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Ascher

POSTED: Mon Sep 01, 2014 1:44 pm

  • Word Count: 608
  • Setting:1st 15th, morning. Woods outside Jordheim/Jordheim
  • Form: Wolf
Hey there ^_^

If you were to see him now, it might be hard to connect Arno with the half-starved thing that had been accepted into the pack not too long ago. While his elderly mother had not quite regained her health, between his own efforts hunting small prey and the steady supply of food being in Vinatta offered the younger Rousseau had bounced back admirably. He still wasn't quite as large and filled out as his frame demanded, but his ribs had finally disappeared back behind a layer of muscle and fur. He was growing as well, the steady supply of food having restarted the progress of several late growth spurts, pushing him towards being of a size where only his still very slightly disproportionate body showed that he was not yet a full adult.

It made Arno guilty sometimes, watching his mother seem to waste away while he woke up every day feeling healthier and stronger. So far his continued exploration of the territory and attempts at hunting had provided him with a physical way to clear his mind and not beat himself up about this, one which Aimée was encouraging heavily now that she was sure of Arno's health.

Between his growth spurt and general increased health, hunting wasn't quite the impossible task that it had previously been for Arno. Well, in terms of strength and speed at least; the boy still lacked skill and experience at bringing down prey without a lot of assistance. That didn't stop him from trying though, and slowly he was starting to learn the behaviours and tricks of the wildlife around Jordheim. Not enough to have regular success, but each failure was closer than the last.

Today was pretty far from the mark though. Arno was still sleepy given the hour and the hare he had chosen for his prey seemed particularly nimble. It hadn't quite managed to loose Arno yet but every time he got closer than a couple of meters to it it would find some obstacle to slow him down or burst of energy to escape. Like now, as the little bugger darted into a thick brush that had come out of nowhere. Growling through his panting Arno sped up and pelted towards the bush, intending to muscle through it, but to his surprise as he hit the bush and went through the ground under his feet abruptly disappeared!

The fall wasn't that far in all honesty, but unbalanced as he was Arno his the ground forepaws first followed by his face, a jolt of pain flaring in his right ankle. With his face burning from small scratches and embedded stones and his leg throbbing the young canine lay stunned on the ground, looking up at the bush he had ran through and the small but sharp drop that it had concealed; the hare he had been chasing invisible in the brush and likely long gone. The thought incensed Arno, and he quickly sprung to his feet.

A sharp yelp of pain and an reintroduction of Arno's face to the dirt later he saw the error of his ways. Whatever he had done to his foot hurt, and not the sort of hurt that he could just ignore like his scratches. Ears sinking despondently Arno started looking around his environment, nose twitching as he sniffed for any familiar scents. Thankfully it seemed that he was close to Jordheim, being stuck miles from home with his leg like this would have been the cherry on the cake. With a sigh that morphed into a faint hiss of pain Arno picked himself up, carefully this time, and started slowly limping home.

Last edited by Arno Rousseau on Mon Sep 15, 2014 10:50 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Alex
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POSTED: Mon Sep 15, 2014 10:38 am

OOC: Optime!

IC:
Ascher was heading back from visiting the Godja in the Sacred Grove when the hare darted into his path. Large brown eyes stared up at him for a moment before the creature bounded off again, and Asch's reflexes hadn't been quick enough. Today was one of those lazy days where he felt like letting the sun warm his eyelids while he rested on a grassy bed. To some extent he had stayed true to that vague, hazy feeling in agreeing with himself to spend most of the day with family.

Ode and Shore were growing like weeds – Shore moreso. Ascher's darkest daughter was built robustly already, while her sister lagged behind at slightly below average, like her Father. Ascher's guilt had eased in the time since he'd returned to Jordheim, but occasionally when he looked at his young family it flared and he had to look away, hoping none of them had noticed. Ascher was redoubling his efforts to be a fitting mate and father; he emerged from the trees at a brisk pace, about to turn down the winding path towards his home and the smiling faces of his young daughters when he spotted the tan-streaked figure moving towards Jordheim.

The mixture of browns and greys wasn't particularly striking against the backdrop of green, but Ascher almost immediately took note of the other male's movements. He was hampered by an injured leg. Asch sought to make eye contact with him, pausing and altering his own course so that he could amble towards him. Although evidently a packmate, the young man was unknown to Ascher and he made sure to observe the niceties which had become foggy in his absence.

“Do you want that looking at?” Ascher asked as he came to a halt and clasped his hands behind his back, leaving a sensible bubble of personal space.

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POSTED: Mon Sep 15, 2014 7:55 pm

  • Word Count: 246
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  • Form: Wolf
I don't imagine that medical care is really a non-luperci thing,so Arno be confused :P

Arno's passage back towards Jordheim was punctuated by occasional whimpers and a steady stream of French curses that would have had his ears swatted if his mother had heard him. Still, despite the twinging pain and awkward gait forced onto him Arno wasn't all that far away from the village and the house with its nice soft den to nap in was a reachable target.

Arno's ears twitched as he heard someone approaching through the woodland and he paused, turning to look at the copper-toned Luperci who had appeared through the trees. The elder man seemed to want Arno's attention for something judging by how he was looking at him and walking towards him so Arno stopped where he was and waited for him to catch up, his generally bad mood clearly told by the flattened stubs of his ears and his tail, currently taking up residence tucked between his legs.

Arno's general grumpiness quickly turned to confusion when the man spoke, Arno's head dropping into a curious cock. “I... uh what? This?” Arno said, holding up his injured paw. He couldn't tell why someone would want to look at his paw for some reason, but it was the only thing he had different than usual so he guessed that was it. “Uhh, sure, you can look if you want?” Arno said. His confusion, and the fact that he hadn't really understood what the stranger had meant, was clear in his tone and on his face.

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POSTED: Sun Sep 28, 2014 8:23 am

The younger Vinattan didn't seem overly keen on Ascher approaching – with ragged ears and tail held low, he ground to a halt which seemed reluctant. Ascher wondered for a moment if he should retreat to his own home, but shrugged that off; it was too late, now, to withdraw from the conversation he'd initiated. So the Eljun Rikr strode forward with feigned confidence instead.

The air of grumpiness about the limping hybrid seemed to evaporate and rain back down as confusion. Ascher went over what he'd asked in his head, wondering where he had gone wrong, but ended up with a similarly confused expression. He hesitated, a few feet from his packmate, and scratched his chin. “I meant – do you want something for it?” The second question was confusing even in Ascher's own head and could possibly be misconstrued as him wanting to trade for the other male's paw – like a twisted version of a lucky rabbit's foot.

Frustrated by his own lack of social acumens, the coppery Stormbringer drew in a long breath, swiping his long fringe of coffee brown out of his eyes with the back of one hand. “I'm Ascher. I'm one of Vinatta's healers.” Once the words had leapt off his tongue Ascher realised that that might have been a better opening than the one he had used. “If you'd like something to help your paw heal I'd be happy to help?” Asch's final attempt to offer his help did not sound like the voice of a confident healer even to his own ears, which dipped towards his skull in a moment of irritation. When had he regressed to the point of awkwardness around his unrelated packmates?
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