It's Adventure Time!

Delwyn Zazkex · 04-14-2010, 02:49 PM

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Exploration! His parents liked to call it "wandering off", but to Delwyn the thrill of being outside, on the move and unsupervised surpassed all others. At least today he had had the good sense to tell his mother, Xeris, that he was going to out to play: an improvement over the past. A yearning for the thrill of new experiences burned inside him like a white-hot coal in his soul, and every new sight brought with it new understanding or awe.

Barely moments after leaving his cabin, he stumbled upon the very first flower-in-bloom in he'd ever seen. Scarcely more than a weed, the tiny purple petals on the fragile flower would seem pathetic to a more experienced wolf, but to Delwyn it was a literal mental barrage of new textures, smells, shapes and tastes as he studied, sniffed and eventually ate it (respectively). It smelled lovely!

He didn't care for the taste.

Never able to keep still for more than a few moments, and with the flower gone and being digested, Delwyn took off at a sprint into the woods. And so it happened that the precocious youngster came upon an entire bed of the tiny flowers, growing fervently through some soft moss, next to a bubbling brook. April beetles were buzzing though the air, in the trees above a pair of cardinals were competing for territory through song and Delwyn stopped to play. He laughed cheerfully as he snapped at bugs, rolled on flowers, and otherwise acted adorable, as puppies oft do, and the day was yet young.

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Harlowe D'Angelo · 04-14-2010, 05:04 PM

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This was Harlowe's first spring. He had been born in the chill of autumn, and the first things he could remember were the long cold stretches through winter, and the snow! The snow had fascinated him at first, and he had spent many chilly hours romping through it. He was lucky he had such a good mother—before he could play too much or freeze his poor little toes, Naniko was always careful to call him in, and young Harlowe had all of his wriggling digits still intact. Now, though, the springtime was coming, and the explosion of greenery around Harlowe had made him curious. This was an utterly new world to explore—vastly different from the cold expanses of snow he had grown so used to over the winter.

The creamy-furred child padded forward, heading toward the forested areas of Phoenix Valley. For once in his life he didn't have a book attached to his face, but he was rather glad to be out and exploring again. He supposed his siblings weren't so bad after all—they were D'Angelos, too, and the way Larkspur had spoken of family... well, Harlowe couldn't help but show them a little respect. Even so, the young man could not help but feel like he needed a little time to himself, and so he had bid them all a quick good-bye in the morning, slipping out and into the wide open world. He hurried away at first, breaking out into a fast trot. He loved his mother and he had to love his siblings, but he was growing itchy and constrained living in the same space with them constantly.

As he entered the forest, he detected an unfamiliar scent—there was something almost puppyish about it, but it was not one of his siblings. Naniko had told him there were more puppies in the Valley pack, born just a few months after Harlowe and his siblings. The creamy-furred youth hesitated a moment, wondering if he should pursue the strange boy or continue on his lonely way. He remembered talking to Cerridwyn and Larkspur—it had been easy with the latter of the pair, but that had made sense after leaning about their vague relationship. He had to work with talking with Cerridwyn—but maybe it'd be easier with a puppy? This thought struck him, and he turned where he was, trotting quickly after the other wolf's scent.

The problem was, Harlowe wasn't very good at tracking yet, and he kept losing the scent. There were so many interesting ones, and he wandered here and there, sniffing at the flowers and the trees and the ground. Animals had passed over this area days before and hours before, but he couldn't smell anyone around but the other puppy. Before long he came about a meadow, and he paused at the edge, peering around. A blur of movement caught his eye, and he saw the unknown male puppy, flitting about and trotting through the clearing. Harlowe waited, his tail wavering in anticipation. He hadn't ever met any other puppies but his siblings and his cousins, and there were so many of them it was kind of intimidating. Maybe this would be different!

Delwyn Zazkex · 04-14-2010, 07:12 PM

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Delwyn looked out of place rolling in a patch of flowers: his arctic white fur wasn't seasonal. He was a white puff ball sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the purples and greens of spring. He had no fear of danger: his elders, related to him or not, had tried time and time again to make him understand the dangers of going off alone, of predators, and potentially even other wolves. What started as naivety was slowly evolving into a kind of reckless courage as the pup started to grow larger. So when he smelled a stranger approaching him, there was no caution in him, just a good natured, if somewhat naive, smile and warm, inviting eyes.

Delwyn had met several new wolves during his formative months: Cerridwyn, who had taught him of spirituality, Domonick, a stranger being welcomed into the pack, and Ty, the first warrior Delwyn met besides his father. Delwyn also had siblings, so he never lacked for company among his peers. However meeting another youngster was a new experience, and Delwyn loved new experiences! "Hello there!" he said with a grin, "I'm Delwyn! What's your name?"

Harlowe was significantly older than Delwyn, but Delwyn was nothing if not outgoing, and he didn't display any signs of submission towards the adolescent before him. The most important thing Delwyn had learned about friendship was that it was a reciprocation of mutual respect; he would never be the sort to unquestionably submit to others. Instead, he stood before the larger male with a broad grin and a wagging tail, waiting to hear a response.

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Harlowe D'Angelo · 04-15-2010, 04:03 AM

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The creamy-furred male was a little bit of a creeper, sitting there just watching the other kid play—a normal child would have wandered right up and introduced himself, but not Harlowe. There was something wrong with this boy, but of course Harlowe was not aware of this himself; it would have taken an outsider, a perceptive adult, to discern that about him just yet. The olive-eyed male was patient enough, entertained in watching the young man roll about on the grass. He sometimes liked to frolick and play like that; after all, he was still a puppy—but lately, his interests were swerving much closer to books and words and language rather than puppyish play. Maybe he was growing up, but he was still a puppy, and he still enjoyed occasional play, of course. It was just that he was less given to indulge the urges to romp around anymore.

Today was a really nice day, though, and Harlowe was in unusually high spirits. As the other pup bounded over, Harlowe looked over him approvingly; he was a very pale color, quite similar to Naniko. Harlowe was a little nervous, of course—what if he couldn't talk? Then he'd look like a fool, standing here grinning like a slack-jawed idiot. The creamy-furred male took a breath, and miraculously, the words began to well up from somewhere in him. Maybe it was getting easier to talk. “I'm Harlowe D'Angelo,” he said, tacking the surname on with a fair amount of pride. He could at least talk a little bit about what that meant now. “How are you?” he asked, enjoying the new power of speech. Up until the meeting with Cerridwyn, it had completely eluded him, and now he was interested in what others had to say. Maybe he could learn things from them, just like books!

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