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p. Iorek

POSTED: Thu Aug 03, 2017 5:56 pm

Buttercup Damaichu
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Optime | Mid-day | The Dampwoods
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WORD COUNT
255

She supposed she should feel bad for abandoning her new “home” so quickly after having established herself there; the den that once housed the New Dawn pack was comfortable, safe, and familiar. But coming to these lands had started out as a chore; she was there to protect and look after her father after all; now that that was no longer necessary, the new lands opened themselves up to her like a blooming flower. This was no chore, now it was an adventure.

She kept to the worn and travelled roads, following the scent trails of many who had come before her. She was not the only one who came and went this way; it was littered with the dung of various animals, including horses. But the Damaichu woman did not stray too far into the wilds; this was the first time she had gone south from New Dawn and she was not sure what to expect. Already having skirted the Inferni pack, she continued onward. The woods were thick here, damp, despite the heat of summer; she found herself panting often. She had shifted into her two legged form, only because it seemed to cool her off some, and hands were needed to get through some of the thick underbrush.

It had been several days now since she and her father and her sister had parted; she would meet up with them again someday, they could not stay separated for long, but for now, she was content discovering this new land on her own.

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POSTED: Thu Aug 03, 2017 6:25 pm

Lots of ramble400+

The hulking shape of an Optime beast padded through the Dampwoods. He was massive, easily over seven feet tall. He was broad shouldered and strong. Even in his two-legged form, he had thick fur. He also had thick limbs and a feral posture. He was a bit hunched from his submissive posture. He was almost bearlike with his broad muzzle, small rounded ears, and bobbed tail. There were flowers woven into his mane, though he didn't know it. There was also a bird perched on his shoulder; a beautiful magpie.

Iorek wandered outside of the pack territory. He has miraculously escaped largely uninjured from the latest Syndicate attack. He was starting to get better again. It was probably after seeing his pack mates in battle and how they fought. He also managed to save someone and help to fight off another attacker. He was getting better now and the nightmares were almost gone. He was starting to get better now. But, the fear still remained. Birdflower came with him all the time and he magpie was starting to be able to fly If anything happened to the wolfdog, the bird could get help.

The red-eyed Recruit didn't know what he was looking for. He brought a small bag with him in case he found flowers that he could harvest the seeds from. He could also gather firewood off of the ground. He was starting to make a difference around Casa di Cavalieri. He'd decorated the path to the fort and he had made a new friend in the process. He'd also been collecting firewood to keep his pack mates warm. The crimson-eyed Cavalier was making a come back.

Though, the brown behemoth was still scarred after the many traumas. He disliked violence and killing; he didn't want to fight anymore. Fighting was bad and he didn't like it. He still had nightmares that awoke him from his slumber. He was still afraid of the demon that haunted his nightmares. The sight of Jace eviscerating an attacker was probably one of the reasons he disliked battle now. Would the chocolate saddled brute ever recover from the trauma?

The massive yearling didn't see any flowers. And the wood was too wet for a fire. Honrin said that fires needed dry wood to burn. Apparently, the dampwoods were not the place to find firewood. And one would be hard to find the flowers he wanted anywhere in these thick and dark woods. A slight sigh escaped the the beast. The feral giant was caught up in his own thoughts and didn't notice much.


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POSTED: Thu Aug 03, 2017 7:17 pm

Buttercup Damaichu
Let the bullets fly, let them rain down from the sky
Optime | Mid-day | The Dampwoods
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296

It was so hot in here, suddenly she was so aware of it. She panted, and her fur dripped; not from sweat, but from condensation. She wiped her brow, glad once again not to have long tresses, though even those she had would have to be cut soon; she’d have to procure a knife somewhere.

The tall female took a moment to sit on a damp log, and look up at the thick canopy above; the sun managed only to send streams of light to the ground, and where it touched, flora exploded with greenery. Otherwise, that umbrella of needles and leaves kept all the moisture in, all the heat in; it was nearly unbearable.

She licked at her moist arms, and then her mismatched gaze darted at movement in the distance. There, perhaps ten yards away, an enormous grizzly bear walked upright between the trees. Cup could not help but to cock her head to the side in curiosity; the bear moved so strangely, even for an upright bear. It was then that she noticed the bird upon his shoulder, its feathers catching blue and green in the light, and the flowers in it's perch's hair. What in all good graces was with this bear?

She could not help herself, curiosity got the better of her and she moved to tail the beast. It was only until she got closer to it that she noticed more it’s scent; this was a wolf. Finally she saw it in the correctly light, this was a he, a very large ‘he’ at that, towering over even she! Cup could not help but stare at him as he moved about; and then the glittering bird upon his shoulder turned and trilled out at her in the most particular manner.

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POSTED: Thu Aug 03, 2017 7:49 pm

Iorek is so awkward 300+ Optime | Day | July |

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Iorek was in his little world for a while. He was thinking, thinking about a lot of things. He was thinking about his past, his pack, and just himself. He probably would have walked into a tree already if he wasn't walking along a path. His large paws trampled the undergrowth. It was hot and with his thick fur, he felt a bit miserable in the heat. He sometimes wished for winter, but he knew that would kill all the flowers. He wanted to go find a river or pond soon. The wolfdog would hope that he found one soon.

Birdflower thrilled and that yanked the massive yearling out of his thoughts. He looked up, not seeing anyone. What did the bird want? He wasn't able to understand anything the magpie said until the said bird pulled at his ear. He looked to see a woman. He hadn't noticed her, though he didn't notice much when he was thinking. His head tilted as he looked at her. Not really knowing what to say. The feral giant stopped in his tracks.

The brown behemoth noticed the woman. She was tall, close to his size. Not many were close to his size, especially a woman. But, Grynn was taller than her though. She smelled wolfish with a hint of dog. A fellow wolfdog, it seemed. She had a weird yellow marking next to her eye. Her eyes were different colors, too! He tilted his head, unfamiliar with such eyes. She had two earrings in one ear. The bird squawked again. And then pecked at the chocolate saddled beast's neck.

H-Hi The red-eyed Recruit said shyly. He was always quite shy, though. He heard the magpie chitter, flicking his long tail. The bird didn't exactly like the look of this woman, though he didn't like new people in general. Wh-Who y-ou? I-I Iorek The crimson eyed-Cavalier said.



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POSTED: Thu Aug 03, 2017 8:03 pm

Buttercup Damaichu
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Optime | Mid-day | The Dampwoods
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WORD COUNT
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The bird was apparently pulling the attention of its master towards her, and she was surprised. She had heard of lesser creatures being made pets and spies for Luperci-kind, but had never encountered it like this. The hulking male turned towards her, his eyes were like blood, something else she had never seen before. But he did not show anger in his face, his posture remained submissive, even though he was so tall.

The two of them looked upon each other for a moment, and that was when Cup noticed his stump tail; just like hers. For a split second she thought this may be a bastard child of her father, and that he had a sick and twisted desire to cut off his children’s tails, but that thought was quickly rejected; it wasn’t logical.

Since he did not seem vicious or upset at her sudden appearance, Buttercup went forward quickly to greet the male; her tail wagged low, and her movements were measured, but she met him with the appropriate actions that she had been taught. She sniffed his rear, and his scruff, making sure not to get to close to give him a threat. He smelled of many other wolves, of horses, of hay and stone and wood and flowers; he definitely was part of a pack, probably the one just Southwest of here.

He then spoke, in stutters; he was afraid, or maybe stupid, she could not tell; her tail wagging slowed and she took a dominant posture, to balance his submissive one, Well met, Iorek. She said loudly, gruffly, I am Cup.

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POSTED: Thu Aug 03, 2017 8:41 pm

Iorek
" If I seemed dangerous, would you be scared?"
Optime | Day | July | Dampwoods

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Iorek looked at the woman, noticing the similarity between the two. They both had bobbed tails. His head tilted; he had never seen anyone with a short tail like his. His tail wasn't like many of the other people that he'd met. He had always been the only one with the bobbed tail. Some people had long tails, which he found weird. His mother had a normal tail and for a while, the youngster thought that when he grew up, he would have a tail like his mother's. The wolfdog's tail never grew into a normal tail and it stayed short.

The massive yearling watched as the stranger came closer. Her body language was friendly and he mirrored her actions. He was quite feral in his actions as a child, and that still stuck with him. He had only learned the more humanized actions after traveling for a while and it took a bit of time for those feral mannerisms to give way to slightly more humanized ones. The woman greeted him with a sniff to his rump and scruff. He also sniffed her, smelling the aromas of a loner and the scents of the wild. The feral giant made sure to keep his distance, though.

The woman was quite gruff and introduced herself as "Cup". A strange name, but the red-eyed Recuit had heard stranger names. Like three people sharing the same second name. That was weird, people sharing the same second name. He didn't understand it at all. Cup didn't have a second name either, which was okay. He didn't know why people had second names, though it was confusing sometimes. The crimson-eyed Cavalier nodded.

Y-You loner? The bear dog asked with a tilted head. Birdflower chittered next to his ear. With a pause he added, I-I f-from C-Casa d-di C-Cavalieri The hybrid beast said.

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POSTED: Thu Aug 03, 2017 8:52 pm

Buttercup Damaichu
Let the bullets fly, let them rain down from the sky
Optime | Mid-day | The Dampwoods
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WORD COUNT
252

The male seemed to pick up on her movements, greeting her in much the same way, which she appreciated and put her at ease. It was not often, especially in these lands, that she met those who know how to communicate in this way. Her father barely knew it, her mother even less, but both had shown her as much they could, and instinct had instructed the rest.

The bird started chittering, and as if in unison, the male stuttered words at her. They were broken and sounded unintelligent, but from the way he had responded to her physically, she knew he was not handicapped. She glowered, and waved a hand as if to swat away a fly, No need to stutter, Iorek. She said, I do not judge you, we are equals, until you prove otherwise. Buttercup supposed his manner of speech was based on how those who thought themselves more advanced than he treated him; he need not worry himself about these things with her.

He spoke the name of a pack, but she did not recognize it; she shrugged, I know of no such place; I am not truly a loner, but not part of a pack. she could not really say she was a loner; she had family around, so she wasn’t really alone, unless she chose to be. Crossing her arms, she glared at the chattering bird, Shut that thing up would you? She barked, Or does it have more power over you than you of it?

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POSTED: Thu Aug 03, 2017 9:13 pm

Oh Cup300+

Iorek looked quite confused now. He barely know what a stutter was other than he had it. And nobody pointed it out to him other than his mother. He didn't exactly know how to stop the stutter though he did know that it got worse with emotion. His eyebrow raised as she said that she didn't judge him. He never thought of that and why would she judge him? His head tilted in confusion and then the wolfdog spoke.

d-Don't kn-know wh-why.....wh-why s-stutter. C-Can't s-stop The red-eyed Recruit said. Cup was strange. She had a strange name, strange eyes, strange eye-marking, and strange thoughts. He didn't understand her at all. Birdflower cooed and chirped beside his ear. The magpie's voice was a bit soothing to him and he didn't mind the noise. He hoped that the woman didn't ask him to elaborate because that would go nowhere. The crimson-eyed Cavalier cocked his head slightly to the other side.

The wolfdog female didn't know what Casa di Cavalieri was, though she said that she wasn't quite a loner. That confused the brown behemoth slightly. He hadn't known of the pack either, so it was understandable. He didn't know if he should tell the woman about his pack. But, the boy didn't know much about his own home. But he did know one thing, C-Casa d-di C-Cavalieri h-home o-of...o-of w-warriors...s-strong p-people. Everyone in his pack were strong warriors. Even the elderly Jace was. He didn't know how one wasn't exactly a loner though, but the chocolate-saddled brute would take the lady's word for it.

And then the strange lady told the red-eyed Recruit to shut Birdflower up. How did the bird have power over him? He didn't know how the bird could have control over him when he didn't really understand anything but the words that the magpie spoke. And today, the bird wasn't in a speaking mood. The bird did help him a lot: guiding him away from trees. But, the bird didn't control him. B-Birdflower d-don't c-control...c-control m-me. I-I c-can't u-understand...u-understand s-sounds. The crimson-eyed Cavalier said.

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POSTED: Fri Aug 04, 2017 8:14 pm

Buttercup Damaichu
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Optime | Mid-day | The Dampwoods
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The large male looked quite confused at her words, and the bird kept chattering. He explained, through stutters, what Casa di Cavalieri was, apparently a pack of warriors. He also explained the he did not control the bird, could not understand its sounds, but that was not quite what she had asked. It was clear this pet bird was not trained, probably just a parasite hanging around the wolf-dog because he gave it food. Just as if it could read her mind, it stopped chittering, looked at her and said very clearly, ”Girrrrrlllllll.” rolling the “r” and “l” sounds like a laugh. Cup gaped, but then glared; at least it had shut up.

Bringing her attention back to Iorek, Cup crossed her arms and looked to the ground; it was clear that he was a bit slow, not much unlike her brother, who was as dumb as he was kind. She could not hold ill will against someone who was this way, either from birth or from injury. She sighed, Tell me more about this pack of yours, how are they warriors? I smell horses on you, do they use them as mounts or for food? She figured she’d chat this male up for a while, and then go on her merry way. It was a shame he was slow, he was good looking otherwise. Shame.

Then, as an after thought, she reached up to pluck a buttercup from his flower crown and looked at it for a moment; ironic, Why are you wearing this? She asked.

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POSTED: Sun Aug 27, 2017 8:39 pm

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Iorek knew that Birdflower could talk. The magpie was moody and often preferred just to chitter and squawk in his own language. But, this was one of the times he decided to speak. The bird said, Girrrrrlllllll in a very sassy tone that was typical for the few remarks the bird made. The boy expected the woman to be angry, but she was just surprised. Well, she was a bit rude to the magpie, so maybe it was justified. The wolfdog just shrugged.

Then, the feral woman asked about Casa di Cavalieri, firing questions towards the red-eyed Recruit. The beast didn't know much about the pack itself, but the first question wasn't as hard as the second one to answer. He thought for a moment before he spoke. M-Many f-fought....b-brave....s-strong. W-We a f-fighting....b-bad l-loners. He said, trying to summarize his thoughts. Many in Casa had scars and he had seen them on the battlefield. People like Jace, Lyris, and Teagan looked like the demanded respect and had good skills. The crimson-eyed Cavalier struggled to answer the other question.

The massive yearling remembered his packmates telling him about horses. They were used for riding, though the beast didn't fully understand that. It was clear that they weren't food. Riding. He answered plainly. He was confused as to why the woman would think the horses were food. The feral giant had a confused look on his face as he answered the question.

Then, the woman plucked a flower out of the brown behemoth's mane. Riley had taken to weaving the flowers into his hair when he wasn't paying attention. The man had tried to explain that flowers didn't feel pain and therefore weren't alive. Still, the boy wouldn't pick any flowers. He still kept his flower crowns around, but he didn't wear them. The fact that he had flowers woven into his mane didn't bother him. R-Riley d-did. P-Pick f-flower...k-kills th-them. The chocolate-saddled brute replied.



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