A New Journey.

POSTED: Tue May 29, 2018 7:54 pm

Atarah's Introduction to Souls
Word count- 664
Miramichi Valley
Setting generator- "It's midnight, and songbirds are flying overhead. Your character feels the urge to stare at the sky."


The sky clung to what little light still stretched across the sky. Whispy darkened fingers clawed at elusive rays of orange and yellow that faded with each passing moment. Though a chill still lingered from the mountains above, Atarah panted slightly as she padded onward. With only the will to place more distance between herself and the memories of her dying mentor, Indra, to push her, she continued with no true destination in mind. Tired eyes glanced upwards as the sun disappeared from view. The darkness had always comforted her in an odd fashion. Her shadowy companion had never ceased to be with her and never left her side even in the daytime. It always lingered though sometimes in a smaller form beside her and its dark protective nature had helped conceal her in times of distress when she knew she couldn't fight her way out. Yes, the brightness of day paled in comparison to the dark comfort of night. With the added comfort she continued forward, ignoring the protest of sore feet and achy muscles. There had never been that much need for distance travel when Indra had been alive. They had what they needed and the game had never been too far away. But her mountain home seemed empty without her mentor and friend. She padded forward with the only thing she kept to remind her of home, Indra's bone necklace. She held it clamped between her teeth as she traveled in her lupin form so as not to damage it in a shift. She believed it contained Indra's presence and never went anywhere without it.


She had grown accustomed to the blindness in her eye, and though it meant relying more on her hearing than her eyes, she found no difficulty navigating or staying attuned to her surroundings. The plants around her softly waved their greeting to the wolven stranger as she passed through them. A mixture of the scents of other creatures, more than likely holed up in their den for the night, reached her nose. One of the more glorious discoveries that laid beneath the blanket of night was the life that hid in its folds. Dark shadows of nocturnal birds began to stir from their slumber. Coyotes howled in the distance, more than likely hunting or scavaging. She had never really liked the creatures, but then again the only ones she'd met had been rather pretentious. She valued those that kept their word and rather than boasted, remained humble. She would never be mistaken as the kind that would judge quickly as she couldn't imagine anyone being the same as someone else. She had taken many days simply exploring and observing the world around her. No two birds, even of the same species seemed to be identical though they resembled one another. Why should wolves, coyotes or any other creature for that matter be any different? None the less, the sound of their howls urged her forward at a bit brisker of a pace.


She had been following the river as it snaked through the valley. It was clear the snow that had melted aided in the swiftness of the water. The moon hung high in the cloudless sky and fatigue hung on her fur like the dew on the grass. A clearing ahead beckoned her nearer. A suitable place beside the river with some cover of trees to the side but an open window above letting the moon smile down on her. For the first time since she left her beloved Indra, she sat on the soft earth. Her presence seemed to disturb some birds from their perch above, and they darted across the river to the far side trees. Her eyes again rested on the shining night sun. Exhaustion tugged at her body but thoughts of Indra prevented her from resting.
Last edited by Atarah on Sat Jun 02, 2018 6:28 pm, edited 1 time in total.

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Gizmo
Luperci

POSTED: Thu May 31, 2018 8:16 am

OOC: Hi! Have an Eliza!

IC:
The state of the Miramichi Valley was always a good indicator of how the seasons were ticking along and Eliza took regular visits to the shallow scoop of land during the Springtime to see how this year’s flooding had affected the place. While Krokar was no longer quite as close to the Valley as it had initially been the dog enjoyed her journeys out there.

It was always good for Eliza to shake up the scenery around her, trading one sight for another. These were the changes the woman had most control over while faces and scents shifted and drifted onward without her say-so. She didn’t often resent the world its ever-changing nature - she tried to accept it for what it was, rolling along with it like a stone down a hillside. But every now and then the Navigator wanted to take hold of the world and ply it into what suited her. That was, of course, impossible – but Liz could damn well control her own place within that world.

Night had drawn in hours ago and the Cormier dog was still out in the Valley. She was on foot tonight but the sweep of wings far overhead signalled the presence of Sidonia the golden eagle. Liz had no concerns about Sidonia’s ability to hunt in the pitch black; the bird’s eyes were a thousand times sharper than her own.

The river was white with speed. Eliza thought the Goddess must have been in fine fettle tonight. A clearing opened up ahead, smaller in the darkness than it would’ve looked in the day, and a scent met the woman’s liver nose as the flapping of wings much smaller than Sidonia’s made her head turn. She let out a short, sharp whistle in an effort to gauge her eagle partner’s whereabouts before stepping forward, her head cocked to one side in curiousity. Eliza could have been a nocturnal bird herself.

“Eyup,” she chirped to the shape of a canine much larger than she was.

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Don't Stop Me Now

POSTED: Sat Jun 02, 2018 6:10 pm

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Memories of her beloved Indra passed through her mind like a gentle summer breeze. As she gazed upon the bright fullness of the moon she wondered if Indra would be upset that she had left their home in the mountains above. Indra's necklace, now her own, laid on the ground beside her. As long as the necklace was close to her she never felt alone. Indra was with her no matter where she went, so in a way, both of them had left their home. Though she had never been one for traveling surely Indra wasn't mad. Surely. A large bird caught her attention though in the darkness she couldn't make out what it was. For all she knew it wasn't a bird at all, could have been just a large shadow. She didn't see well at night but never allowed it to hinder her nightly walks.

As a wolf that had grown up on her own, and had to protect herself for so long it was a rare feat for anyone or anything to sneak up on her. Her sense of hearing had sharpened due to the loss of sight in her eye and helped her have at least some warning when another creature approached. A small sound that was quite unfamiliar to her pierced through her thoughts and proved that her walk down memory lane had proved dangerously distracting.

Startled she jumped up and spun around trying to find the source of the sound. It was times like these she wished she had two working eyes. She could barely make out some kind of canine, or what she assumed to be canine, approaching. Though it looked far different than herself she had a feeling it was still canine. She had never seen a creature like this and though her instincts told her to run from the potentially dangerous situation she instead cocked her head to the side and took a single step backward. She knew very little about other animals, and her only real companion had been Indra. Of course, she knew of some other species like the coyotes and other wolves but this creature seemed different. Was it a type of coyote?

She let out a welcoming "Yip", just to be on the safe side. She debated on whether or not to begin shifting into her secui form as she would have a better chance of getting away due to the increase in power and speed. Her curiosity got the better of her though and she returned to a sitting position, maybe she would come across as less threatening in this position. Social things had never been her strength.

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POSTED: Mon Jun 04, 2018 10:45 am

The wolf moved sharply, startled, and Eliza’s posture changed. One speckled hand lifted, palm out toward the stranger in a gesture of reassurance and she allowed her weight to shift back onto the pads of her hind paws. Her tail wagged, slow and serene – surprisingly so for the Cormier woman who was so often a ball of fire-bright passion.

“Woah there – en’t gonna hurt ya,” she called across the short distance which still remained between them. Eliza was an enthusiastic meeter of people, an even more enthusiastic talker – yet she understood the need to offer space and relative quiet for some canines. Not everyone appreciated a bright and chirpy dog barrelling up to them.

“Just out fer a walk wi’ me eagle friend,” the dog went on, blithely unaware that the idea of a dog being friends with an eagle might be peculiar to some. She was even less aware that her accent could, at times, be difficult for others to grasp. Her eyes made an assessment of the stranger’s stance, gauging whether she would need to flee this particular impromptu meeting. Liz decided that wouldn’t be necessary – not yet, at least.

Her head snapped up, one side of her scruffy wirehaired muzzle edged with silver in the moonlight. “’Ere she comes!”

The woosh of a large airborne body approaching made the dog’s floppy ears lift a fraction. Her eyes narrowed slightly to better see the incoming raptor in the darkness and the whistle she let out now was lower than the first – admiration rather than a summons.

“En’t she a beaut?!” the woman gushed as the golden eagle deposited a small, still-warm body at her feet. From where she stood Sidonia’s wings were gilded by the moonlight and her sharp eyes glinted like wet stone.

And then the eagle was gone again. Eliza chuckled, bending to retrieve the prey which had been delivered: a fat ground squirrel. She turned the body over in her dainty hands, scanning the pelt for imperfections. It was in decent enough condition save for a few missing tufts of fur.

Nut-brown eyes turned to the lone wolf.

“Fancy some company?”

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Krokar
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Don't Stop Me Now

POSTED: Mon Jun 04, 2018 9:43 pm

The strange canine creature spoke in a somewhat foreign tongue. Maybe that is why it looked so strange, it obviously wasn't from around here. However, at the same instant, she had that thought another followed behind. Maybe it was she who spoke with a funny accent and not the other. Could it be that she was the foreigner? Now is not the time for such introspective questions, she told herself.

She watched the body language of the amiable stranger. It seemed all was well and there was no need for such heightened alarm. As she continued to watch and listen it became clear that the large shadow she had seen earlier was, in fact, a large bird and not some figment of her overactive imagination. A part of her was relieved to find that such a creature existed outside the realms of her mind. The explosive power of the bird's mighty wings and sudden appearance caused a slight jump of surprise from the wolf. Not that she was scared, just hadn't expected such an event.

It was clear that communication would be far easier if she shifted into her Optime form. Slowly the fur around her neck and down the line of her spine began to lengthen. Slowly her forelegs began to lengthen and paws expanded. Once perpetually bent haunches grew and formed thighs and her body doubled in size. She kept her eyes closed and her head bent while long tendrils of hair grew and fell down along the sides of her face and now formed shoulders. She had been born with the ability to shift and thus it was as natural to her as breathing. She took a deep breath in once the shift was complete and opened her eyes. Before standing she reached to the ground where Indra's necklace lay. Gently she lifted the treasure off the ground and placed it over her head and around her neck.

More confident in the stranger's kindness she walked forward to greet her. "Greetings Friend of Eagle. I am Atarah of the High Mountains. Forgive my silence. Many moons I have seen, yet your kind is strange to me."

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POSTED: Fri Jun 15, 2018 10:54 am

Eliza wondered, as the stranger shifted, when the last time she’d sported four paws rather than arms and legs had been. The dog had the ability to shift – that much went without saying given that she was currently in her two-legged form – but she rarely made use of her Lupus form and spent even less time in her halfling form. Eliza was firmly established in her pack and home, however; she had little need to travel long distances where endurance and agility might be required.

“Been travellin’?” she inquired with a broad grin, doing her best to distinguish the words from each other. The temptation for Liz was always to blurt and blabber but she did her best (with strangers, at least) to hold back from letting her tongue run wild.

The lone wolf moved to pick something up. Eliza couldn’t tell what until it was thanks to the late hour and a cloud passing over the moon. Her grin stretched even wider as the other female came to greet her.

She spoke in a manner Eliza wasn’t used to; the words were easy to comprehend, yet something about the order in which they emerged made the dog’s lips twitch appreciatively.

“Friend of Eagle,” she repeated. “I’ll take that, yeah!” Her muzzle dipped; politeness cost nothing and after her somewhat abrupt appearance – along with Sidonia’s sudden descent from the velvety black sky – Liz wanted to ensure she wasn’t seen as a threat.

“Atarah – nice name, that. Mine’s Eliza of – er – Krokar.” It was odd to Liz to state her name and pack in such a way – but not unpleasant. "Reckon I like Friend of Eagle though!"

“My kind?” the dog queried. A groove appeared between her brows as she contemplated what that could mean. Eliza saw herself as a Navigator, a Mother and a Cormier – but Atarah would have no knowledge of any of those things.

“Wait, y’mean dogs – my species?” Her eyes widened for a second before she let out a chuckle. “Well, now, take a good look, ‘cause I’m a fantastic example!” Her chest puffed out and she twirled beneath the moonlight, tail wagging.

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Krokar
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Don't Stop Me Now

POSTED: Sun Jun 17, 2018 5:58 pm

OOC: In case you read this and it isn't clear/weird I am trying to show Atarah's awkward social skills and insufficient knowledge of personal boundaries. Here is a clip from my beloved Tarzan movie that is an example.. --> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Wlx3cVd7dU

IC:

Atarah approached her closer and eyed her up and down. Slow steps circled the semi-stranger as eyes explored her body. She crouched low at times and looked at her from strange angles, even tilting her head to get different viewpoints. 'Hmm...this dog...' She committed the vision before her to memory. While they looked similar and had some of the same distinctive qualities, they were very different in size and in nature. Her hair was also strange. It hung not as her own but as if held in place by another though there was no hand to hold it up with. She wondered if maybe her hair grew that way, or if maybe it was not the same hair that adorned her own hair. She reached out to touch the strange phenomenon. At the slight touch of her finger, the ponytail moved slightly. Her hand recoiled promptly along with the rest of her. She knew what she needed. She stepped back and plopped to the ground, sitting in a cross-legged position. This stranger was no threat and sitting was far more comfortable. She looked to the ground and nodded her head inviting Eliza to sit with her.

The dog's dialect was strange to Atarah's ears. It took great a great deal of thought to process what she spoke into intelligible phrases. It did not help that she used words Atarah had never heard before. What was a species? Did she have a species? Too many questions, she would keep them in mind and ask later if the opportunity presented itself.

Atarah gestured to the high mountain above the valley, "I travel great lands below the high mountain." The mountain seemed to be an eternity from their current place in the valley. Visions of Indra danced in her mind. The side of her mouth curved slightly upwards in a tiny smile. It comforted her to know that Indra was still with her. Memories did not sadden the wolf but lifted her heart instead.

Upon hearing the formal introduction of her new acquaintance, her eyes narrowed in thought. "Eleza.." she attempted to state the other's name through the word formed strange in her mouth. She could detect the difference and attempted again, "Elee-i-za...Eliza of the Cro..KroKer.." it still did not sound the same. She gave a frustrated blow of air through her nose and forgo the strange words. "Friend of Eagle, what means this Kroker?" Her hands clasped over her folded knees. Though Eliza would not have known, this was the position she always sat in when under instruction from Indra. It helped her focus and kept her hands from distraction.


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Gizmo
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POSTED: Mon Jun 25, 2018 9:02 am

OOC: Ooohh :D That did come across in your writing but I won't turn down a bit of Tarzan lol. Atarah's super interesting!

IC:
The loner circled Eliza but something about the manner in which she padded around her marked the act as non-threatening. Eliza had met all manner of Luperci since settling in Krokar but never had she been looked at like this. She felt as if she was being studied like some sort of exotic exhibit. The dog stiffened a little when the wolf reached out to touch her hair, her hand recoiling swiftly when Liz’s ponytail shifted slightly.

“Yer – er – yer gettin’ a good look, there,” she managed to say, unsure of what else she could say in this bizarre situation. It wasn’t often that the Cormier woman was lost for words or actions but this interaction had her utterly stumped. Still, the sense that Atarah meant no harm in her investigation overrode any urge Liz might’ve had to object.

The lone wolf gestured for her to sit and Eliza folded her legs beneath her torso, wrapping her tail around one calf.

Where they seemed to lack a common language – or at least a common fluidity in that language – Eliza was reminded of her mute adoptive brother. Eliza had picked up Storm’s gestures and body language early on. It was one of the things which had bonded them – and she thought she could apply that learning to her current interaction with Atarah.

The dog nodded encouragement at the loner’s attempts to sound out her name and pack, gesturing toward herself. “Liz, if that’s easier for ya.”

At the next question Eliza beamed. She would relish any opportunity to alert others to Krokar’s existence.

“Krokar? That’s me pack. Er – my home.” Her head turned to the distant peak. “Guessin’ the high mountain is yours?” Liz formed a peak with her hands and then made a scooping motion. “What brings ya down to the valley?”

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Krokar
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Don't Stop Me Now

POSTED: Tue Jun 26, 2018 11:17 pm

OOC: Thanks! ^_^
IC:

With her curiosity satisfied, she rested confidently in her initial thought that this dog named Liz would not hurt her. There was no need to be on guard. The earth was firm and warm beneath her. Memories flooded her mind just as the river flowed beside them. Memories of seemingly endless lectures that, over time, became cherished lessons. At the end of her life, Indra had been the one to wish the lessons would end as her inquisitive pupil never seemed to run out of questions.

As she thought on these memories, her chin lifted to gaze at the high hanging moon. The mention of home sparked images of the mountain cave they had resided in, the same cave Indra died in. A slight nod indicated she was right to assume she was from the mountains above.

Her hand reached from her knee to the bony necklace looped around her head. Some of the long thin bones and teeth tangled a bit in her hair, but her fingers found them anyway. Indra was still here, she could feel her. The touch to her necklace was brief and to some might have gone unnoticed as something emotionally significant and could have been mistaken for a slight readjustment due to discomfort. A deep breath moved her shoulders as her words came. They were few and slow but they came none the less.

New Journey. Old, gone...New, here. Such few words held a lot of meaning. An entire lifetime of memories and experiences summed up in six small words. This stranger, should she prove to be a continued companion, might learn of such memories in the time to come. But for now, she thought this was a reasonable explanation.

She lowered her head and once again looked at Liz. Maybe this home Liz spoke of was close to this place. Tell me, Friend of Eagle, you live far? Though Liz had said her name several times, it seemed Atarah would call her 'Friend of Eagle' unless told otherwise. Friend of Eagle made more sense to the native lone wolf.

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