03-24-2009, 05:14 PM
ooc: Sorry if this post seems like a scatterbrained attempt to start a thread, in truth it is, but I tried to make it at least semi presentable ^_^
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bic:The tall, ruddy hued male's white tufted ears flicked forward at the sound of a wintering cardinal whistling away in the tree he had just walked past. He smiled when his gooseberry green gaze actually spotted the brilliant red avian come flying over his head to a tree a few feet in front of him. The creature watched him warily with its small black eyes, as if waiting for him to climb the tree and come after it. Rath assumed that the bird probably was building its nest nearby and his presence had disturbed the small creature. A smile crawled across his features in amusement and perhaps even admiration for the small birds tenacious desire to protect its home. He would not bother it anymore. Turning down a pathway leading between two of the houses bordering the northern edge of Berwick, the wolf began set his direction towards Wolfville. He had debated travelling to the larger, human town on such a cloudy day, especially since his instincts told him that nature was about to unleash a few showers upon the landscape. However, he was anxious to both meet some more of his fellow pack members as well as to find some useful tools so that he could once again pursue his beloved woodworking trade.
Simple exploration, while he did often enjoy it, was not on his agenda today. He felt rather useless without anything to do, when he had so many items he wished to build, both for practice and for the simple enjoyment of doing so. As he strode across the chilled landscape which separated Berwick from Wolfville, he couldn't help but stop and occasionally survey a fallen tree which he might be able to salvage useable wood from. As a general rule, he hated to fell perfectly healthy trees for raw materials to build with, so whenever he found a freshly, or recently fallen tree, he would make note of it so that he could return and inspect it further. However, even as resolute as he was in searching for his much desired tools, Rath couldn't help but stop and inspect a freshly fallen conifer that caught his eye. It was not very tall, perhaps only twelve feet in height, but it's trunk was surprisingly thick and free of any externally observable imperfections. Pausing in his inspection, Rath folded his muscular arms to ponder his next course of action. "It would be a pity to leave such a fine specimen to rot in the melting snow," he whispered to himself, the ponytail which his hair was tied into whipping in the chilled wind. He was fortunate that the wooden strip that Cwmfen had given to him had held up so long. His kinky, unruly hair, had been held at bay by such a simply device, which had given him more time to pursue what he considered more important aspects of life, rather than how he was going to cut and groom his hair.
As he stood there and debated whether to turn back and drag this tree back to his house or to continue in his search for his tools, Rath neglected to notice that he had reached Wolfville. The tops of the buildings that bordered the human town were visible from where he stood, but he had been so distracted that he had yet to take notice.
560 words
bic:The tall, ruddy hued male's white tufted ears flicked forward at the sound of a wintering cardinal whistling away in the tree he had just walked past. He smiled when his gooseberry green gaze actually spotted the brilliant red avian come flying over his head to a tree a few feet in front of him. The creature watched him warily with its small black eyes, as if waiting for him to climb the tree and come after it. Rath assumed that the bird probably was building its nest nearby and his presence had disturbed the small creature. A smile crawled across his features in amusement and perhaps even admiration for the small birds tenacious desire to protect its home. He would not bother it anymore. Turning down a pathway leading between two of the houses bordering the northern edge of Berwick, the wolf began set his direction towards Wolfville. He had debated travelling to the larger, human town on such a cloudy day, especially since his instincts told him that nature was about to unleash a few showers upon the landscape. However, he was anxious to both meet some more of his fellow pack members as well as to find some useful tools so that he could once again pursue his beloved woodworking trade.
Simple exploration, while he did often enjoy it, was not on his agenda today. He felt rather useless without anything to do, when he had so many items he wished to build, both for practice and for the simple enjoyment of doing so. As he strode across the chilled landscape which separated Berwick from Wolfville, he couldn't help but stop and occasionally survey a fallen tree which he might be able to salvage useable wood from. As a general rule, he hated to fell perfectly healthy trees for raw materials to build with, so whenever he found a freshly, or recently fallen tree, he would make note of it so that he could return and inspect it further. However, even as resolute as he was in searching for his much desired tools, Rath couldn't help but stop and inspect a freshly fallen conifer that caught his eye. It was not very tall, perhaps only twelve feet in height, but it's trunk was surprisingly thick and free of any externally observable imperfections. Pausing in his inspection, Rath folded his muscular arms to ponder his next course of action. "It would be a pity to leave such a fine specimen to rot in the melting snow," he whispered to himself, the ponytail which his hair was tied into whipping in the chilled wind. He was fortunate that the wooden strip that Cwmfen had given to him had held up so long. His kinky, unruly hair, had been held at bay by such a simply device, which had given him more time to pursue what he considered more important aspects of life, rather than how he was going to cut and groom his hair.
As he stood there and debated whether to turn back and drag this tree back to his house or to continue in his search for his tools, Rath neglected to notice that he had reached Wolfville. The tops of the buildings that bordered the human town were visible from where he stood, but he had been so distracted that he had yet to take notice.