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[AW; Concrete Jungle]

POSTED: Mon Dec 15, 2014 12:28 am

Out of character here.

Stjar had been wandering about, as per usual, and had ended up in the far north. She hadn't planned on being way up here but her feet had simply taken her to this place. But then again that was how she typically got anywhere. It was only the rare occasion that she would plan where it was that she was going to go. That had mostly only been to meetings with Loki. But still most of those had included wandering about since she didn't know exactly where she would find him or when. Still that was just fine with her since she simply liked to be on the go. She didn't like being forced to stay still for too long.

The sight of buildings up ahead had her calling out to her horse to hurry up. "Come on Hvitr!" She yelled to the animal after she had already took off running. She had found interesting trinkets in other places that had buildings such as these and so the badge clad woman was eager to explore and find more such trinkets.

Though when she got into the city itself it was nothing at all like she had expected. The buildings were there but all of the pretty things were missing. Or at least such was the case with the first few buildings she checked out. "Where do you think they are hiding it all?" She asked the stallion once he had caught up. The wolfdog ran from one side of the street to the other and peered inside whatever structurally intact buildings that she could find.


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Luperci I FOUND THE BUNNIES Gold Soldier of Love
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POSTED: Tue Dec 30, 2014 1:15 am

((470)) i can't believe nobody jumped on this

Most stayed home when the snow lay thick over the dead grass and cold gripped every breath. Most took one footstep, heard the crunch of snowflakes beneath, and immediately retreated to start up a small fire, cook up some stew, and for the most part, wait out the uncomfortable conditions. Such was less common in Nova Scotia, for it was often snowy here, but most still had the sense not to stray too far when conditions were harsh as it were. Ocèane Aston was not as smart (or maybe not as dull) as most. Instead, she’d filled her lungs with the icy breeze, felt the age-old cabin fever bubble beneath her skin, and had decided she was going on an adventure through the powder. So she’d grabbed her satchel, her cloak, mounted her horse, and had been off into the woods within the hour. She told no one of her departure; all whom she cared about were either busy with their leader duties or had too many mixed emotions to hold a sensible conversation with her. Nobody would miss her. And she was almost glad. Almost.

“Just you and I again, Evadne. It's like the old days, don’t you think?” The pale mare snorted, completely oblivious to what had been said but agreeing all the same. Smoke of breath rose from the horse’s nostrils, mingling with Ocèane’s own white puffs. They’d been trotting at a steady but unhurried pace for the better part of the day, searching for anything interesting. The Hineyu had steered them towards a corner of Nova Scotia she was not as familiar with, hoping to find something worth investigating, but so far had been disappointed. Luckily, such feelings didn’t last long, for she heard a faint voice.

The dark-furred woman rose her head, cloak rustling with the sound of cracking frost which had accumulated over the past hour. Tugging the reins, she guided Evadne towards the company, only faintly cautious, for her endless curiosity had once again gotten the best of common sense. What she found was the center of a dead city, still echoing with the noise of a voice. Not even hesitating, horse and Aniwayan plunged toward the center.

“I don’t think anything has been hidden. I’m afraid these parts have all been picked clean.” After only minutes of searching Ocèane had come across a stranger and her own horse. Even as she spoke, the Fire Maker dismounted so that she was on eye level with the woman and nodded in fellowship. “I’m Ocèane. And this is Evadne.” The Aston gave a gentle tug on her companions reins, and the pale horse gave a short jerk of her head in acknowledgement before she returned to nosing at the ground for anything edible. Unfortunately, all she found was cold concrete.

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
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POSTED: Thu Jan 15, 2015 1:59 am

I'm used to my AWs going unresponded to.

The wolfdog female was frantic in her search through the ruins of the city for something, anything, of interest but she was coming up with nothing at all. How could a whole place be vacant of anything at all worthwhile? It was stressing to the female. She wasn't used to going somewhere and finding nothing at all. Usually she could find one or two things that she could pick up but that wasn't the case here. Maybe if she had come in the spring then she would have found a pretty plant at least. But she couldn't depend on that in this sort of weather.

The female turned at the sound of the voice. "But there has to be something. There is always something." Her voice had a whine to it. She looked around again. She was desperate for anything at all that would prove to be of interest. She just couldn't seem to believe that there was nothing at all to be found. "I'm Stjarna and he is Hvitr." The introductions were made in a distracted manner since the female's attention was more focused on finding absolutely anything that she could take back with her.

"We just have to look harder." The female finally decided at last. "Maybe that one there." She pointed to a structure that was still mostly standing. "There has to be something." It was uncertain whether or not Stjar was trying to convince the other female or herself. Either way she still headed towards the building that she had pointed out, the remains of a church. Stjar entered the building and looked around to find anything left on the inside to be charred. She hung her head in disappointment but ended up spotting mottled colors on the floor where the stained glass had melted and pooled on the floor. "I found something!" The female called out eagerly and went over to inspect the mix of colors.


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Luperci I FOUND THE BUNNIES Gold Soldier of Love
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POSTED: Mon Jan 19, 2015 11:16 pm

((523)) daw :c

It was true, during warmer months there probably would have been a pretty plant or two to pluck. Old human cities tended to have some of the most amazing overgrowth; the plants would twist in fantastic shapes and sprout in odd places due to the unique crumbling shapes of all buildings. In the summer, the ruins could seem full of life as well as haunting, while in the winter, only the latter was present. The concrete was freezing to the touch during this time of year, and no green could be seen where the gray touched. The cold and the frost killed all things living in the hollow of a city, making it almost unbearably silent, and every movement loud as a thunderclap. Shadows that during the warmth had been disregarded now brought an odd feeling of being watched. The skeletal dwelling was definitely not the most friendly of places, which was why Ocèane usually chose to adventure anywhere but there.

The Aston gave an apologetic shrug to the stranger, understanding her frustration but not caring to expand. This city was one of the smaller ones, and not as south as some of the others, so it was often a first choice for scavenging- which would explain the lack of interesting items. Stjarna introduced herself and her steed, almost in the manner of an afterthought, which intrigued the Hineyu. Undoubtedly, she had stumbled upon a rather odd figure; the girl was clearly more interested in finding something worthwhile than in actual conversation. That was something Ocèane could relate to, since she often wished people would talk less and simply enjoy the company instead.

The Salsolan quickly continued her train of thought, setting her eye on something with potential. The Fire Maker nodded in agreement, though the gesture wasn't seen, since Stjarna had her eyes set on her new target. The girl was gone, quickly, as she pursued her adventure, and Oce paused, wondering if she should follow. Her decision was quick, and her reasoning even more so: why not? So after a quick glance around, the Aston tied Evadn'e reins around a rusty old pole, and after giving a tug to make sure it was secure, patted her mare's nose in brief farewell. It was about then that Stjarna called out, and Ocèane made her way towards the building, stepping inside only to stop and marvel at the floor. The concrete was not its traditional shade of gray: instead, it was briefly inturrupted by a pool of brilliant colors. The Hineyu crouched down, balancing on the balls of her feet, and used the fur on her forearm to brush some of the debris off the top of the object. Its colors brightened without its covering of grime, and she smiled. "Buildings like these- its where the humans used to worship their gods- they often had colored glass in the walls." With a quick hand motion, she gestured to the empty holes where windows once stood proud. "It looks like some melted here." She continued to run her hand over the bumpy surface in interest, inspecting the swirling colors with pleasure.

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
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POSTED: Thu Jan 29, 2015 4:46 pm

Out of character here

Stjarna was happy to have found something of interest int he least. It wasn't much and she couldn't pick it up not matter which way she tried to do so. The colors were simply stuck to the floor. The female glanced up at the other when it was explained to her just what the colors were. She looked to the hole in the wall that was pointed out before looking back down to the melted glass that had adhered itself to the floor as it had cooled.

"It is really pretty." The wolfdog sounded awestruck as she said it. She had found lots of pretty things before but this, by far, was the most beautiful thing that she had ever found. And so it was bothersome that it couldn't be picked up. "I can't get it." Her claws scraped against the surface of the melted glass as she tried to pick it up.

"You try." She looked back up at the other female once more. She thought that somehow the other would have more luck with it than she was having. "You get it and we can share." She was trying to give more incentive for the other woman to try hard to collect the pool of colors. Stjarna was desperate to have something to bring back with her to show that this trip wasn't a complete waste. It seemed like more than a want but an actual need for the wolfdog. It was as if she would remain anxious and unsettled until she had something in her hands to show off where she had been. Her bag was filled with trinkets from all over. She had a piece form everywhere that she had been and explored, something to show off from each place that she had ever been.


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Luperci I FOUND THE BUNNIES Gold Soldier of Love
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POSTED: Fri Jan 30, 2015 10:44 pm

((503))

It was at times like these that Ocèane was glad for her years of traveling and discovering. She could draw on her memories, and easily place this oddly-shaped building and the mysterious pool of color on the ground. She'd found places like this before- slipped inside and explored until she could place the meaning of it and what its many parts were. Her knowledge in similar situations had proven valuable- be it in a trade or any other exchange of words. And with the determination that she could see on Stjarna's face, it was clear that she very badly wanted to know what the glass was, but more importantly- how she could get it.

"Careful, don't want to scratch it." She advised, watching with a slight cringe as the girl dragged her claws against it in a desperate attempt to remove the unintentional piece of art. After a minute of useless struggling, the young female finally turned her attention to Ocèane, in a rare moment where she directly addressed her- though the words that followed were more of a command, if tinged with a promise. The Hineyu considered, glancing towards female's odd blue eyes and seeing nothing but desperation there. And what her decide to help in the end was not the promise of taking home the pretty colors- but it was the promise of bringing the youth what she wanted. So Ocèane only need consider for a handful of seconds before her eyes hardened and she nodded. Standing from her crouch, she set about to scanning the room. "Claws definitely won't be able to get it up. We need to find something to pull it off with..." The Aston trailed off, her bright eyes seeking what may be hiding in the shadows of the dilapidated church building. When she saw nothing right off, she moved to one of the crumbling walls, walking along the support with her hand trailing across the stone. On she moved, scanning about two walls before she came across a curious shadow that was lumped in the corner between the floor and the wall. Leaning over, her fingers searched for the object, and what she found was an old, rusty piece of metal, that was long and twisted. Blowing on it to dispel some of the encrusted dust, she smiled with a victorious glint in her eyes. "Perfect."

She immediately returned to Stjarna and the melted glass, and after a moment of seeking, located a crevice in the floor that was inches away from the edge of the colors. Jamming the metal into the crack, she began to push down, leaning her entire weight on the twist to create the right leverage. "Help me with this?" Ocèane asked of the stranger, arms beginning to strain with the weight. She figured that the floor was weak enough that with enough force, they could create large cracks in it, and therefore crack the colored stone that lay on top to lift it from its confines.

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Océane Aston

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