Chill winds and ill thoughts

POSTED: Thu Nov 20, 2014 9:33 pm

  • Word Count: 400
  • Setting: ---
  • Form: Wolf
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Arno’s breath billowed out before him in tiny glittering clouds as he padded through the woods, paws crunching through grass stiffened with the morning frost. The cold air seemed to have infected the entire world around Arno, giving everything from, roots to leaves to the spider-webs that hung between them a sparkling coating. It was a beautiful sight, and one that would normally have Arno entranced, but his mind was stuck on heavier thoughts at the moment.

Arno had wished, hoped, that as his mother settled down in Vinátta and truly accepted the community that her body would start to heal when her mind found peace. Unfortunately, neither thing had happened. His mother remained as isolationist and bad tempered towards the world at large as ever and she only seemed to get weaker and weaker as time passed. It was getting even worse now. As the weather got colder and colder, his mother’s condition seemed to be dangerously close to transitioning from simple weakness to full blown illness. Taking care of her was almost a full time job these days, and Arno had spent most of his time recently cooped up inside the house with her.

This quick trip outside had been necessary. Arno was a cheerful and optimistic canine by nature, and he loved his mother, but the woman was starting to grate on his nerves. As much as he tried to be positive, tried to think less about her current condition and more about recovery, it was hard to do so when his mother herself seemed convinced that her recovery would never come.

It was harder still for him to stay positive, when honestly he was starting to think she was right.

A whiff of familiar smell drifted across his nostrils and Arno raised his head and paid attention to his surroundings for the first time in almost half an hour. His aimless wandering had taken him in a wide loop around the woods, and he could now see the houses and hills of Jordheim looming ahead of him. Figuring that he had been out long enough anyway Arno continued back towards the village, but he kept his course away from his own house and headed vaguely towards the center. It had been too long since Arno had talked to someone who wasn’t his mother, and perhaps an outside perspective could help him think things through.

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Now it's time to say goodbye, To the things we loved, And the innocence of youth.

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POSTED: Sun Nov 23, 2014 11:34 pm

OOC: Hi! If you would like some adult wisdom, we can transition this to have Aspen talk to him instead of Shore being a puppy. xD

IC:
She was being too loud, Shore had been told, and then promptly booted out the door to use her outside voice in it’s proper place: outside. At least, that was how she saw it. Really, her mother had suggested she go outside and play, but Shore didn’t quite see it that way. So, since she was being loud inside, she decided to continue that outside and stomped her oversized paws as she walked. They made a thump sound with each step and she bobbed her head a little with each step.

The paths through the village were ones that she knew well now, not just to Palaydrian’s house, although that seemed like it could be a fun place to go. Maybe Sylven would like to have a shouting match. Preferably through the door. Maybe he would get booted outside, too. Then they could wrestle

Little ears perked when Shore heard the sound of someone else coming, and then she spotted him. She wasn’t sure who he was, although she thought maybe she had seen him around a little bit. Maybe he would have something interesting to do. Maybe her mom knew him. She liked to be in her four legged form, too, although Shore didn’t know why. It seemed like hands would be much more useful, and she couldn't wait until she had them.

“Hi there!” She called, a bit louder than was necessary. Her tail wagged behind her as she continued towards him, continuing to walk loudly because it was fun. “I’m Shore. Who’re you? Wanna play?” Bright blue eyes looked at him expectantly. She already knew what game she wanted to play: tag.
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POSTED: Fri Dec 05, 2014 10:18 pm

  • Word Count: 308
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  • Form: Wolf
Heya! :3 Sorry or the wait, feelin’ more alive now and the writing mojo is flowing :-)

Jordheim felt unusually quiet today, many of the residents evidently either off on errands or tucked away indoors away from the cold. Or at least it had been until Arno rounded the corner and his ears twitched, picking up on a soft stomping coming towards him. Arno’s ears perked in amusement as he saw the young puppy stomping about happily, her tail wagging as she called out to him loudly. The puppy was a loud thing, certainly far too loud for Arno’s thoughts to remain drudged up in the past.

“Hello there.” He replied slowly, looking down at the pup as his sombre mood started to bleed away into some of his normal cheer. To be fair, Shore didn’t look to be that much younger than Arno, half a dozen moons at most, but a recent growth spurt had Arno now standing taller and heavier than many of the adults he met. Age might be changing his body, but it wasn’t affecting his disposition much; the words “overgrown puppy” often left his mother’s lips on the occasions when her own sour mood wasn’t infecting Arno. “I’m Arno.” he continued, bending his head to sniff at the pup. She smelled vaguely familiar, and while it took him a moment he eventually picked out Aspen’s scent as strongest amongst those lingering about the child.

Arno’s head tilted at the last request. Play. Huh, now that he thought about it, Arno hadn’t actually done anything he could really class as “playing” in quite a long time with how much of his time had been taken up recently. Far too long a time. Arno’s tail picked up a bit of speed and he looked at Shore. “Play huh, I dunno…” he said, face scrunched up in mock thoughtfulness before it lapsed into a grin. “… sure! What ya thinkin’ Shrimp?”

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POSTED: Mon Dec 08, 2014 11:36 pm

OOC: Shore totally missed the fact that his thoughtfulness was in jest. XD

IC:
Arno. Shore would do her best to remember that, although she would probably have to ask her mom later to remind her of his name. The more she looked at him, the more she realized that Arno wasn’t really that much bigger than her, but he was older and it was a little surprising. She thought she was the oldest puppy in the pack at the moment, although maybe he wasn’t really considered a puppy.

Either way, she waited impatiently as he seemed to take forever to decide whether or not he wanted to play with her. She wasn’t sure why it would be a difficult decision. It didn’t seem like there was anything wrong with him, and then finally, he agreed.

“Great!” She yipped excitedly, front end bouncing once as her tail wagging madly. She was glad he didn’t suggest a game because what she really wanted to play was tag, even if he was bigger than her, and probably faster. She was getting pretty quick, though, at least in her opinion, so surely she would be able to keep ahead of him a little bit.

Shore eyed Arno for a moment, edging closer to him before she ducked her head with the intention of bumping his leg with her nose, then she bounced backwards into a play bow, tail still wagging.

“Tag!” She said, “you’re it!” And then spun around, for once without her feet getting tangled up and took off down the path, giggling the whole way.
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POSTED: Fri Dec 12, 2014 12:47 pm

  • Word Count: 252
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  • Form: Wolf
XD. Slight note, Arno is on the larger size scale for wolves and is pretty much fully grown now at 11 and a half months. Unless Shore is a BIIIGGGG puppy, you might've misread that bit about his size/playfulness ratio :P

Arno’s tail started to wag as Shore yipped happily. It was hard for anyone to stay grumpy in the face of a happy puppy, and Arno wasn’t a naturally grumpy canine to begin with. He dropped down into a play bow to match Shore’s when the little wolfdog bumped his leg, figuring her intentions just before she turned and ran off down the path, moving surprisingly quick for her size

Arno gave Shore a couple seconds head start before he set off after her, unconsciously slipping into the same loping stride that he used for hunting. He held off on his full speed a bit; after months of hunting rabbits around the village he was fairly sure he could put on enough of a burst of speed to catch her, but that didn’t seem much fun. Instead he hung off to the side a bit, crashing through the light shrubbery and darting forwards now and then, trying to chase Shore off the path.

It was a similar tactic to that he often used hunting, though there was significantly less snapping and growling involved when playing with a puppy. “Gonna get ya!” he called out happily one of the times he fell back slightly, taking note of where they were. If he was reading the surroundings correctly he figured they were near to a river in the area, and he started to try and herd Shore that way. Catching her against the river felt fairer than just taking advantage of having longer legs.

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POSTED: Mon Dec 22, 2014 11:20 pm

OOC: yeah, I probably did. I’m not sure exactly how big Shore would be right now, although from what I can find a 6 month old pup basically looks like an adult wolf, so I dunno. She’s probably about Aspen’s size, or even a bit bigger at this point, except with the mind of about a 10 year old. xD This is part of why I don’t usually play puppies. I’ll just go with it’s Shore’s (incorrect) opinion.

IC:
As Shore barreled down the path her ears swiveled to try to figure out how close Arno was to her. She could hear his paws hitting the ground over the sound of hers, but the sound seemed to get louder and quieter before a crashing sound had her turning her head in time to see him go through some bushes. Hopefully whoever they belonged to didn’t mind, though they were out of her line of sight too quickly to see if there was any damage, and the last she thought of them was a fleeting thought that she hoped she didn’t get blamed for it. Shore’s ears turned back as she heard him call out to her and she grinned.

“No you’re not!” She shouted back with a laugh and picked up her pace, and her feet slipped a bit before gaining purchase as she rounded a corner in the path and then dodged off to the side of the path. She turned her head briefly to spot Arno and turned away from him, inadvertently heading towards the nearby river, tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth.

“Come on, slowpoke!” Shore goaded this time, knowing that he was probably slowing up; he was bigger, his legs were longer, and this meant he had to be quicker than her, too. In Shore’s opinion, she was getting to be much too grown up to have someone let her win, especially when she could figure out what was happening, or she was pretty sure it was what was happening.
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POSTED: Tue Dec 30, 2014 8:14 pm

Word Count: 275::: OOC ::

A sharp bark of laughter left Arno’s mouth as he raced along the side of the path. He had forgotten how much fun chasing something could be when success or failure wasn’t the difference between him and his mother going hungry or not. His grin grew toothy and challenging when the pup shouted back at him, and be quickly called back. “Oh, Really? before putting on a burst of speed that had him peak just behind Shore.

Arno’s tail was whirring behind him almost like a propeller as he dogged Shore’s paws down the trail, grinning when she took his bait and started to veer off towards the river. Knowing that he had the puppy where he wanted her, Arno started to slow down from a sprint into a wide, loping run; letting Shore pull ahead a bit. Shore was quicker than Arno had first thought; he was reminded briefly of how he had used to burn himself out chasing rabbits at a full sprint and not giving himself any resting periods. He had learned better since then and while chasing a puppy wasn’t the same as chasing a rabbit, the basic concepts were similar.

“Run, run, as fast as ya can!” Arno called out merrily, mimicking some tone he had once heard somewhere. If he had remembered correctly, they were coming up on a meander in the river that would serve nicely to cut off Shore’s escape. Arno kept moving at a slower pace, just enough to keep Shore in sight while he saved up his energy for one big full-out sprint once the puppy realised what he was chasing her into.

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POSTED: Sat Jan 03, 2015 10:44 pm

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Her little taunt seemed to have done the trick and Shore quickly realized that Arno was closing in. It really should not be a surprise, due to the fact that his legs were longer than hers, but she still thought she might have a chance. Now, however, he was right on her heels and Shore tried to run faster. It appeared to work because she turned her head just enough to look behind her and there seemed to be some more distance between them, but she knew she could not let up now or he would catch up again.

Shore laughed as he called out to her again and once more tried to go faster, and she was getting afraid she was going to trip. The ground seemed to zoom by so quickly that she could not tell if there was a root or something that she needed to step over. Getting away mattered more and her tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth as she continued on forward, already starting to breathe hard.

The path was beginning to taper off and it took Shore a moment to realize why: the river. With a startled yelp, she dug her paws into the ground so she slowed before nearing the bank, trying to figure out what she should do. She did not know of another way to go, and there was brush blocking her way if she wanted to turn off and keep running. Her breaths came out in white puffy clouds as she slowed a bit more and then made the quick decision to jump off the path and into the brush. It was perhaps not the best idea, but it was made by a puppy desperate not to be caught by her playmate.

Unfortunately, it did not help her much and she found herself trapped by denser brush with nowhere else to go. Instead, she sat still hoping that Arno had not seen her, never mind the fact that he could follow her scent right to her hiding spot.
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POSTED: Sat Jan 10, 2015 7:57 pm

Word Count: 377 :: OOC ::

It was a good thing that looking behind oneself when running was a difficult task, or Shore would have probably seen the wide grin splitting Arno’s face as she fell right into his trap. The river was easily swimmable, fordable in many places, but it was freshly thawed today; the water ice cold with chunks of thicker ice still clinging to the edges or drifting slowly down it. It was possible to cross, yes, but at the moment very unpleasant. Arno certainly wouldn’t have braved the waters for the sake of a game, and he was counting on Shore feeling the same way.

It seemed though, that the younger canine was most into the game than Arno had thought. As Arno reached the area where he had expected to corner her he found that the girl was nowhere in sight and Arno felt a brief surge of panic at the thought that she had actually jumped into the river in this sort of weather because of him; her mother would kill him! Fortunately before he could fully process it and start to panic the wind shifted, bringing a hint of scent too potent to just be a trail from off to his side, where some brush seemed to have had it’s covering of snow disturbed a suspicious amount.

Face sliding from panic to amusement, Arno started to stalk towards the bushes that seemed to be the source of the scent with his tail wafting behind him in a slow, silent movement. Arno was in full hunting mode now, moving downwind of the bush and making his movements as silent as he could – which for him was fairly good – as he crept ever closer. When he was close enough that he could swear that he could see little tufts of grey fur poking through the dying leaves Arno struck, lunging his head through the brush to where he thought Shore was hiding. The motion was almost identical to what Arno would do to flush out a rabbit hiding in a similar situation, with the main difference being that rather than a powerful set of jaws all that was coming Shore’s way was a prod from Arno’s muzzle.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 14, 2015 10:39 pm

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Keeping as still as she could, Shore listened as Arno approached and when he got close, she held her breath in order to try to keep him from hearing that. Her ears tucked back with the effort it took not to immediately gasp for breath again. It was difficult with all the running she had just done, and she could feel her heart hammering away in her chest, due both to the excitement of hiding and also her previous sprint.

An excited shiver went down Shore's spine and her ears twitched as Arno's footsteps got closer to her hiding place, and for a moment, she thought maybe he would not notice her there. The older Stormbringer pup turned her head slightly so that she could see him through the brush from the corner of her eye and wondered at the same time if perhaps he was only pretending not to know where she was right away, like how she was sure he had been going easy on her during the chase. He had to have been, like when she wrestled with her mom as a younger and smaller puppy.

She was quickly needing to breathe again, and inevitably, he found her. Shore released her breath with a loud yelp as he pounced into the brush, and it was followed quickly by breathless laughter as she tried to wriggle forward and avoid his muzzle, and therefore being tagged, for just a few moments longer. He got her though, and she whirled around, feeling the little twigs tugging at her fur.

"Now I'm gonna get you!" She declared loudly and jumped towards him from the bush, paws out, hoping to get a jump on the whole game and maybe manage to tag him back right away. It was really her only home, Shore thought, because his long legs meant that he would be a lot faster than her. Sticks and dead leaves clung to her fur, unnoticed by the warm grey hued puppy.
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