bring on the sunshine

Cypress · 03-29-2011, 10:39 PM

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He is in lupus form, since it really wasn’t clear in the post.

Ever since the snow storm Cypress had been wondering if winter was ever going to come to an end. It hadn’t taken long for the world of white and gray to become boring and drab to the curious boy. Tired of the short days and long hours of darkness that left him little time outdoors. He wouldn’t miss the biting, cold winds either. He longed for the days when the grass would be green and his mother’s gardens would be full of life again. For the frogs to return to the lake, as well as the birds his masked brother had so loved to watch and mimic their calls.

Spring was close though, he could feel it. He could see it in the green shoots of grass brave enough to push through the receding snow. Some days it even felt as if spring was finally here. Only for winter to remind them that he wasn’t gone just yet, the next day. Slowly but surely, the days were becoming longer and longer again. Sooner, rather than later, it would be spring.

The day would come eventually, when the endless blanket of snow would melt away for the last time that winter, but until then Cypress would have to make do with what he had. And for the moment he had found the next best thing to laying under the shade of a tree on a hot summer day. The sun had managed to find it’s way out from behind the curtain of clouds that was the gray and dreary winter sky. Laying out on the front porch of the Manor, he did his best to soak up ever ray that he could. The dark colors of his pelt soaking up the heat of the sun. When he closed his eyes he could almost fool himself into thinking it was summer. There was probably other things he should have been doing with his time, but oh it felt so good and warm.

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Oak · 04-17-2011, 01:48 PM

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Oak had experienced no winters to compare to this one, but by the slightly disgruntled attitudes of the adults and the length of time the snow remained on the ground, he suspected that this cold season had been longer than usual — at the very least, it seemed that way. At first, he had been excited about snow and cold. He remembered his impatience to see snow for the first time, and his elation when he had awakened to a world blanked out completely by white. He had spent hours romping in the sea of powdery white, as it had posed as a natural playground for the rambunctious young boy.

As the months wore on and nothing changed, the sun shining without warmth to give, the snow had become a nuisance, making it difficult to travel and hunt. Even the darkness of the shortened days affected his mood. He wished for the season he had been born into, when he could step outside the manor without fear of being uncomfortably cold. He missed the vibrancy of the warm season, tired of the dull brown and monochrome hues of winter. The boy had becoming stir-crazy and as ready for Springtime and warmth as the rest of the Dreaming wolves.

Oak moved through the forest at a slow lope, his limbs freezing and stiff with the snow that clung to his fur in small clumps. He had been hunting throughout the morning but his efforts were futile, because not even the rangiest rabbit scurried along the snowy earth. Discouraged, the rust-furred wolf slowed his gait and changed direction to the end of the trees, towards the manor. The world was silent save for the occasional snap of a twig as melting snow tumbled down from the limb of the tree of the soft drip of water. Signs of Spring were everywhere; it could not be too much longer.

The sturdy wolf loped across the field, spying a prone figure on the porch as he approached it. Oak realized that the resting wolf was Cypress as soon as he was close enough to see the smaller frame draped in sunlit gold and black fur. His eyes were closed, and Oak could not tell whether or not his brother was sleeping. He climbed the first of the steps and touched his nose gently to the other's, speaking in a gentle whisper. Cyp? You awake?

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Cypress · 04-24-2011, 08:32 PM

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The passage of time was lost on Cypress as he lay basking in the morning sun. It could have been hours or a few dozen minutes for all he knew. Either way he was content to continue to lay just where he was, soaking up the warmth that the sun offered him. And so long as those blue eyes remained hidden from the world the youth was able to convince himself that winter was gone and the seasons had moved on to greener days. An illusion, but one he was happy to cling to while he could. Anything to break winter’s hold.

For much of the morning, the boy did appear to be asleep. Though, if watched long enough, one would see his ears turn, listening the sounds of daily life around the manor and hear the sound of his tail thumping loudly to those that walked by his prone form on the porch. Half awake, half a sleep, he drifted between the two worlds. Though he thought himself awake the whole time. He was completely unaware how easily his mind was slipping away into fantasy. Only to be called back by the next loud noise within the manor or the footfalls of a passerby.

It was impossible to know just how awake he really was in the moments just prior the gentle touch of his brother's nose. His tail thumped hard against wood boards of the porch in response. "Yea," he responded, the single word leaving his maw reluctantly and chased by jaw splitting yawn. "I'm awake." Though he yawned again as he stretched. Before finally pulling his legs under himself and looking to his older brother through half lidded eyes. His nose curled at the sight of clumps of snow still clinging to Oak's legs. He groaned, looking away and laying his head down on his paws. Eyes closed once again. It was a reality he just didn't want to deal with right now.

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Oak · 04-27-2011, 11:33 PM

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Oak stifled laughter as his brother fully roused from his nap, though from the clear tone of his voice Oak could see that that he had already been awake. Rather than blatantly laughing at his brother, Oak's black tipped tail wagged in an expression of his amusement. Watching others awaken was always hilarious. In half-sleep, one usually behaved in a weird way, like coming off of a drug fix.

A crease of worry crossed his brow. Cypress looked once at him, then groaned and lay down again, his eyelids closing. It was apparent that something was bothering him, but Oak did not know what. Feeling awkward, the rusty wolf stood there for several seconds staring at his seemingly distraught brother, unsure if he should leave him in peace or remain and try to help. His heart was too soft to do the former, so Oak chose to climb the steps of the porch, turning around and easing himself onto his belly beside Cypress. He was patient with his brother, deciding not to prod at him anymore, as he may once have done when they were puppies. He looked across the fields at the orchard, preferring not to stare at his brother any longer. He did not wish to be a nuisance. You all right? the boy asked casually, still averting his gaze.

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Cypress · 05-11-2011, 01:55 PM

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short post is short

Cypress' tail gave another few soft thumps as he sensed his brother settle himself on the porch next to him. Huh? Oh, yea. I'm fine." One blue eye opening to look at the rusted male for a moment before drifting closed again. "It's just the snow," his nose curled at the s-word in distaste, "I'm sick of it. Sick of looking at it. Sick of chewing it out of my fur and between my toes." Perhaps it was just his cabin fever talking,

It had been fun in the beginning. The first few times that the snow blanketed the earth he had rushed out to play in the wet, cold stuff and loved every second of it. It had been new and exciting then, but the glamour of it had worn away rather quickly as once it had continued to pile up. The days had become cold and bleak in its wake. For Cypress the snow had become a symbol for everything that Crimson Dreams has suffered during its the season of its reign and he was ready for it to be gone.

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Oak · 06-16-2011, 01:09 AM

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When Cypress spoke Oak felt comfortable enough to look away from the snow dusted trees of the orchard and at his brother. With a short burst of laughter, he glanced down at his front paws, which were riddled with little balls of snow that had clumped into his fur, irritating the skin beneath Yeah, he agreed in a small sigh. I was thrilled when it first snowed. It was fun... Not so much now. He shook one paw and then the other, hoping to shake loose the little frigid wads, but succeeded only in loosening their grip. He would have to chew them off, as usual.

It'll warm up soon, Mother says. The weather would change, there was no doubt, although the winter seemed to be dragging on forever, grinding salt into the wounds it had inflicted on Crimson Dreams. They had to be patient. Patience was not one of Oak's virtues, but with what had happened this cold season, the waiting would be hard on all of them. Cypress' mood reminded Oak that he was not the only one getting anxious.

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Cypress · 06-25-2011, 07:42 PM

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Cypress found it a small comfort that his brother felt the same about the snow as he did. ”Yea, it was fun. He admitted, but was was the keyword. It had long lost its luster and the sense of wonderment that had filled the young boy when he had first went bounding through the pristine snow and watched it fall ever so gracefully from the sky. It had seemed so perfect and pure almost, but with the blizzard they had learned it had a darker side. Like all things, it was not to be underestimated.

Cyp laughed, though it was really more of giggle, as his brother tried futilely to shake the balls of snow from his paws. It would be easy enough to go and let them melt by the fire, but then there was cleaning up the water left behind. The brown boy had been scolded on at least one occasion for leaving a puddle of melted snow near the fire place, thinking that it would have dried before anyone had noticed.

Soon. He had heard the same from Mother as well, but when was soon? It already felt as if it had been too long and this supposed soon had already passed. Cypress was starting to feel that tomorrow would not be soon enough. ”Soon just isn’t soon enough.” he grumbled. He wanted to avoid the stuff at all costs at this point, but staying inside the manor was driving him absolutely stir crazy. ”Last thing I want to do is go traipsing out in that stuff, but I’m bored. Blue eyes looked hopefully to his brother, maybe he had found some cure to the cabin fever that he was suffering from.

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Oak · 07-13-2011, 07:42 PM

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300+ Sorry for the waiit!

Oak could remember the childish thrill he had felt the first morning he had awakened to a soft white world. The snow was like nothing he had seen before, its texture strange but absolutely perfect for play. The blizzard and the chaos that had ensued in its wake were a blunt reminder that nothing was completely safe. Like fire, snow could be an asset and a danger. Now, it was just annoying. Oak still liked to romp around in the snow when he had nothing better to do, regardless of the discomfort it caused him later, but he had matured during the months of winter and the snow no longer captured the boy's awe as it had in the beginning.

The rust-furred wolf laughed with his brother, the pitch of his giggle lowering into a whimsical snarl just as he gave up and slumped down in his belly near Cypress. His cobalt eyes trained on the hopelessly snowy world before him as he listened to his brother's complaints, which matched his own internal protests against this dreadfully elongated season. Uh-huh, Oak agreed with a nod, lips curling into a grimace. He glanced at Cypress and found in the eyes that matched his own some hope, as if he thought Oak would have some solution to their problem. He frowned, disappointed when nothing came to mind immediately. After a moment's thought, a glimmer of mischief had formed in his eyes. He leaped to his feet and went after Cypress, grabbing his scruff with gentle fangs and pulling slightly, a few soft muffled snarls leaking from his occupied jaws. He released Cypress and tumbled intentionally down the porch steps and back into the snow. When he rolled to his feet he was covered in ivory dust. What else is there to do? I dare you to get me back! he cried, his tail high and waving over his rump and an open-mouthed smile on his face.

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Cypress · 07-20-2011, 02:45 PM

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pp on oak dodging Cyp’s first pounce, let me know if you want it changed

Cypress’ hopeful expression fell as his brother’s did. A thin frown seating itself upon his lips as he hopelessly laid his head down upon his paws again. He missed the mischievous glint that had sparked his brother’s eyes. Cyp rose his head to look at his brother has he swiftly got to his feet, but a reddish blur was all he was met with and he soon felt the pull at his scruff. Responding in kind with his own playful growls and struggling lightly against the hold his brother had on the nap of his neck. The ‘assault’ ended as quickly as it had begun and Cypress muffled a laugh as he watched his brother tumble down the steps of the porch and roll in the snow. Before he could ask if he was alright though, the red hued male was on his feet. Brick hued fur glistening in the sun with it’s glittering dusting of snow. Cyp laughed openly now at Oak’s antics, knowing he was well and it was all in fun.

His laughter died as the challenge was spoken. In a flash the youth was on his four feet, diving off the porch in a pounce that threatened to land him right on top of his brother. Though he found himself greeted by nothing more than snow and the frozen ground that lay beneath it. The unpleasantness of the snow forgotten was forgotten for now as he bounded eagerly after his brother in a bouncing stride as he tried to pounce on top of his larger brother, nipping at his heels and tail when such attempts failed.

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Oak · 08-14-2011, 02:38 PM

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Oak waited for his brother patiently, and with his ivory fangs bared he took the appearance of a vicious and feral beast. But the corners of his lips were upturned — surely Cypress could see the mirth in his ferocious expression. When Cypress rose to his feet he grinned even wider, delighted that despite their age, and despite the snow, Cypress was willing to play. The smaller wolf was lightening fast, but Oak had already anticipated a pounce and darted swiftly out of the way. He laughed when Cypress struck the ground into a pit of snow. The copper-red youth had missed tussling around like this.

Cypress regained his footage, and Oak sensed that a chase was underway. With a snort of laughter he turned tail and darted away. His deep chest plowed through the snow with ease, but it still hindered his speed. He missed running with grass beneath his paws rather than this god-awful snow. He glanced over his shoulder to see Cypress right behind, nipping at his heels and tail. Oak was caught off guard when teeth clamped around his left hock, halting him on the spot. His footing went out and slumped in the snow, putting himself in the perfect position for an attack.

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Cypress · 08-14-2011, 07:20 PM

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Cypress mercilessly chased after his brother as he kindly plowed a path through the snow. Making it easy for the sable and brown youth to easily catch up to his larger bodied brother with his bounding leaps. Rust red hind legs and the black tip of Oak's tail staying just beyond the reach of his nipping jaws. Though the moment he felt the bony hock of his brother between his teeth, his jaw slacked and held it loosely. He did not wish to hurt his brother. Oak came to a screeching halt though and Cypress practically plowed right into him as he barely managed to leap frog over his brother as he faltered in the snow. Quickly Cypress spun in the snow, sending the stuff flying into the air as feet fought for purchase to launch himself back at his brother laying in the snow. Teeth firmly gripped his brother’s scruff as he pulled and shook his head slightly. A muffled growl making it past the mouthful of fur and skin.

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Oak · 08-17-2011, 06:32 PM

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Oak was well aware that he was creating the perfect pathway for Cypress to catch up and him and maul him, but he wanted him to. He lay in the snow only long enough for Cypress to let go of his leg, and then rose shakily to his feet. Seeing his brother in a heap, he snickered, but the tease was cut short, because like lightning the slightly smaller wolf was on his feet again. The crimson-splashed hybrid merely backed up, knowing he could not escape the wrath of his brother's jaws. Low growls rumbled from his chest as teeth clamped on his scruff, pinching like needles as his skin and fur was yanked back and forth.

The brothers continued their play until both of them grew completely irritated by the snow. They cleaned themselves off on the porch of the Manor and, in better spirits than before, went inside.

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