[M]- You Have to Learn to Walk Before You Can Run

AW - Pictou River

POSTED: Thu Sep 21, 2017 6:02 pm

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Come meet Marsha! :D (+500)

They'd eventually grown tired of her antics and forced her to fend for herself.
No longer was she protected by the guarding hounds for the trading company she'd managed to seek amnesty under. Pity had eventually worn down to play so little a part in their generosity that the Slavic mutt now found herself dipping her toes gingerly into the cold rushing water, a grimace plastered on her face to be subjected to this independent life.

Following the unfortunate disappearance of her family in her home town of Chernobyl, the young pup (at the time) was rescued by a selfless group of traders coincidentally exploring the area for anything of value.
Despite a portion of the crew being more than eager to sell her to slavers, ridding her from using their precious consumable and shelter and gaining some benefit from the extra mouth, far more were not as ruthless; her playful nature brightened a larger number of the canines (and those in higher standing), earning the hybrid a place among their diverse community.

The first year seemed to fly by. She was only a few months from shifting when they found her, and upon gaining the ability Marsha had actually proven herself quite useful to the group; she'd learned to prepare food as well as continuously promoting positive vibes to keep spirits high even when they'd spend months away from home to gain nothing in return.

But then as she matured, the luxury of her support effectively shifted her attitude and behavior.
She grew vain, as she was perhaps not the most beautiful creature to grace those who looked upon her, but she was by no means repulsive. Accustomed to having a various choice of material good, Marsha was spoiled and began to expect special attention, particularly from those that were prone to treating her with usual favouritism.

However, even those generous individuals began to lose their nerve.

She was old enough now to fend for herself, they eventually agreed, and if she was to ever make a life of her own they could no longer coddle the mongrel.
It was not a motion of spite, but to push her toward progress. They were full aware of challenges she would face, and experiences that the Slavic girl would come to be acquainted with. Some farewells were lined with sorrow at the lose of a familiar face, but ultimately, it had to be done.

Marsha, though, was decidedly not prepared for such a change.

Flashy feathered boa flopping almost comically about her shoulders, the female luperci eased herself into the water, determined to clean herself and rid her lovely fur of the dirt and grim that tainted it along the trip to the river.
The traders gave her suggestions, telling her of locations to head toward and packs to seek, but as hard-headed as the wolfdog was, she'd stuck her nose up and crossed her arms at the suggestions, hearing barely a word.

She huffed loudly, pitying herself, hoping only that she'd run into somebody soon who would hate her as much to just abandon her on this queer land.

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POSTED: Thu Sep 21, 2017 7:21 pm

Szenne
Don't walk when they tell you march 'cause
if you do, then they'll never tell you apart
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get outta my effin country have a Szenne :D

All summer long, there was an abundance of sunflower seeds in the area called Sunflower Sunsets. She’d known this by coming upon a traveler with bags full of the delicacy. At the time, she had failed to steal them from them, but the whole encounter gave her an idea. Instead of hunting around the city for the squirrels, rats, and cats that lay hidden away in the cracks and crevices, Szenne could make the effort to go down to Sunflower Sunsets once in a while and collect the seeds that fell to the ground. There were a number of ways to process the seeds so that they had a different taste each time – some involved cooking, others involved leaving them out in the sun to dry.

She had both collected and ate her fill, and the sun slowly began to sink behind the horizon. She decided she would traipse to the Pictou River before heading back because the feeling of splinters in her throat was just too much. It was the only thing she hated about eating seeds. That feeling.

As she ebbed closer to the river, she realized that someone else had decided that it was bath time, and they were mucking up the river water. Sure, there were worse things in the rivers than some Luperci fur and dirt, but Szenne didn’t have to awkwardly face those as she bent down for a drink.

She passed the woman on by, casting a murmur about ”contaminatin my fuckin water” over her shoulder as she marched further upstream with her sacks of seeds, hoping the woman’s dirt wouldn’t be in the water up there. She’d refill her water canteen, too, so she’d be able to make it all the way back to Halifax.

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POSTED: Thu Sep 28, 2017 4:48 pm

Marsha is offended! :O (+000)

The emergence of another presence didn't go unnoticed.
Nor did the muttered expletive.

While he hadn't heard everything murmured under the breath of the unknown passerby, there was enough comprehended by the Slovic female to feel like she was in the process of being insulted.
Or, at least, the tone didn't give evidence otherwise.

Inflation itself was little to go off of, but that mattered little to the foreign female, who, at the moment now, saw this as a perfect opportunity to get some assistance getting back to the trader ship whose crew was obviously playing some cruel joke on her; this was no way to treat a lady.
Surely they would be back for her soon.

Put not until she'd planned equivalent retribution.

Quickly she snapped toward the other female, neon feathered boa (the only material possession to her name now, abandoned upon this terrible place) flopping loosely around her neck. "Oi! You, the lady who passes by so rudely without welcoming to Marsha!"
She yelled out, pointing a dainty finger in the stranger's direction as she accused her of such disrespect, "Why... Tell me..." Marsha calmed down some, fixing the flashy accessory in an over-dramatic manner and taking a deep, relaxing breath before continuing once more with a beaming grin, "Why you act like Marsha is not even here, hm? I see you, you see me I am sure." She huffed, offended by the avoidance.

Deciding to be the bigger person and show off just how superior and polite she was, the conceited mongrel brushed a wild lock of blue-grey hair from her view and smiled more sincerely. "Hello..." She drew it out, a greeting laced with sarcasm, before placing her hand on her hips.


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POSTED: Sun Oct 01, 2017 9:21 pm

Szenne
Don't walk when they tell you march 'cause
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accent on point tho! ;)

Szenne didn’t manage to get very far before a voice called out to her, dripping in a heavy accent that she had not heard before. Szenne rolled her eyes and considered ignoring the woman entirely and going about her business, but there was something about the voice that struck an ‘entitlement’ note in Szenne’s heart, which enflamed her rage and had her turning around to face the woman down the stream.

”Oh, I’m sorry. You someone special?” Szenne shot back, not even caring whether the foreign dog understood here or not. ”See only special Luperci get a special greetin from me... Who the fuck is ya?” She wouldn’t mention that tha ‘special greeting’ involved the tip of her dagger in someone’s fleshy bits.

Dropping the bags of seeds at her sides, Szenne began cracking her knuckles, waiting for that moment she would have to reach for her dagger to cut that pretty little feathery thing from the woman's throat - or strangle her with it. Whichever she felt like doing first.

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POSTED: Tue Oct 03, 2017 10:26 pm

Gonna mature this, just in case. :') (+000)

There was a brief moment of satisfaction as it seemed the stranger acknowledged her position and apologized to the Slavic female, a moment in which Marsha found herself smiling genuinely at last, for the first time since she'd been stranded on this God-forsaken land, proud of her clarity.
However, it didn't last long, and her feelings of pride were immediately replaced by confusion at the mention of only special Luperci getting a specialgreeting.

It had just been agreed that she was, indeed, special, was it not? However, the mutt failed to see how this acquaintance's introduction was particularly special, and definitely not enough so for the conceited mongrel.

"That is poor special greeting for Marsha." She grumbled, crossing her arms with a displeased huff. "But Marsha can only expect so much from such homely type, yes." The flashy canine insulted, believing now that the other was completely incapable of giving a proper specialgreeting, for she was undeserving of one herself and had never witnessed such an event.

Sighed disappointedly, the foreigner continued in her condescending manner, "But no need to introduce self to Marsha now, I already know who lady is..."She smirked, leaning in with her hands now placed upon her hips in a childish stance: "Lady is called Rude Bitch, no?"


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POSTED: Fri Oct 06, 2017 7:42 am

Szenne
Don't walk when they tell you march 'cause
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prob a good idea lol

The female didn’t seem to get it – or she was around people all her life that pampered the shit out of her that she didn’t know an insult until it slapped her in the face, which was evident here. Szenne snorted, almost amused by her attempts at insulting her, but not quite. She was more annoyed that she had to deal with the woman instead of someone else. Szenne looked up and around, folding her own arms over her chest. There was no one else but her and this dog bitch here…

Szenne sighed, defeated, but then caught the tail-end of the mutt’s last insult.

”Yea, Rude Bitch. Ha. Funny… Ya know I’d really like to kick ya in ya smart ass mouth, but why should I improve ya looks?” The pink boa just wasn't working for her... What did she think? It looked cute? Now it looked wet, and clumpy. It'd only look worse and worse as she made herself more at home in these lands. Princesses didn't survive here.

In a scrap between her and the dog bitch with the goofy accent, Szenne could not doubt she would win. She’d beat her ass just like she beat Charletter’s – a whole lot of mouth-running, but nothing to back it up.

”I’m Rude Bitch, so you must be Annoyin Cunt. So, Annoyin Cunt, what brings ya to Sunflowa Sunsets?”

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POSTED: Tue Oct 17, 2017 3:40 pm

Pfft figured. (+000)

She scoffed,"Oh please, like anything you capable of could possibly improve anything..." The Slavic canine drew out, laughing giddily afterward. The insults thrown her way were biting, and perhaps would have held more weight against a less conceited mutt, but Marsha was headstrong in her stubborn confidence and merely shrugged the retorts off as rambled lies.

While she was built strong and sturdy, with a tall frame and the ability to support a significant amount of mass (had she deserve to build her body in any such way), due heavily to her domestic genetics, in a physical brawl, she would find herself at a loss. The group of traders she lived with for so long were a passive much, very infrequently finding themselves in altercations and instead opting to lose a few goods in lieu of a life; they hadn't been so properly trained to fight.
Some could hold their own, surely. There were others capable of defending themselves and others, had the necessity presented itself.
But for the most part, violence never crossed their minds, and had little effect on their behaviors and priorities.

This scrappy stranger didn't initially appear too threatening to the spoiled mongrel, but even Marsha was aware of what rage could do; her family was driven apart and away from their home by a ruthless band of canines not unlike her - hungry, driven, ego-fueled hybrids.
It was unpredicted, and ultimately effective despite the homely appearance of individuals of the pack.

Based on experience, Marsha was sure that this female, too, was at least able to cause some sort of undesired damage (be it a broken bone or merely a broken nail, the dainty wolfdog was appalled by the possible outcomes).
Perhaps it was best to back off, even just slightly.

With a deep inhale and relaxed sigh, the loner attempted to make her stance more friendly; she toyed idly with her ragged feather boa,curled her tail, and smiled more, though there was still resentment bubbling up inside her.
"Marsha is surprised this place has name. Looks so... So wild and dirty! Except water, of course." Her homeland was not much different, of course, and she'd seen other lands from aboard the trading ship, but she spent most of her time on the water. However, that thought only elicited the recollection of why she was here, as the stranger had inquired; she'd been left.

She whined and shook her head, as if distressed, "Oh, is awful! So awful, Marsha is abandoned, just... Just lefthere, like... Like lame horse!"The Slavic canine groaned, now contemplating a way to draw pity from this woman; while she most definitely was not Marsha's preferred company, she could prove helpful in the situation.


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POSTED: Sat Nov 04, 2017 1:51 am

Szenne
Don't walk when they tell you march 'cause
if you do, then they'll never tell you apart
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End!

Szenne was perfectly prepared to have a gunfight and shoot insults back at the woman for the remainder of the night, but it would seem the woman would resign from such behaviors. As Szenne waited for her to say something else smart back (she did, but Szenne didn’t think that was the last of it), the woman lowered her gaze and began playing with the feathered scarf around her form. Szenne wondered whether the ratty thing would have melted if she got it wet. It didn’t look like it’d hold on much longer.

”Wild and dirty? What kinda place ya come from? A fuckin castle wit a butler or some shit?” Szenne was appalled by what the woman had said. Who thought the wide open world was dirty? It was wild – all of them in it were, but it was just the way the woman had said it. What made her world so clean and tame?

When the woman began to whine in sorrow, however, Szenne knew it was time to go. She didn’t care for the woman, first of all, and she never cared for anyone’s whining. Szenne was not a creature that gave three shits about anyone else. She wouldn’t pity the woman. Marsha was wasting her time.

”Well, it was nice wasting my goddamn time wit ya. Hope ya get eaten by a dirty bear. See ya ‘round.” And with that, Szenne began to pick up her bags and walk off, leaving the woman in the river by herself.

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