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Ehno Marino · 11-26-2010, 02:23 AM

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For Cypress. Could we possibly backdate this to around Sunday? ^^

Ehno had decided to try out a little something that he hadn't attempted in ages. He had been introduced to fishing during his first few weeks of roaming Italy when he was but a yearling, and again when he had found himself on the docks of Santander. The Marino had failed quite spectacularly at the task when he first attempted it, partly due to the fact that he had been so unused to doing much at all with his optime form when he began his youthful journey. Slowly he began to get a handle on it while with the amiable group of fishermen in Italy, but he soon pushed the skill out of his mind when he continued on with his travels. It wasn't until he reached those Spanish docks that he began to develop both skill and respect for fishing.

He had been interested in taking a stab at the hobby again when he arrived in Nova Scotia, but he never got around to it. Now seemed as good a time as any to start again. The Italian had fashioned up a simple fishing rod for himself and made his way out to Rabbit Lake early that afternoon. After a short bit of searching he found an ideal spot to start and gingerly stepped into the cool waters along the shore. With the hook baited, he cast the line with a deft flick of the rod and watched as it sunk into the clear waters. Hopefully he would be lucky today and the fish would be eager to bite.

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Cypress · 12-01-2010, 04:18 PM

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yup yup, thats fine and ty for starting! <3

This world was so different the one that growing pup had been born into. He had been born into the world of the sun. Warm and green; full of life of all shapes and sizes. Now it seemed cold and gray, the night stretching out longer and longer as the hours of daylight seemed to dwindle away. The changing cycle of day and night was hardly as bothersome as the lack of life. The lanky youth made his way around the shores of the lake. He had liked the frogs that sat along the water's edge, often plunging beneath the surface before he could even see them. Leaving no evidence but the ripples and sound of their splash. Occasionally spying them as they had hid just under the surface of the water, staring back at him.

Just as it had been for the last few weeks though, Cypress could not find even a single frog along the shores. He had not heard their throaty evening songs for awhile either. Where did they go? And it was not just the frogs. Many of the birds too had vanished, along with the spiders and insects of the garden. Migration. Hibernation, these were foreign concepts. To the youth it was simply as if these had vanished. Just as easy as the leaves fell from the trees.

Beginning to grow bored and frustrated with his fruitless search he heaved a heavy sigh, lifting his eyes to look across the horizon. It would seem he was not the only one foolish enough to try and find life at the lake today, seeing a two legged form standing further down the shore. Whoever it was had a stick of some short. Curious the pup watched as the stick was given a flick. Ears hearing the soft sound a gentle splash a fraction of a moment later. What was he doing? Eager to find out, Cypress trotted over to the other. Recognizing the Marino male as he approached. "What are you doing?" the pup asked from behind the other as he sat on his haunches. He head tilted to the side as he stared at the pole and line in the other's hands.

Ehno Marino · 12-05-2010, 08:37 PM

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No prob. <3

The Marino probably had a better chance of catching something if he took the little boat he'd patched up out onto the ocean. Colder temperatures made the fish seem slow and scarce, especially within a confined space such as the lake. But this was just a practice run, a plain and simple way for him to dust off his increasingly neglected skills and if he failed to catch anything he wouldn't be too disappointed. There would always be other days for Ehno to head out to sea and give it a real effort.

Time ticked by and and the Dreamer remained still in the shallows, makeshift rod held loosely in his hands. His thoughts had the freedom to drift, though. Amber gaze found it's way toward the partly cloudy sky and he idly began to wonder just when they would be seeing the first snow of the season. His attention was soon called back down to the ground, not by an insistent tugging on his line, but by a voice just behind him. Ehno turned to see who had approached, his feet creating small ripples in the water as he turned.

It was one of the boys from Anu's litter, sitting a few paces away and watching him with a puppy's curiosity. The Marino often saw him and his siblings bumbling around the Manor and around the pack lands, but seldom said more than a few words to them at a time. The youth's curiosity now seemed to indicate a change in that trend. "Hey there, kiddo," he greeted. He held the pole out for the other to get a closer look. "I'm using this to try to catch fish. It's called fishing."

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Cypress · 12-13-2010, 08:34 PM

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Cypress smiled and his tail thumped on the ground behind him as he looked up at the Marino male as he was greeted. A familiar pack member, though not someone he knew well. He was just another adult, another set of eyes on him to keep him from getting into too much trouble. "How can you catch fish with a stick and some string? He asked, rather skeptical. He had spent a lot of time around the shores of the lakes. Catching frogs and watching the fish that happen to come up in the shallows. He had tried to pounce a few and got nothing but a nose full of water and muddy paws. And if that didn't work he didn't see how one was going to do it with a stick and some string.

"You just, stand in the water holding the stick with the line the water, but how do you catch a fish when you can't even see it?" The idea of luring in prey still an unlearned tactic. Hunting was all about the catching, the action. Patience too, something he had yet to gain. While he had no aversion to getting dirty the youth kept himself well on the shore. He had decided several days ago that it was too cold for him to be getting wet. Just the thought made him shiver.

Ehno Marino · 12-23-2010, 10:48 PM

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Ehno smiled and laughed light-heartedly as the boy questioned the concept of fishing. Of course it seemed simple enough to Ehno, who was thoroughly familiar with the task and its successes. It had been an awe-inspiring sight to the adventurous Marino, who had been confined to the traditional, woodland pack in Monti Sabini as a child. Once he had the methods explained to him and got his hands on a rod to try it himself, the concept made perfect sense. He probably wouldn't be able to offer the youngster hands-on experience with fishing just yet, but he could certainly explain it to him and show him how it worked.

The Marino pulled the string from the water and turned to go back to the shore. He shook the cold water from his legs and walked over to where Cypress sat. He settled down next to the boy and placed the fishing hook on his palm and held it out for him to investigate. A small insect had been placed on the end of the hook to serve as bait. Ehno pointed to it with his other hand. "See that bug? Fish love to eat them. You tie this little hook to the string, and put the bug on it. If you're real still and quiet out there, the fish will come to try to eat it. But when it does, it also eats the hook and gets stuck on it. That's when you pull the fish out of the water!" He took up the rod then and illustrated how he would get the fish.

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Cypress · 12-28-2010, 02:11 PM

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Cypress half expected that Ehno was simply teasing him and that he was up to something different altogether because trying to catch a fish with a stick and some string just didn't seem very plausable at all in the pups mind. Especially when it seemed that male only stood in the water and waited for something to happen. Cypress had found fish to be nearly impossible to snatch from the shallows, so catching one when you couldn't even see it seemed only that much more impossible. Blue eyes watched as the Marino male pulled in his line and made the few steps back to shore, curiosity showing through the doubt. The youth watched with interest as Ehno settled next to him and revealed to him some of the secrets to this so called 'fishing'.

There was more too it than Cypress had firsted imagined. Blue eyes looking with wonder at the hook and the bug that was impaled on it. His tail wagged behind him in excitement. "Oh I see now! That makes a lot more sense." Until Ehno had first showed him the baited hook and explained it, he had no idea how one could expected to catch a fish doing what he had seen the other doing. Though now, he could see how it must just work. It was a clever idea. "Does fish taste good?" The question spoken as quickly as it had popped into his mind. Cypress was pretty sure he had never ate fish before. Despite many attempts at trying to catch the silvery beast.

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