A child born of winter wishes for spring

Altair!

POSTED: Wed Nov 30, 2016 12:24 pm

Smaller means faster

A small figure walked through the evergreen forest. Snow had already fallen onto the ground and the air was cold. The figure was dressed in silver, the clothes she wore was of similar color to her pelt. The argent dress went down to mid thigh and her long legs were covered with a dark pair of leggings. Her arms were covered with long sleeves that almost covered her hands. Her head was uncovered, though she had a hood just in case. Black hair was held in a ponytail and from there sprang two large ears that dominated her narrow head. Forest-green eyes of two different hues stood out from the silvery-white face as well as an onyx nose.

Avinalora had never been here before. The area that her sister called "Black River Reserve" was beautiful and the vixen enjoyed seeing some green in winter. She wished that she had longer fur since her bright-hued coat would be good in the snow, but alas she had inherited the desert-adapted fur that didn't stand well against Nova Scotia winters. She had to always wear clothes in the winter months. It was such a drag to always be bundled up. The Midnighter had been born in the winter months as well. Winter's child craved spring.

As the monochrome fox walked, she started humming. Her fingers brushed the pine needles as she wished that winter wasn't here. She wasn't the biggest fan of not seeing much plant life as she enjoyed eating plants as a part of her diet. But there were no green in sight and she didn't think pine needles were edible. The jackal medic moved only at a walk as her hind leg was defected and she couldn't run when she was on two legs. In her four-legged forms, however she was quite fast on three legs. The moon-washed maiden sighed as she walked, wishing that winter didn't exist.

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POSTED: Mon Dec 05, 2016 3:39 pm

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The kingdom Altair had grown up in was well within Winter’s grasp and without a pack, his family had begun to feel the pinch of the limited prey left in a world frosted in white. His large size alone demanded a small mountain of food to fuel his body and the energy it exerted, so it wasn’t enough that he hunt for his own needs, but the behemoth also needed to worry about his mate and son. Brinan, of course, was more than capable of hunting and looking after himself, but Altair had tasked the boy with keeping guard of the small expanse of land his family had worked so hard to maintain in the old New Dawn territory. In return, the ex-Beta, hunter, and guardian of their old pack worked twice as hard to keep every mouth fed and belly full. Unfortunately, the snows pushed the larger ungulate prey further away from familiar lands, and this forced the brute to take his hunting and scouting further away from the old medical hut, his mate had reclaimed, as their new homebase.

Thankfully, in the halfling form Altair took most often, he could cover a remarkable amount of ground, but dragging carcasses back was a whole different problem, and oftentimes invited unwelcome attention. Figuring such a scenario was about to rear it’s ugly head, the Amarok released his jaws from the doe he’d been tugging and haphazardly kicked and scraped a hasty covering of snow over the deer’s corpse. He’d smelt something amiss other than the dried blood that crusted over his muzzle and was already preparing to intimidate or chase off whatever unfortunate soul had come around sniffing.

He hadn’t spotted her yet, but could only assume one thing; the interloper wanted a piece of the kill, but Altair would be damned if anyone thought they could steal from him and his family. Stay away if you know what’s good for you! His deep voice rang out in warning, and sometimes that was all it took.

no one's gonna take me alive

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POSTED: Tue Dec 06, 2016 9:56 pm

Avinalora sensed someone's presence. She identified the smells of a male wolf, a Luperci quite easily and a faint, familiar smell one she had scented on an AniWayan she had met a few months ago. She also smelled blood, a deer or something around those lines. Someone had been hunting, she was sure. Perhaps he could help her. She was looking for willow and birch trees for their medicinal properties as well as the birch bark for paper. Maybe he could point her in the direction of some trees.

A loud, masculine voice growled at her, warning the vixen to stay away. She didn't smell any danger in the air. Maybe he thought she was going to steal from him? She knew that some saw jackals as thieves and she didn't like being called a thief. A spike of anger rushed through her as she walked out from behind the trees at an angle that would put a lot of distance between the healer and the man.

The jackal mutt walked out from behind the trees, at her heterochromia-afflicted orbs settled on the man. He stood in Secui form, his head level with her own. The man was horribly scarred, cicatrices covering his legs, wrists, midsection, and face. A veteran of war, it seemed. His fur was pale with black and tan markings and her eyes met a pair of hazel orbs.

"Do I look like someone who could steal from you?" The moon-washed maiden asked with a sarcastic tone. She was quite skinny and small. She thought that perhaps the stink of herbs would tell the stranger that she was a healer. She wouldn't steal, unless it was for a good reason. And she preferred cooked meat and there was no telling what had touched the doe's carcass. "Not all jackals are thieves."

"And the only thing I'm thinking of stealing from is a birch or willow tree." The monochrome fox deadpanned. She needed to find where all the medical trees were so that she knew where to get medicine from. Trees were a good resource during the winter months and she already had a list of trees to look for. Black Cherry for coughs and burns, Cat's Claw to boos the immune system and for bone pain, Alder bark for tooth pain, and Willow bark for pain and fevers. These were all important medicines and she needed them.

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Somebody make me feel alive
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POSTED: Sun Jan 01, 2017 3:49 am

(312) Apologies for that delay!

He’d expected a long silence or perhaps for the interloper to sneak off and steer clear of him, but instead, a small and skinny little thing walked out from the treeline with defiance and an utterly stubborn air about her strange garb and tall ears. For a moment, his scarred lips twitched up in a snarl, as he thought the other was a coyote’s child, a wretched and dirty little creature, but when he realized she was something else entirely. A jackal, she clarified, and his incisors disappeared with a low snorted grunt. He’d not be tasting coy blood today, so it seemed, but her attitude only served to stoke the coals of his ire.

Altair’s eyes narrowed, while he pondered her last words. It appeared the vixen was seeking out herbs, the things his mate so often busied herself with locating and acquiring for her own stores. The brute was quick to decide he did not need, nor want, another stranger traipsing about the forest he’d grown up in, so he had no intention to help her find the things she was looking for here. Instead, he’d direct her elsewhere or rather away from the medical hut that remained nestled in relative seclusion a few hundred yards away from them. It was still a form of help after all, and he believed Fayne would forgive his mild fib.

Evergreens and oak dominate these woods, he replied, lapping at the dried blood caked onto his muzzle before going on. Head towards the mountain range in the east, you’ll find what you’re looking for closer to the ocean. He wasn’t lying, Altair knew the old lands of New Dawn as if it’d been tattooed on his soul. They would forever remain a part of him even if they were no longer officially claimed.

no one's gonna take me alive

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