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- Kansas Sadira - 03-28-2009 [doHtml]
- Moose the Wild - 03-29-2009 ooc: +400 Rain had been cascading all night down the small crevaces from the surface leading into his den, both soothing and bothering Moose. No sooner would the rain lull him to sleep than he would feel the moisture pooling around his body. The small flood had eventually caused him to seek his respite on a high ledge in the small cave-like place the wolf refered to as home. Life with the Luperci was confusing. Once he had officially accepted that the legends from his puppyhood were real and that not only were they tangible, he was living among them, he had been having difficulty adjusting to the life. Not that he regreted joining Crimson Dreams for even a moment. He found these unique wolves to be highly intelligent and rather creative as well, but he was finding he felt as though he was left out or falling behind. Moose had always been large and strong by wolf standards, even in his slightly older years when there were many youngsters willing to challenge him, but now he was only large when the others were in their wolf stages. One transformation and he was like a runt in the pack. Not only that, but these changes left the others much stronger than he was. As for creativity, they again had him bested; with their opposable thumbs, they were able to grasp objects and manipulate them not only better than he, but without him in most cases. Several of them were even learned enough to be able to read, write, and speak other languages. The once-alpha sighed and rose from his ledge. Leaping easily to lower ledges and eventually the ground, he exited his home. Moose shook the dirt from his fur and stood blinking momentarily in the bright sunshine of the beautiful day that had followed the dreary night. A quick stretch of his body and the now Sergeant was on his way towards the house. Even with his moments of feeling out of the loop, he truly felt at home with the pack. It was while he was on the trail to the mansion a scent caught his attention. It was Kansas, a male he had met before, and one who was expecting puppies. Just the thought of puppies made the grey male grin; he loved youngsters and could be quite the nursemaid and playmate to them. Oh, had he and Sirce had puppies.... Shaking the thoughts of the past from his mind (not that he didn't enjoy thinking of Sirce, he just didn't want to brood on such a sad affair as their miscarriage for now), he trotted easily down the path to where the male was seated. Gud morn ta ye, Kan'as. Whit d'ye 'ave thur? He questioned, referring to the book. He had seen them on one of the few visits to the house, but wasn't quite sure of their purpose in the lives of his packmates. - Kansas Sadira - 04-17-2009 [doHtml]
- Moose the Wild - 04-18-2009 Book? Read? Again, Moose found himself feeling very naive and lost. Nay... Ah dinnae knaow whit yeh mean bah read... sa Ah dinnae thin' Ah kin d'et. Boot, Ah'm a fs' lerner....jist try meh. There was no way something as simple as a four letter word (had he known what that meant) would defeat him. Just a few more steps placed the male at Kansas's side. He took a seat there, and looking over his shoulder stared at the object which he now knew to be a book. Before him was what looked like thin, flattened bark, covered in strange markings, as if tiny birds had dipped their feet in mud and walked on it. The male cocked his head to the side in confusion. Not only could he not make heads nor tails of the object in front of him, he still couldn't get his head around the purpose. ooc: short... sorry - Kansas Sadira - 04-19-2009 [doHtml]
- Moose the Wild - 04-20-2009 Kansas was going to teach Moose to read. Now if only Moose could grasp why someone would want or need to do so. However, he was going to give it a try before he asked any questions. So far, so good. Moose understood exactly what spaces were... they were gaps. One thing down. As his teacher informed him the marks were called letters, he stored that information away in his mind as well. Looking closer, he noticed a slight pattern and repetition to the squiggles on the cover. They seemed to follow some sort of logical order, just from their shapes. Again, so far so good... however, when Kansas told him what the letters spelled out, he again cocked his head, this time in confusion and amusement. "Ta Keel a Mahkin'bir'? Tharrs na' mooch ta et... und na mooch meat upon tha bonny birdie once yeh git et. Tis sooch a simple thin' Kansas, why would yeh need ta knaow tha? Ah kin teach ye if'n tis birdies yeh beh wan'in' ta et." Surely Kansas could catch a bird. There was much more than patience to it. He knew the male was capable, but yet, here he was, reading what, to Moose, amounted to no more than an instruction manual. - Kansas Sadira - 05-02-2009 [doHtml]
- Moose the Wild - 05-05-2009 Books teach things. Okay, easy enough concept to grasp. However, Moose still found experience, practice, and a real live instructor better, but he supposed that if these were not available, a book would suffice. Teaching tools. Nice. One question down. Kansas's response to the instruction manual was a little harder to grasp. The book in his hands was not telling how to kill a mockingbird, but was apparently something much deeper and more important. Perhaps they should have named the book more accordingly. To the best of his knowledge, things were generally named with some form of rhyme or reason. Hickory trees had hickory nuts; Moose was large and his first kill was a moose... simple enough. Perhaps the reading part would be the easy part and the understanding and comprehension a little tougher to grasp. Och. Ah see whit ye mean... Ah thin'. He smiled confidently at Kansas. The male was a good teacher, and Moose was eager to learn. Amber eyes scanned the horizon quickly and saw how beautiful the day was. There are hundreds of sunny days here, but today is the one chance I've been given so far to learn something a unique as reading. Might as well take it. Tell meh mo' Kansas... explain these le'ers ta meh. - Kansas Sadira - 05-08-2009 [doHtml]
- Moose the Wild - 05-08-2009 ooc: It's fine with me. We can fade after this post. I'll close it out. Kansas continued his explaination, sounding out each of the various letters along the title. Softly, as much to himself as aloud, Moose voiced the letters echoing his teacher. The thick brogue of the mottled grey male marred his letters, frustrating him. Aye, ehh, ai, oh, yew... As near and dear as the accent was, it became rather annoying at times like this. Well, these times and the times where no one has a clue what he is saying. His brow creased in concentration and his tail wagging at learning, Moose cut quite the odd figure. Eventually he would get the hang of this reading thing. He understood that practice makes perfect and it takes time to learn the subtlties of a skill. But why was he, again, so far behind his packmates? Day by day he found himself lagging, and working harder to compensate, bothered by the fact they seemed to be able to give so much more than he could even think about to his new found family. Pushing the thoughts away, he focused on his enunciation of the letters Kansas presented him with. "Ta-oh Ke-ai-el-el Ah...." {END OF THREAD} |