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- Jesile Mogotsi - 01-08-2008 [html]
- Merit Acidic - 01-08-2008 [html] He was not as adventurous, as he was restless. He could, as long as he had the energy in his little legs, cover great distances - for a puppy, that is - within the span of a day. Why did he such a thing was not because he wanted to necessarily see new things, or meet new wolves, but more because he enjoyed the exercise. As he grew, he found that the more active he was, the less tired he became - his endurance increasing - and muscle slowly building on his scrawny limbs. These things pleased him, for some reason or another. He would love to be able to run around all day, play games, do whatever he wanted, and never be tired. The bay was an interesting place while the sky overhead roared angrily. The water rippled with a vengeance, and he thought it was nice to see, for some odd reason. His mind floated with possibilities of what could happen if one should ever try to stupidly swim in it... Shaking his head as if to clear it of the negative thoughts, the boy looked around. There was little to be heard, with the noise of the water and wind, so his violet optics scanned the bay intently. He smiled when he saw that he was not alone - no, there was another there. He seemed to be trying to get somewhere - intent on getting wherever that was - and the young wolf hoped he didn’t mind some company. The pup carefully approached the other, although obviously not carefully enough, as he tripped over his own legs. The appendages, tangled and momentarily useless, caused him to fall over and roll forward. Landing face first, after rolling several steps, the male looked up at the other wolf. ...Er, hello.Not the best of intros, but it worked. [/html] - Jesile Mogotsi - 01-08-2008 [html]
- Merit Acidic - 01-11-2008 [html] Pessimists, optimists, realists. At his age, he had no idea which he was; a complicated mixture of the three, perhaps. As a common rule, he tried to look on the bright side; it was always hope-lifting to do so. Best to do so, the one that was supposed to make you feel better about your situation. Even when the hope created by the feeling was false, who really cared? It gave a wolf something to strive for, even if they were striving for something that never existed, or what they would never be able to claim as their own. But, although he did try to do this, it was not something that he did well. His mind would be dragged down with the 'if's and 'but's of the circumstances, until the thought, to bare reason for being an optimist, was scraped away. Clawed raw. A realist... was any puppy a realist? The world seemed too big for most of them to understand, even when they were almost an adult, so he dared not think of himself as anything close to someone that looked at things through the eyes of logic and probability alone. But he did try. Yet, he had not expected to fall face-first in front of the complete stranger before him. It just didn't seem likely, which might have meant that he was not paying close enough attention - he had, after all, been quite clumsy as of late, due to his growth. Damn legs, and damn height; they all added up to him looking like a fool. Yes, yes; I'm fine.The male jumped to his feet, being careful that his paws were planted firmly on the ground, before gingerly following the coyote. Sorry 'bout that.He smiled sheepishly. Who're you? [/html] - Jesile Mogotsi - 01-14-2008 I shouldn't be doing this now but I cannot believe I made you wait 4 days D:[html]
- Merit Acidic - 01-23-2008 [html]I'm very sorry for the wait; my internet was down. D: Usually, Merit was not clumsy. Rather, he was quite graceful in comparison to many other pups - but lately, his grace had been failing him. With his limbs growing, his height increasing, he found it difficult to not stumble every once and a while, or to trip. These occurrences, however, were still not overly often; soon, he would certainly be out of the irritating, clumsy stage. And he couldn’t wait. I'm Merit Acidic,he said. Jesile Mogotsi was an interesting name, he found; he liked it. He mentally pinned the name to the male's face, making sure that he wouldn't forget. He knew that it was safer, if not far more polite, to remember the names of those he met. Although meeting wolves was far from a common occurrence with him, he made sure to remember them all. The other boy asked what he wanted to do. Frowning, Merit considered that; he wasn't really sure. I don't know. What do you want to do? [/html] - Jesile Mogotsi - 01-25-2008 [html]
- Merit Acidic - 01-30-2008 [html] The weather, although far from pleasant for most, was not too bad in Merit's mind. This hinted to his future, where he might enjoy things that others found unpleasant; a nasty storm, spiked collars, dark places. Or, maybe he would just enjoy the rain, thunder and lightning, to an unusual extent. Puppies, after all, changed quite quickly, and often. Stages were stages; some lasted, some faded. The boy watched Jesile walk parallel with the shore, momentarily considering trying it - but changing his mind. He was not as graceful as he would be in future months (he had already made that clear), and attempting such a thing could end in disaster. But, then, it might not... Before he considered any more, the other boy must have figured that they should explore, and hinted for Merit to follow him. The wolf did so, obediently, a smile on his ink-spattered maw. [/html] - Jesile Mogotsi - 01-30-2008 [html]
- Merit Acidic - 02-17-2008 [html] Although it took him a moment to figure out just what would be so intriguing about a bag, when he considered the things that could be in it, he supposed that it could be interesting to inspect. Yeah?The boy's indigo eyes stared around in interest, searching for the object in question. He hadn't ever really paid any attention to a bag; it was just a bag, after all. An unmoving object. A bag what never special; but what was in it could be, right? [/html] - Jesile Mogotsi - 02-19-2008 This feels pretty old. You wanna fade it out?[html]
- Merit Acidic - 02-23-2008 [html]Yep. Merit followed Jesile wordlessly, his eyes concentrating on more than just the bag; he took in the feature of the trees. Why he did so, he supposed it was only for future reference; there wasn't much of a chance of him getting lost, at that moment. Not paying attention, the boy had almost missed the other male leaving; he snapped to attention, and waited impatiently. He grinned as the sack was brought out from its hiding place. [/html] |