10-28-2007, 01:51 AM
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Kieran:
For Legacy!
It was a rather calm and quiet morning, the horizon tinted with pink as the sun touched the sky behind Ashen Mountain. Beyond the gold and pink fingers of the sunrise, a few puffy gray clouds floated lazily on a small breeze, signaling the possibility of a quaint shower later in the day. The weather had begun to get cooler with the oncoming autumn season, but there were still signs of the faded summer to be found in a warm afternoon. Kieran wasn’t really all that much of a morning person, but he had to admit, it was rather nice this morning. He had decided to coax himself out of sleep early today to take a gander at the territory at dawn and perhaps do a little exploring.
After a few mindless moments spent gawking at the sunrise he hadn’t been awake to see in months, the werewolf shook himself out of his stupor and made his way up part of the mountain slope. C’mon, he told himself. This was supposed to be a morning adventure, filled with energy and enthusiasm! He traversed a rather easy to follow path, and before long he had wound up at the lower part of a small mountain stream. From what he could gather, the stream had flowed from a good distance up the mountain. The dark wolf stopped at the edge of stream, kneeling beside it. His golden gazed glanced at his reflection and he busied himself with adjusting his shorter-cut mane. Another reflection upon the water’s surface caught his attention, and the next moment he found himself gazing at a rather large tree just behind him. Then, an idea struck him.
He approached the tree, examining it carefully. Maybe he could climb it, get an interesting view of the territory. Or maybe he just needed something interesting to do at the moment. Either way, whatever possessed him to climb the tree, he was sure he would end up regretting it, considering that climbing trees was not something he generally did. He reached up and grabbed a low, thick branch and hoisted himself up to it. He sat there on the branch, glancing around for a moment before deciding that he should go higher. He slowly stood, grabbing the base of tree to balance himself as he searched a moment for a steady, higher branch. There was one, just above his head and to the right the dark-furred male thought was suitable, and he went to work grabbing the branch and pulling himself up, pushing his feet against the tree trunk to give himself some leverage.
Soon he was standing on the higher branch, looking around at the territory from his elevated position. It was a rather interesting sight, he had to admit. Keen on seeing past another branch that was just in his way, he shifted his footing slightly. But the branch was just a tad thinner than he had thought and his foot slipped, bringing the rest of him with it. His reflexes allowed him to scramble his arms up just in time to grab the branch. He let out a sigh of relief. Kieran glanced up at the drooping branch, knowing that it wouldn’t hold his weight like this for long. He’d have to get back down to the branch he’d originally stood on. At least he wasn’t that high off the ground. He stared at the lower branch for a moment, and then released his grip on the tree. Misjudging the distance he instead found himself falling past it and into the stream below with an audible “Ooof!” Regret it he did.
This was why Kieran wasn’t a morning person.
Legacy:
Legacy loved mornings, and today she was sauntering through a particularly nice one. She wasn't at first planning to go very far but young legs moved quickly and carried her over ground that was beginning to be familiar. It was one of those days when she found herself wanting a change of scenery - but not too much. Having been born and swiftly growing up here, she felt close to the territory, and utterly safe in it. This and youthful recklessness added a spring to the pup's step as she trotted lightly through leafy clearings, at a slight angle to the downhill slopes. Soon leaves would be lying thicker on the ground than they did on the branches, a sight Legacy had yet to see. Not far ahead now came the faint gurgle of water. The pup lifted her head alertly, then checked back over one shoulder. Nobody was following her, not yet at least. Her siblings must be busy elsewhere. Well, she would carry on on her own, then. Darting forwards, she emerged through trees onto the banks of a small fast-flowing stream. Green eyes roundened as she watched the vigorously rushing and racing water. Where did it go? Curious, she continued moving - this time following the brook, her paws leaving perfect imprints in the soft bank.
The slope of the land was evening out slightly and the stream had become wider and calmer when she heard an odd sound from above, like a grunt - then a little way in front of her something came hurtling out of the canopy and hit the water with a ponderous splash that partly splattered Legacy's fur. Startled she reflexively retreated at speed, ending up almost falling back onto her tail. Gathering her senses, she realised it was a person that had fallen. Embarrassed, she sat down as if that's what she'd meant to do. Or should she make herself scarce? She supposed she should be wary of this wolf. It was a stranger, after all, though they looked in no position to be dangerous, after tumbling right down like that. She wanted to make sure they were okay, anyway. "Uh... hi!" she called. How funny this all was.
Kieran:
How did I manage that stunt? Kieran thought once he had regained his senses. He remained in the water for a moment, his fur soaking as he thought about his stupidity. His focus soon shifted to pain, though, and thinking it would be wise to assess the damage, he crawled over to the bank of the small stream. He had a few bumps and bruises and his ankle was rather sore, perhaps from landing on it awkwardly, but he was otherwise fine. Had he not grabbed that branch in time, he was sure to be in much worse of a condition. He was about to curse his foolishness once more when he noticed that he wasn't alone.
His gaze shifted toward the pup who seemed to have the whole of her attention focused on him. As she uttered a quick greeting to him, he looked back to the brook he had just emerged from. This was just great. Here he was, wet and agitated after falling out of a tree, of all things, and someone had witnessed the whole charade. And it was a pup, of all people. She'd probably go run off soon, telling everyone of his foolishness. So much for first impressions. With a slight sigh, he faced the youth again. "Um... hello there."
He shifted to a more comfortable sitting position, careful to be gentle with his still rather sore ankle. Silently, he examined the small she-wolf. She still seemed rather young, maybe three months or so. The little one appeared quite adventurous as well, considering that Kieran had not spotted any dens nearby. He wondered for a moment who's child this was. The dark wolf couldn't recall meeting anyone, or hearing of anyone for that matter, who recently had a litter. Well, whoever the parents were, he was sure they wouldn't appreciate random strangers falling out of trees and almost landing on their daughter. He eyed the pup for a moment. "What are you doing up so early?" he asked. Maybe he could distract her from his little acrobatic stunt and they could pretend this whole thing never happened.
It didn't seem likely.
Legacy:
Now he was out of the water, Legacy realised there was something familiar about him. She didn't think she'd met him, as such, perhaps seen him around... and he had that smell of a local, like he lived in the tunnels or had at least been there. Considering they were inside the borders here, he must be part of her pack. And pack-wolves were trustworthy, weren't they? They all looked out for pups like herself, or so she'd been taught. It was only very recently, after going out with her family several times, that she'd been able to explore properly. Likely this kind of encounter would happen more and more often. She looked back over at the soggy male. Perhaps not. It was funny, a grown-up getting into such a misadventure. Weren't they supposed to be infallible?
"Just walkin'," she answered indifferently. "You live here, doncha?" He seemed uncomfortable, and it occurred to her that he might be properly hurt. Perhaps he couldn't stand up. "Do you want me to go find help?"
Kieran:
Ah, so it seemed she was just out for a little stroll, just as Kieran had been before he decided to venture up the tree. He watched the pup carefully, still a little bothered about being seen plummeting from the canopy. “Yer parents know yer out and about now?” He had been a puppy once, and knew how exciting it was to sneak about unnoticed. Now, though, he was more responsible. Yet even if she was running about without permission, there wasn’t much Kieran could do about it anyway. He nodded at her first question, simply replying, “Yep. This is my home.” But her next question caught him off guard. “Ah, no, no. I’m fine, really. No help needed.” He lifted himself up as if to display just how fine he was, though he put no pressure on his left leg to keep from agitating it. If he was careful with it, all would be well in a day or two.
He caught her gaze and tried his best to put on a reassuring smile. Yet, the more he stood there in the presence of the pup, the more he realized what a horrible example he must be setting. The dark wolf knew that young ones were rather impressionable, and he didn’t want to be responsible for anyone someday repeating a stunt like that. Granted, others were probably less clumsy than him, but you could never be too careful. He took a quick glance at the tree he had just fallen out of. “Well, I definitely don’t suggest tree climbing as a fun activity.” He laughed softly, mostly out of embarrassment.
Legacy:
Legacy wondered if she would get in trouble for being out so far on her own, and she hadn't told anyone where she was going. Though she couldn't explain the feeling to herself in so many words she knew she had responsibilities to her family, but sometimes the spirited spark in her personality just overruled all that somehow. Curiosity, too! There was lots to learn about being alive, she could tell. She wanted to be wise, like her mother, and this generally translated into a stream of questions. The small girl tried to be good and well-behaved, but there was that irrepressible spontaneity that sometimes overruled good intentions. She regarded the other, not sure that he wasn't pretending, but accepting his reply. "I can' climb so good. Leg'cy don' got hands like you," she remarked wistfully. "What didju climb it for anyway?"[/html]
Kieran:
For Legacy!
It was a rather calm and quiet morning, the horizon tinted with pink as the sun touched the sky behind Ashen Mountain. Beyond the gold and pink fingers of the sunrise, a few puffy gray clouds floated lazily on a small breeze, signaling the possibility of a quaint shower later in the day. The weather had begun to get cooler with the oncoming autumn season, but there were still signs of the faded summer to be found in a warm afternoon. Kieran wasn’t really all that much of a morning person, but he had to admit, it was rather nice this morning. He had decided to coax himself out of sleep early today to take a gander at the territory at dawn and perhaps do a little exploring.
After a few mindless moments spent gawking at the sunrise he hadn’t been awake to see in months, the werewolf shook himself out of his stupor and made his way up part of the mountain slope. C’mon, he told himself. This was supposed to be a morning adventure, filled with energy and enthusiasm! He traversed a rather easy to follow path, and before long he had wound up at the lower part of a small mountain stream. From what he could gather, the stream had flowed from a good distance up the mountain. The dark wolf stopped at the edge of stream, kneeling beside it. His golden gazed glanced at his reflection and he busied himself with adjusting his shorter-cut mane. Another reflection upon the water’s surface caught his attention, and the next moment he found himself gazing at a rather large tree just behind him. Then, an idea struck him.
He approached the tree, examining it carefully. Maybe he could climb it, get an interesting view of the territory. Or maybe he just needed something interesting to do at the moment. Either way, whatever possessed him to climb the tree, he was sure he would end up regretting it, considering that climbing trees was not something he generally did. He reached up and grabbed a low, thick branch and hoisted himself up to it. He sat there on the branch, glancing around for a moment before deciding that he should go higher. He slowly stood, grabbing the base of tree to balance himself as he searched a moment for a steady, higher branch. There was one, just above his head and to the right the dark-furred male thought was suitable, and he went to work grabbing the branch and pulling himself up, pushing his feet against the tree trunk to give himself some leverage.
Soon he was standing on the higher branch, looking around at the territory from his elevated position. It was a rather interesting sight, he had to admit. Keen on seeing past another branch that was just in his way, he shifted his footing slightly. But the branch was just a tad thinner than he had thought and his foot slipped, bringing the rest of him with it. His reflexes allowed him to scramble his arms up just in time to grab the branch. He let out a sigh of relief. Kieran glanced up at the drooping branch, knowing that it wouldn’t hold his weight like this for long. He’d have to get back down to the branch he’d originally stood on. At least he wasn’t that high off the ground. He stared at the lower branch for a moment, and then released his grip on the tree. Misjudging the distance he instead found himself falling past it and into the stream below with an audible “Ooof!” Regret it he did.
This was why Kieran wasn’t a morning person.
Legacy:
Legacy loved mornings, and today she was sauntering through a particularly nice one. She wasn't at first planning to go very far but young legs moved quickly and carried her over ground that was beginning to be familiar. It was one of those days when she found herself wanting a change of scenery - but not too much. Having been born and swiftly growing up here, she felt close to the territory, and utterly safe in it. This and youthful recklessness added a spring to the pup's step as she trotted lightly through leafy clearings, at a slight angle to the downhill slopes. Soon leaves would be lying thicker on the ground than they did on the branches, a sight Legacy had yet to see. Not far ahead now came the faint gurgle of water. The pup lifted her head alertly, then checked back over one shoulder. Nobody was following her, not yet at least. Her siblings must be busy elsewhere. Well, she would carry on on her own, then. Darting forwards, she emerged through trees onto the banks of a small fast-flowing stream. Green eyes roundened as she watched the vigorously rushing and racing water. Where did it go? Curious, she continued moving - this time following the brook, her paws leaving perfect imprints in the soft bank.
The slope of the land was evening out slightly and the stream had become wider and calmer when she heard an odd sound from above, like a grunt - then a little way in front of her something came hurtling out of the canopy and hit the water with a ponderous splash that partly splattered Legacy's fur. Startled she reflexively retreated at speed, ending up almost falling back onto her tail. Gathering her senses, she realised it was a person that had fallen. Embarrassed, she sat down as if that's what she'd meant to do. Or should she make herself scarce? She supposed she should be wary of this wolf. It was a stranger, after all, though they looked in no position to be dangerous, after tumbling right down like that. She wanted to make sure they were okay, anyway. "Uh... hi!" she called. How funny this all was.
Kieran:
How did I manage that stunt? Kieran thought once he had regained his senses. He remained in the water for a moment, his fur soaking as he thought about his stupidity. His focus soon shifted to pain, though, and thinking it would be wise to assess the damage, he crawled over to the bank of the small stream. He had a few bumps and bruises and his ankle was rather sore, perhaps from landing on it awkwardly, but he was otherwise fine. Had he not grabbed that branch in time, he was sure to be in much worse of a condition. He was about to curse his foolishness once more when he noticed that he wasn't alone.
His gaze shifted toward the pup who seemed to have the whole of her attention focused on him. As she uttered a quick greeting to him, he looked back to the brook he had just emerged from. This was just great. Here he was, wet and agitated after falling out of a tree, of all things, and someone had witnessed the whole charade. And it was a pup, of all people. She'd probably go run off soon, telling everyone of his foolishness. So much for first impressions. With a slight sigh, he faced the youth again. "Um... hello there."
He shifted to a more comfortable sitting position, careful to be gentle with his still rather sore ankle. Silently, he examined the small she-wolf. She still seemed rather young, maybe three months or so. The little one appeared quite adventurous as well, considering that Kieran had not spotted any dens nearby. He wondered for a moment who's child this was. The dark wolf couldn't recall meeting anyone, or hearing of anyone for that matter, who recently had a litter. Well, whoever the parents were, he was sure they wouldn't appreciate random strangers falling out of trees and almost landing on their daughter. He eyed the pup for a moment. "What are you doing up so early?" he asked. Maybe he could distract her from his little acrobatic stunt and they could pretend this whole thing never happened.
It didn't seem likely.
Legacy:
Now he was out of the water, Legacy realised there was something familiar about him. She didn't think she'd met him, as such, perhaps seen him around... and he had that smell of a local, like he lived in the tunnels or had at least been there. Considering they were inside the borders here, he must be part of her pack. And pack-wolves were trustworthy, weren't they? They all looked out for pups like herself, or so she'd been taught. It was only very recently, after going out with her family several times, that she'd been able to explore properly. Likely this kind of encounter would happen more and more often. She looked back over at the soggy male. Perhaps not. It was funny, a grown-up getting into such a misadventure. Weren't they supposed to be infallible?
"Just walkin'," she answered indifferently. "You live here, doncha?" He seemed uncomfortable, and it occurred to her that he might be properly hurt. Perhaps he couldn't stand up. "Do you want me to go find help?"
Kieran:
Ah, so it seemed she was just out for a little stroll, just as Kieran had been before he decided to venture up the tree. He watched the pup carefully, still a little bothered about being seen plummeting from the canopy. “Yer parents know yer out and about now?” He had been a puppy once, and knew how exciting it was to sneak about unnoticed. Now, though, he was more responsible. Yet even if she was running about without permission, there wasn’t much Kieran could do about it anyway. He nodded at her first question, simply replying, “Yep. This is my home.” But her next question caught him off guard. “Ah, no, no. I’m fine, really. No help needed.” He lifted himself up as if to display just how fine he was, though he put no pressure on his left leg to keep from agitating it. If he was careful with it, all would be well in a day or two.
He caught her gaze and tried his best to put on a reassuring smile. Yet, the more he stood there in the presence of the pup, the more he realized what a horrible example he must be setting. The dark wolf knew that young ones were rather impressionable, and he didn’t want to be responsible for anyone someday repeating a stunt like that. Granted, others were probably less clumsy than him, but you could never be too careful. He took a quick glance at the tree he had just fallen out of. “Well, I definitely don’t suggest tree climbing as a fun activity.” He laughed softly, mostly out of embarrassment.
Legacy:
Legacy wondered if she would get in trouble for being out so far on her own, and she hadn't told anyone where she was going. Though she couldn't explain the feeling to herself in so many words she knew she had responsibilities to her family, but sometimes the spirited spark in her personality just overruled all that somehow. Curiosity, too! There was lots to learn about being alive, she could tell. She wanted to be wise, like her mother, and this generally translated into a stream of questions. The small girl tried to be good and well-behaved, but there was that irrepressible spontaneity that sometimes overruled good intentions. She regarded the other, not sure that he wasn't pretending, but accepting his reply. "I can' climb so good. Leg'cy don' got hands like you," she remarked wistfully. "What didju climb it for anyway?"[/html]