A teaching experience

Valinta LeStrange · 11-17-2010, 07:51 PM

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OOC here: Gnee, here's the thread~

Valinta was just wandering around the packlands after she was accepted in; there wasn't much to do besides that yet. She supposed she could dance, but the cold weather left her feeling slightly sluggish for the time being. She'd have to find something to excite her, as always. If she were nervous, or happy.... Anything but bored. It's so boring to be bored...
Valinta muttered to herself as she idly twisted around in her Optime form. Perhaps she could climb a tower or... do something. The cold wasn't the crisp, exciting kind, it was the kind that made you want to sleep, and just snuggle up with something warm, or soemone you loved, and just.... hang out. Of course, Valitna had neither. Unless you counted a bear pelt she'd found as something warm. Not that it'd be appreciated by some, of course. Skye, the co-capitano, was good friends with a bear Creature, Valinta had heard. BUt oh well. She would need to do something to find her dancing muse. She finished that thought, and then wandered into a large clearing, where she thought she saw someone, but she might not've. Shrugging, Valitna decided to lie down. So she did, spread eagled on her back, in the frosty grass, obviously not caring about much right now.

Valinta Speaks

Bangle Guffawri · 12-07-2010, 12:36 AM

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Soooooo sososo sorry this is late ;-; I have quite a few threads, I just noticed this one went without a reply! +3

It was another day to wander. Yes, that was it. Wander. The male coywolf could never stay in one place for so long, he had grown accustomed to moving his feet very often, and as a result his body became restless. Bangle was torn between venturing out of the packlands or staying around them, and the result became him traveling along, in Optime form, along Cercatori's borders.

His throat hummed with a tune, one he had heard from his childhood, with no particular reason as to it suddenly springing forth into the air. Bangle was no singer, that was for sure. He created better art with his hands than with his voice. Speaking of which, as the red and gray male walked along the forest borders of his pack, his fingers curled and uncurled, wanting something, anything, to work with at that very moment. It had been a few days since the traveling craftsman had actually crafted anything, getting settled into his new home. Now, today, he found a reason for his wandering.. Bangle would find nature's little gifts to put together and sell.

"Hum dee doo.." He said out loud to the crisp, cool air of the day. It was sunny, yet partly cloudy, but the sun seemed to be the only source of warmth for the coming season. The coywolf came along a few sets of animal bones just then, as if nature intended for him to find them in his artsy mindset. The male stooped to pick them up, the bangles on his wrists jingling. The animal was a stoat, with head, spine, and some leg bones still clinging with bits of brown fur that were, as nature intended, turning white. The skull itself would make a fine pendant or broach, perhaps a compliment to a fur coat with supple leather on the inside.

As Bangle turned to get up, his bat-like ears twitched at the sounds of movement not far from him. Pocketing the bones that remained of his find, the male peered around a large tree trunk to find a female sprawling on the grass. His face quickly spread into a grin that was known far and wide. "Can't wait t'make snow angels, I see."

Valinta LeStrange · 12-26-2010, 08:05 PM

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OOC here: Nahh, it's okay. I don't mind. EDIT I misspelled 'angel' XD

I do love snow angels...

Valinta sighed dreamily. They are nice. She sat up and looked at the smiling male across from her. Except when your fur gets soaked. she murmered, making a face. She then completely forgot about that and looked at him. I'm Valinta! she chirped. What's your name? she smiled at him expectanting an answer.
He had very large ears, she noticed. He didn't look all wolf, or all coyote. Supposing that he was either a mix or some weird species she'd never seen -- something that was possible, considering her young age and long time alone-- she decided to ignore that. After all, he looked nice, and she didn't want to make him angry. She'd already pissed off someone and decided she'd never do that again. Coyotes scared her.

Valinta Speaks

Bangle Guffawri · 01-02-2011, 07:30 PM

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The traveling salesman leaned against the tree, watching the black female from a few feet away finding joy in making grass angels. Snow had yet to fall, and it would fall soon enough, and some couldn't wait while others prepared for the worst. For as much beauty that snow brought - the snow-topped trees, the blankets of white as far as the eye can see, the snowflakes one could catch on their tongue, and the warm, crackling fires in ones home; it also brought along storms, biting cold, loss of food, and possible death. But that was a few moons from now, and like the female splayed along the grass, enjoying the last bit of green there was, Bangle too loved and took advantage of the outdoors while he could.

"What's wrong with wet fur? It's jus' frozen water," Bangle chimed in, shrugging. One couldn't really avoid water anyways, unless they didn't bathe at all. In fact, to Bangle water was quite refreshing, frozen or thawed. Ahh, those were the days of a traveler.. after a good swim, laying in the sun with a cool breeze blowing through seemed like heaven. No rules, no responsibilities, no one to take care of except for himself. That kind of life he was forced into, but now he had made it his perfect little world, and he wasn't going back.

She introduced herself, and he nodded in approval. Bangle rather liked getting to the point, especially with introductions, and he walked a few steps over and offered her a hand, glancing down at the female in the grass. "Bangle's th' name!" He said, his hand extended for both greeting and to help her up, should she want it. "Craftsman of Cercatori d'Arte. I assume yer part of it, too?" The coywolf asked, though he easily scented the pack on the female. The graceful way she moved herself, though, told Bangle she might have been a dancer of some sort. His ears twitched as he awaited her response, thinking he saw, for just a moment, a look of surprise or even fear flash across her eyes.

Valinta LeStrange · 01-02-2011, 08:12 PM

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OOC: Minus table for all of January. My posts will still retain prettyness!

Valinta smiled thinly. "Frozen water turns into frozen fur for me." she said. "I live in a tree."
Tilting her head, Valinta looked at Bangle. He had a ready smile it appeared. Nothing like that coyote from long ago. "I'm a dancer of Cercatori d'Arte." she said with a small, more friendly smile. "What kind of things do you make?" she asked excitedly. Valinta knew that people would make things for other things to trade... What could she trade? She thought furiously, trying to think of something that she could give for something that could remind her of the childhood that she'd lost. She knew exactly what it was that needed to be made, and what was needed to make it, and she could help him to get things but... She didn't have anything to give.
Tilting her head in the opposite direction, Valinta looked thoughtful. "What would you take in trade for a certain doll? I'd help you get whatever you needed to make it, but I don't know what to trade." she said. She hoped that she could recreate the doll her father had made her. It had been lost when she left Margaret's home. [/html]

Bangle Guffawri · 01-05-2011, 12:26 PM

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The traveling salesman merely shrugged at her topic of snow. It was what it was. His large, dark red ears twitched when he heard she lived in a tree, and he lifted his muzzle into the air and cackled. "Well I'll be, a regular ol' wolf squirrel, eh?" He put his hands on his hips, trying to imagine the black female climbing a tree. So she was agile, Bangle concluded that much. "We aren't so dif'rent, then. I live in a tree, part'a th' time," he grinned widely.

How he loved that oak tree adorning the house he lived in. Bangle still had trouble calling it his, it was only temporary, of course. Still, the traveler intended on decorating the tree fully with leather straps that hung with various things he liked, and did for a living. Feathers, beads, bones, jars, jars full of lightning bugs, you name it. Though the coywolf had full intentions on leaving the place, he wouldn't go without leaving his crafted mark on the place, as he always did.

Then the black female gave him more information that led him to be correct. Yup, a dancer. He couldn't really imagine the agile female being anything else. Seeing as she still sat on the grass, Bangle merely retracted his hand and remained standing there a few feet in front of her. Bangle puffed his chest out slightly when Valinta asked what kinds of things he made, and ohhh did that slick little muzzle of his start a'running. "Oh, nothin' much, really.." He said casually, trying not to brag. "Jewelry, leather from all kinds'a critters, feather paintin', workin' with furs, clothing, weaponry, utensils, things wit' bones.. can't ever be wasteful, ya know." Bangle informed her, trying to sound like he had more reason to use every part of an animal than just eating the insides and picking remnants from his teeth using bone.

As he finished speaking to the seemingly excited female, she turned her head away, as if looking for something or someone who wasn't there. Then the moment he heard the word 'trade', he crossed both his legs and sat firmly on the grass, leaning in towards the dancer. Now it was his turn to be excitable, the mere mention of trading and utilizing his crafts made every inch of him crawl with anticipation. "Well, what'cha got that's useful? Don' have t'be an item fer an item, y'know. A skill, perhaps?" Bangle said, his bright orange eyes twinkling with that old salesman look. He wasn't going to ask what it was for, he never really did even if he was rather nosy. The coywolf was merely delighted for someone to take an interest in his work, and deliver with the best quality he could produce.

Valinta LeStrange · 02-05-2011, 03:24 PM

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OOC:

Valinta turned her head back towards Bangle. Bangle. Wasn’t a bangle a type of bracelet?
Shaking her head like most animals did when wet, she dispelled all non-trade thoughts out of her mind.

She needed to get the doll, and Valinta was depending on the talkative, interesting man to get it. After all, what was a girl without the doll that she loved, named, and preened? Not a girly girl, that was for sure. Valinta briefly held a sour expression on her face at her plight of girliness, and then it sank away to show a smile. She wondered if Bangle would like to know how to dance.

It was the only skill that she had, but it was one that could be used for anything. Showing off, distracting people, impressing young ladies, dancing could be done for anything, really.

Valinta suppressed a giggle at the thought of several young Luperci females surrounding the male as he danced. It was a funny picture in her head, something that she definitely wanted to try to make real.

A grin spread across her muzzle, much like the one on Bangle’s, and she leaned forward.
“How would you like to dance, Mister Guffawri?” she asked him smoothly.
Valinta hoped that would accept dancing lessons in exchange for the doll, because she needed that doll more than someone would assume. It was really the only link she had to her homeland and to her heritage.

After all, it wasn’t called a princess doll for no reason. It was created only for the princesses of the packs.

So she’d obviously gotten one at a young age and had loved it. It was handcrafted lovingly by the doll maker of the pack, and gifted to her by her father.
Before he quickly left to do something or another.

It had been a beautiful moment of her childhood ruined by him leaving to do something political or to visit his concubines.

Valinta scowled and then smiled again.

She didn’t want to look like a maniac in front of her only way of getting back her doll, now did she?

Valinta does. "Valinta speaks." Valinta thinks.

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