07-26-2012, 04:39 PM
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The little black and white fur ball lay perched on a rock. The rock was near the bank of the creek. The creek was maybe all of four, five feet wide at that spot. It was a calm, clear day. The sun shown beautifully and the water sparkled in the light. Minnows and various other fish skittered through the water, their scales glistening as the sunlight caressed them. Alastar watched them intently. They were pretty, she thought, and she wondered if she could catch them. The luck with salmon had frustrated her, and she wasn't going to let herself fail in front of Nanuak and Athena again. But, with her new...handicap, Alastar was afraid that she'd not be able to play around like normal. It made her whimper at the thought and her head lowered again in regret. Though she had managed to escape Amy's capture, Kohaku remained prisoner to the slave owner. Alastar could not convince him to come and stay with her and Mato. Amy would find another pup to 'give' to Kohaku, and more than likely, Tharin wouldn't be there to cause a scene a second time.
The pup's eyes closed. It had only been a day. Her left hind foot still throbbed. It had scabbed over nicely, and there was fur missing, but it was the internal pain that hurt the most. Alastar knew next to nothing about injuries. The most Brogan had ever given her was a simple surface scratch. But, when Kohaku had taken hold of that foot...something in it was damaged, and Alastar didn't know how to fix it. She dipped it in the coolness of the creek and let out a sigh. It felt good, the water; but it couldn't repair her injured pride, or the aching paw. Mato had asked what had happened, the night Alastar came sprinting back on pure fright and adrenaline. The pup lied, telling the bear that she had encountered a fierce, coy raccoon, and they had a spat. Mato had grunted at the comment, and warned Alastar to stay away from coons, that they could hurt the pup because she was so little. But that was all that was said. Alastar had let out a sigh of relief so deep she was sure her lungs expanded for that very sigh. Mato had not asked anything more about it, and had taken the little one out to the creek to educate her on the foliage of the area. Of course, Alastar wasn't too interested, and the random bits of information from the bear floated into one of Alastar's ears and out the other.
Mato was down the stream a bit, butt in the water and paws up a tree. He was mumbling to himself, something about how there wasn't any good berry plants near here, just this soft plant that Alastar recognized as their bedding. 'Scalled 'dock', Mato growled in his deep, throaty voice, Dis plant, what we use fer ta' beds. Dun eat too much. Gives yer a bellyache. Most else 'a what I got fer ta' den is jus' random dead plants', but dock...mm, dock. I likes it. He took a hearty bite of the plant after dipping it in the water to moisten it. Alastar's ears twitched in the direction of his voice but she remained unmoved. The dock plant, Mato called it, was fun to play with. Alastar liked running her teeth down the stalk and making the little leaflets fly away. They made her giggle, and she'd often bark at them and sneeze when they tickled her nose.
An' dis 'called clover, Mato continued. His massive black body had rolled over a few feet away from the water, into a patch of heavy green dotted with a few white blooms. Wish I could gets more of it for ta' den, is soft an' cool when ta' weather's ta' hot. Tastes a'ight, too, but jus' ta' same, too much an' yer stomach'll be achin' ya all the evenin'. Alastar couldn't help the reflexive smile that came at the mention of clover. It tasted good all right, she had tried it already before. It was such fun to roll around in! There was patches of it just outside the den. She and Mato would chase bees and chipmunks out of it, and if the black and white wolf-dog was hot and panting, often times the clover was like a blanket of coolness that she could sink down into and take a quick nap. She loved clover. Mato told her they always had three leaves on them, and that if you found one with four, it meant you had good luck. Alastar huffed. She needed some good luck.
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Alastar
One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams.
OOC Text: Backdated to July 18th
Word Count: 782
The little black and white fur ball lay perched on a rock. The rock was near the bank of the creek. The creek was maybe all of four, five feet wide at that spot. It was a calm, clear day. The sun shown beautifully and the water sparkled in the light. Minnows and various other fish skittered through the water, their scales glistening as the sunlight caressed them. Alastar watched them intently. They were pretty, she thought, and she wondered if she could catch them. The luck with salmon had frustrated her, and she wasn't going to let herself fail in front of Nanuak and Athena again. But, with her new...handicap, Alastar was afraid that she'd not be able to play around like normal. It made her whimper at the thought and her head lowered again in regret. Though she had managed to escape Amy's capture, Kohaku remained prisoner to the slave owner. Alastar could not convince him to come and stay with her and Mato. Amy would find another pup to 'give' to Kohaku, and more than likely, Tharin wouldn't be there to cause a scene a second time.
The pup's eyes closed. It had only been a day. Her left hind foot still throbbed. It had scabbed over nicely, and there was fur missing, but it was the internal pain that hurt the most. Alastar knew next to nothing about injuries. The most Brogan had ever given her was a simple surface scratch. But, when Kohaku had taken hold of that foot...something in it was damaged, and Alastar didn't know how to fix it. She dipped it in the coolness of the creek and let out a sigh. It felt good, the water; but it couldn't repair her injured pride, or the aching paw. Mato had asked what had happened, the night Alastar came sprinting back on pure fright and adrenaline. The pup lied, telling the bear that she had encountered a fierce, coy raccoon, and they had a spat. Mato had grunted at the comment, and warned Alastar to stay away from coons, that they could hurt the pup because she was so little. But that was all that was said. Alastar had let out a sigh of relief so deep she was sure her lungs expanded for that very sigh. Mato had not asked anything more about it, and had taken the little one out to the creek to educate her on the foliage of the area. Of course, Alastar wasn't too interested, and the random bits of information from the bear floated into one of Alastar's ears and out the other.
Mato was down the stream a bit, butt in the water and paws up a tree. He was mumbling to himself, something about how there wasn't any good berry plants near here, just this soft plant that Alastar recognized as their bedding. 'Scalled 'dock', Mato growled in his deep, throaty voice, Dis plant, what we use fer ta' beds. Dun eat too much. Gives yer a bellyache. Most else 'a what I got fer ta' den is jus' random dead plants', but dock...mm, dock. I likes it. He took a hearty bite of the plant after dipping it in the water to moisten it. Alastar's ears twitched in the direction of his voice but she remained unmoved. The dock plant, Mato called it, was fun to play with. Alastar liked running her teeth down the stalk and making the little leaflets fly away. They made her giggle, and she'd often bark at them and sneeze when they tickled her nose.
An' dis 'called clover, Mato continued. His massive black body had rolled over a few feet away from the water, into a patch of heavy green dotted with a few white blooms. Wish I could gets more of it for ta' den, is soft an' cool when ta' weather's ta' hot. Tastes a'ight, too, but jus' ta' same, too much an' yer stomach'll be achin' ya all the evenin'. Alastar couldn't help the reflexive smile that came at the mention of clover. It tasted good all right, she had tried it already before. It was such fun to roll around in! There was patches of it just outside the den. She and Mato would chase bees and chipmunks out of it, and if the black and white wolf-dog was hot and panting, often times the clover was like a blanket of coolness that she could sink down into and take a quick nap. She loved clover. Mato told her they always had three leaves on them, and that if you found one with four, it meant you had good luck. Alastar huffed. She needed some good luck.
I wish I was strong enough to lift not one, but both of us.
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