he barked back. "Where are we?" The child lowered his body and drooped his ears, wagging his tail quickly. "Inside?" Logan panted, still breathless from his mad dash. "That's right. An' what do we do when we're inside?" The Guppy looked at his feet. "Use our inside voices?" Milos nodded. "Right. Now, ya can help us look but ya gotta use your inside voice, okay?" Logan scooted closer to his father, licking the air and wagging his tail more cheerfully now. "Okay, Papa."
Satisfied, Milos turned his attention back to the task at hand: scavenging. Logan continued to keep the volume of his voice at a respectful level, though his public (albeit gentle) scolding did little to put a damper on his energy. While Milos picked though the remains of what could have been a former closet, Logan padded after Thiago. Milos glanced up briefly, casting his eyes across the room for the former Onuban. "There anythin' you're lookin' for in particular, Thiago?" the Quartermaster asked, digging through the debris some more. The Guppy stuck his nose into every place he could reach that the older Krokaran had searched, apparently keen on helping him more than helping his father.
[WC — 413]
Wed Jan 25, 2017 3:21 pm
Art by Remarin
Thu Jan 26, 2017 3:09 pm
Logan carried on after Thiago, chattering away happily. Though the short Onuban seemed content on ignoring him, the Guppy would not be swayed. He poked his nose into ever crevice and cranny he could reach that the Outrigger searched, talking nonstop about how dark this cupboard was or how smelly that pantry was and peppered his observations with stories and facts about his brother and sister. Milos grinned as he listened to the chatter of his speckled son, thinking how very much like his beloved mate, Eliza, he sounded and wondered if that was simply a symptom of puphood or if he would carry that trait along with him into adulthood.
Milos nodded as Thiago's response filtered into his ivory-crested ears. Though it would have been easier for the Quartermaster to know what was worth bringing to the man's attention and what wasn't if there was something more specific he was searching for, the wolfdog understood and respected Thiago's willingness to remain broad in his search. "Reckon that's fair enough," he replied cheerily, continuing to sift through debris until the Outrigger's voice prompted another look in his direction.
He held up a single item — a worn and nibbled piece of leather that was folded over and had thin slots inside (what would have been a wallet in the time of man) — and pulled a dissatisfied face that wrinkled his brows and curled one corner of his lips. "This's 'bout it," he said, tossing it towards Thiago. "En't much else I can find in here either." he nodded and gestured for the Outrigger and his son to follow. "Let's check out another buildin'."
Milos suggested another settlement across from the one that they had just searched which appeared considerably more intact and, the wolfdog hoped, would prove to be more promising. Slipping inside, Logan barrelled after his father and began to nose through the items at his level while the Quartermaster proceeded to search through drawers and closets.
[WC — 337]
Sun Jan 29, 2017 6:53 pm
Art by Remarin