summer rain on our shoulders

For Mads!

POSTED: Tue Jul 10, 2018 4:41 pm

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I can bite off more and I can chew
We may never know what I can do
Dandelion Damaichu

It was a bad day to be on the Isthmus of Chignecto.

The rain poured down in sheets, soaking Dandelion right down to the skin so that his dark coat hung off of him like an oversize jacket. The air was heavy with a sticky, unpleasant humidity. He had been out since that morning tracking a herd of deer - but when the storm rolled in and ruined the trail he abandoned the hunt, deciding to find an overhanging ledge to tuck himself under until the rain had passed. Dandy huffed quietly to himself as he prowled through the tall grass, winding his way through thick tangles of brambles. Losing the herd when he was so close was frustrating.

He paused on top of a rock, ears perking. What was that?

Maaaaahhhhh! The sound came again in the wake of a crackle of thunder, more insistent, more terrified. Maaaaahhh!

Dandy tracked the sound slowly, pausing when the cries were obscured by the sound of wind and rain. He finally cleared the tangle of trees and was met by a wide stretch of mud, disappearing off into the thin blue line of the ocean. The wolfdog's quarry, however, was much more immediate. A goat. Out here?

She was stuck up to her belly in clinging, stinking mud, and the more she struggled the more she sank, black smeared up her heaving sides.

Dandy straightened and trotted over. The goat struggled and bleated, but she couldn't retreat from his approach. He stopped just short of where the mud began - he could see broken ground where she had hit the mud unexpectedly, and floundered deeper and deeper in her confusion. It was covered with green algea and low scrub, turning the wet ground into a death trap. Dandy sat back on his haunches, watching the goat thrash and thinking hard. Moments before he had considered eating it, because he was hungry and as a loner it was rare to find a meal so easily.

Now that he was up close though? It looked like some of the goats he had helped herd before, not like the shaggy wild things that lived up on the rocky cliffs. He was moved a little by pity - Dandy loved those goats, loved watching over them and keeping them safe - and partly by the realization that if he rescued it there was no reason he couldn't keep it. It might be nice to have some company out here, while he looked for a place to stay. Maybe the goat would like that too? Surely it didn't like being by itself any more than he did.

First matters were first: How did he get it out of the mud without getting stuck himself? Even in full Optime form his arms weren't that long...

Word Count: [469] Form: Lupus Date: 10/07/18 Time: 2:00pm

Table by Kitty. Edits by Nuki.

Last edited by Dandelion Damaichu on Thu Jul 12, 2018 11:15 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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POSTED: Thu Jul 12, 2018 2:58 pm

Word Count → 000 :: *sunglasses emoji*

The goat was thus far more hassle than she was worth. Her constant attempts to disappear somewhere or clamber up on things she ought not to be clambering up on was enough to give the hybrid a heart condition. Usually, he would've been just a little pissed, but considering the torrential rain and slick mud, the Dane was now almost frantic.

Damn. If he couldn't look after an adventurous goat, how was he going to cope with adventurous children?

Soon enough he was on the back of his trusty mount, trotting through the narrow strip of land with ghostly eyes surveying every inch of the horizon. As nimble as he was, the shaggy-coated stallion still had some difficulties staying upright. Mud clung to his fetlocks and threatened to stick him fast to the ground, but solid muscles fought against it and the pair continued moving across the landscape.

Cursing wildly under his breath, he called out for the goat. This was probably a useless effort for he had no idea whether the goat had any understanding of what her name was but at least it felt useful. The rain still clattered down onto the sodden earth, soaking whatever lay unprotected. Mads was, thankfully, largely unaffected by the sour weather. A thick arctic coat kept him more or less warm in most downfalls at this instances was no different.

Mads Ibsen

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POSTED: Fri Jul 13, 2018 11:43 pm

I can bite off more and I can chew
We may never know what I can do
Dandelion Damaichu

In the time that Mads was wandering in the rain, Dandy had been making himself busy. It took a while to figure out a way to save the goat from her watery grave, but eventually Dandy hit upon a solution: between the "shore" and the goat he set out a bunch of young saplings woven roughly together and topped with brush. It wasn't pretty, but it held up even his bulky frame.

It took a little less time to braid together some leather strips into a makeshift rope and wind it around his upper arm. He didn't hear the rider calling over the wind and rain, if he even would have with his intense focus.

He shushed the goat, bracing his hind legs against the platform and doing his best wrap his arms around the struggling goat. But no matter how he tugged, he couldn't get her loose. There was little leverage to be had, and her panicked wiggling did little to help. He sat back and sighed, rubbing a hand over her neck and muttering gentling words under his breath. She rolled her eyes and bleated, a more exhausted sound than when he started. Poor girl. How was he gonna get her out?

Word Count: [204] Form: Optime Date: 10/07/18 Time: 2:00pm

Table by Kitty. Edits by Nuki.

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