What do you say to that?

Swentzle Byström · 11-21-2011, 09:54 PM

I don't know how to do the pin on the map, but he's a little ways from the river, across the border from Salsola. c:

Swentzle had made his way farther north, miraculously managing to avoid several packs along the way. Hamza, who most often warned him of the approaching territories, had seemed wary and skittish around the areas that had smelled strongly of other wolves, and Swentzle was concerned--both for his own safety, and for Hamza's mental well-being. The wolfdog had navigated them past and onto a wide beach, which had quite swiftly given way to sprawling plains. The tall grass and small wildflowers were familiar to him, and to Hamza, who'd calmed almost immediately. For the first time in weeks, Swentzle had unloaded the many bags from his mount's broad back and let the bison roam. Though his dear companion stayed close by--he'd been around canines since he was young, and seemed to be uneasy all alone--he was still glad to be given such a freedom.

Swentzle had made camp again, though the fire had yet to be started. He'd simply piled his things in a trampled-down bit of the tall grass, and set Fovea to guard them, setting out to scavenge. He doubted very much that there would be any cacti here, so his first priority was finding a river or a stream. A lake would be a slightly less favorable option, though he'd settle for it. Running his hands through the tall grass, Swentzle lifted his nose, squinting through the bright afternoon light. His eyesight was only marginally better at this time of day than any other, and he could make out the glimmer of something shining--water, his nose told him. He strained his ears and heard the sound of rushing water; a river, then.

Citlali alighted on his shoulder, startling him slightly, and hooted, twisting her head to look at him sideways. "Cautious venture." She bobbed her head, and then tucked it under one wing. Swentzle was, by then, used to her somewhat backwards sentence structure, and took the warning for what it was as he made his approach.

Chione Keisari · 11-22-2011, 05:09 PM

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Chione Keisari

ooc text. Hey! 8D

It was good, taking a walk to ease the mind, from time to time. She guided Mora slowly, the brownish donkey-horse hybrid not all that confortable with the wolf on top of it. It was far more used to pulling the heavy chariot aroudn then just the petite shewolf. Go figure.

As she strode around, the afternoon a bright one for a change at least, the wind whooshed on her spiky black mane deliciously, sometimes strong enough to make the long braid behind the oriental female wave a bit. It brought the refreshing smell of the river, along with--

Chione tugged the reins, forcing the mule to a stop. yes, the breeze brought along the scent of another wolf. And an owl. And a feline. And a bison. Huh?! A few sniffs later, she confirmed it. How odd, such a variated communion of animals. But interesting, none the less! With a tender kick on the belly, she whistled the equine below her to a slow gallope. Soon, the river came into view, and she willed her fellow traveler to a stop again.

The black and white luperci unmounted, but Mora still followed right behind the owner, snorting lightly. She walked confidently, a little skip on her steps. How exciting, a new friend to make! She kept going, chinese shirt, knee-long silk shorts, straw hat hanging from a thin line on her neck, along with her ever-present Phoenix Eye glinting in the sun. Bare feet walked to the edge of the river, icy-cold water tingling the fur and pads on her paws. She placed a hand over her eyes as to protect them from the sun. It was clear the other was approaching, just over that short hill. My, what would he look like? Would he wave? Or shy out and walk away? She couldn't know, but she would love to.

Swentzle Byström · 11-22-2011, 06:23 PM

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Swentzle continued moving forward slowly until Citlali hooted a warning, and he stopped, head lifting again so that his nose might catch the new scents on the breeze. Hamza, only a few yards away, bellowed shortly, and then meandered closer to Swentzle. The wolfdog reached out a hand to lay along his head, his fingers curling around one delicate horn while the buffalo grunted and snorted his way closer. Swentzle could just make out two shapes on the horizon, one which appeared to be a horse--though a bit small for one--and another that seemed to be a canine of some sort. His nose confirmed his guesses a moment later, and he tightened his grip on Hamza's horn, tilting his head to the side to look at them through one eye only.

The slight breeze caught his long hair, lifting the dark strands and whipping them about his head. He couldn't see well despite the dark locks occasionally blocking his vision, but they didn't help any, and so he finally simply raised a hand high over his head, smoothing it in an arc through the air before him. Then he began walking again, now guiding Hamza along beside him with one hand along his head. Citlali hooted, and then took off, circling above his head before she winged her way back toward camp, about a half a mile behind them. Swentzle listened to her go, and only hoped Fovea wouldn't attempt to eat her again.

When he deemed himself a polite distance from the other wolf, he stopped, and pulled Hamza to a halt beside him. He was close enough to hear the waters of the river now, and as water was the only thing on his mind at the moment, it was the first question out of his mouth. Salutations. Are the river waters free?

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Chione Keisari · 11-26-2011, 05:07 PM

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The brownish male approached Chio, a very furry bovine the girl recognized as a buffalo of sorts. The male spoke, and she moved her head as to look at him in the eyes. "Well sir, 'm pretty sure they ar'. If not, I don't kn'w." She said, making a concentrated face, a single finger reaching for the tip of her chin, head tilting lightly to the side. She then shrugged with a radiating smile. "Anyw'y, name's Chion' Keisari! May I kn'w yers?" She asked, a chubby little hand gesturing a bit as she spoke.

Mora came forward, walking lightly behind the black and white female, head sneaking behind her shoulder, suspisciously eyeing the stranger. The oriental luperci rose a hand and petted the mule's pinkish muzzle heartedly. She suddenly started to laugh and giggle, hands trying to push the equine's head away from her, since she was nibbling on her ear, trying to play. It tickled terribly, and she skipped away a bit. The horse-donkey hybrid neighed a bit, as if laughing. "Silly ol' girl!" The little female chirped, her laugh still reflecting on her speech.

Swentzle Byström · 12-01-2011, 11:20 PM

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Really sorry about the wait! My computer died. D:

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Swentzle nodded briefly, and continued to move forward, one hand going out to guide him away from the female so that he didn't bump into her. Hamza was no help at all with that, as the moment Swentzle's grip loosened, he wandered off again into the tall grass. The woman introduced herself then, and Swentzle paused to perform a proper bow, bringing his hands together in front of his chest. My name is Swentzle Byström. He paused a moment to straighten himself, and added with an utterly stoic face, It's a pleasure to meet you.

He managed to reach the river shortly after, and took a few careful drinks, also washing his face, before he rubbed the water down his arms and scooped some up in his hands. Chione, He said, pausing a moment after he'd said the name so as to let it stir the air a moment, That is something of an odd name. Are you from around here? His tone was politely curious, and he rose to his full height as he lapped the water from his hands before turning to look for her in the bright sunlight.

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Chione Keisari · 12-02-2011, 04:49 PM

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Chione Keisari

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Chione nodded in reply, fumbling with his name inside her mind. Well, it isn't the most common of names, but she felt it came from even farther away than hers.

Still, not a reason to be rude. "The pleasure 's mine, mast'r Bystr'm." She nodded a quick bow to him. She watched with curious brownish eyes as he drank and washed himself on the river's water before returning his attention back to her. He spoke her name out loud, letting it hang on the air for a bit. The emperor penguing wolf stood there, eyes staring right at his, while one of her hands rubbed delicately over the mule's soft snout.

"Why no, mast'r Bystr'm, 'm n't from 'ere. I w's born in Alaska, th'ugh me pack came all the way fr'm China." She chirped tenderly a smile in her face and a glow in her eyes. "Yers 's a bit o' unfamiliar in me ears as w'll, th'ugh i 'ave a feelin' it's only yer name, aye?" She commented casually, just trying to make conversation. It was nice to talk to someone other than Mora, for a change.

Swentzle Byström · 12-02-2011, 05:09 PM

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She spoke, and he found it difficult to follow her words--because of her accent, he thought--but he made do, keeping up as best he could. She spoke of some place, Alaska, and another--China. He knew neither of these places, and watched her more curiously as she spoke of them with such familiarity, nodding thoughtfully. I have not heard of these places. He said, tucking his long hair behind his shoulders and rubbing his hands together. I come from the south, the Great Plains. He added, and made a wide, sweeping gesture out over the tall grass. My home looked much like this. His tone was somewhat wistful; he was far from home, here, and to have such a place so closely resemble his Plains was...something of a double-edged blade.

She spoke again, and he nodded, a small smile flashing across his face. Yes, it is only a name. He agreed, and moved away from the river. Names, in the end, meant so little to who you were.

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