The days are growing darker.

The days are growing darker.

Frodo Silvertongue

12-17-2011, 11:10 AM

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SQUEAK. Rats are cute. set EDIT: late night

It had been a pleasurable experience the last time he’d been here, and it’d given off quite a few memories. So the man was at ease as he loped into the damp woods, a skinny man with a fat creature on his shoulder. Squeak! said the creature. Frodo cast it a sideways glance at waggled his eyebrows at it, grinning just a little. Squeak! it squeaked again. Now it was just showing off.. Mr Silvertongue grabbed it by the scruff and swung it onto both palms, gazing at the plump rat as he trudged through the woods. Frodo ruffled it’s head with a bony finger and tickled it under the chin, until it rolled over in excitement. Pan just loved the attention Frodo gave him. It wasn’t long before Frodo got bored of stroking the rat though, and so he shoved Pan into the inner pocket of his elven cloak, where the plump creature fell to sleep almost at once. It was an average looking rat, brown with a pink nose and beady black eyes. Frodo still hadn’t decided if he liked it or not. The creature had grown on him ever since he found it had nibbled through the majority of his food supply, but still Frodo was a little annoyed at it.

It was early in the morning as the man walked around the forest. It had been roughly two days since he’d left his pack for a little walk around and Frodo was feeling much at ease. Twitching his nose he could smell almost everything and everybody that had passed through these woods recently. Glad of being able to know something for once, Frodo was content, despite being so close to Inferni. Frodo had a certain disliking for Inferni. No, disliking wasn’t exactly the right word…hatred was better suited and altogether more presice. However, wrapped in a blue shirt that hid the scars on his back, he could forget about the ordeals that had happened earlier in the month. Also on him was the familiar chain with a ring on it, the bandana round his neck, and of course the cloak. All familiar items he didn’t think he could live without. The cloak was a bit threadbare by now, with holes in it - especially recently, courtesy of a rat that liked to nibble things - but Frodo favoured it to anything else that kept you warm.. The curly furred male ran a hand through auburn, feather covered hair, and then dropped down on a rock, hunching his narrow shoulders and knobbly knees together, so he could think. It had been a while since he’d thought to himself clearly. It had been almost impossible in AniWaya with the constant hunting that kept him going, the friends he had to keep up appointments with, but for now he could clear his head truly.

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Neela Garcia

12-21-2011, 01:37 PM

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The storm clouds are a reference to a storm that happens in a different thread of Neela's, set about a day after this.

Word Count → 521

Neela was not in a good mood.

This wasn't particularly unusual in itself; ever since Julian had died Neela had rarely, if ever, been in a state of mind that could be described as happy. But since coming to Ichika she had mostly weathered the days with good cheer, getting the best that she could out of some of the darkest parts of her life.

Right now that good cheer was not present. It had been an extremely long day and repeatedly getting sidetracked left Neela in her current position; wandering through the wilds in the dark hours after she should have gotten back home by all rights, and more than a little lost.

And to make things worse is she squinted into the night sky she could just make out storm clouds boiling on the horizon. While her thick fur made light snowfall and settled snow enjoyable experiences for the collie she had no desire to be caught outside of Ichikan territory in a storm.

Grynn wasn't particularly happy either. There hadn't been a lot of small birds flying around for the falcon to feed upon and the bird was tired out from constantly taking off and landing again to help Neela find her way. Suddenly the falcon, who was currently circling overhead, suddenly let out a screech and swooped down into the trees.

Running forward toward the noise Neela found Grynn swooping down and around a wolf, occasionally darting towards the wolf more closely as though she intended to attack. Looking closely Neela could see a rat or mouse of some kind sitting on the strangers shoulder, likely twhat the hungry falcon was going for, but she didn’t really process it; she was tired, hungry and lost and now Grynn was picking a fight with some random stranger, she did not need this right now.

"Grynn! What the hell are you doing?!" Neela's voice rang out across the clearing, the last word tainted with a hint of anger more than the rest of the shout. At the sound of Neela's tone Grynn instantly broke off her attack, more for Neela's sake than her own. Grynn was perfectly capable of flying up to safety if Neela did ever loose control of her anger, but her burgeoning mental control was something that Neela was proud of, and loosing control would cause her more upset than the falcon was willing to inflict on her for a mouse.

Neela half processed Grynn breaking away and landing on her shoulder, the falcon letting out a soft crooning noise to comfort the agitated wolfdog, and instead turned her attention to the stranger that Grynn had been harassing. "Sorr-" Neela quickly cut herself off at the sound of the growl in her voice, taking a few seconds to calm herself before she started again, her voice more level this time. "Sorry about that. We've both been lost for a while now and I guess that Grynn was letting hungry," Neela gestured to the rat and tried to let a bit of humour show through her tone, though it was strained, "She didn’t hurt you did she>"

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Frodo Silvertongue

01-08-2012, 04:00 PM

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Word count: 411. Was in a rush writing this ^^ D:

The days were growing darker. A storm boiled ahead, the night sky alive with the threat of rain, thunder, and lightning. A shiver ran down his spine, and Frodo scowled at the sky, as if to shut it up. Inbetween scowls, he also sent silent prayers to whatever god that lived among the sky. If there was a god. Frodo believed in everything and anything, perhaps gulliable or perhaps just positive, that was the way he constantly was.

Sitting on the rock, with time to think, he gave a short start when something approached. He didn't see it, for it went away again too quick, yet absurbutyly he jumped up from his perch and gasped, his head tilting this way and that. Huh? Frodo asked himself. And then there it was again. He saw it this time, though. A falcon of some sort, and it looked like it was trying to attack. Oi, ye wee fish monger! he growled, as it dive-bombed him and then shot off again. What on earth was it doing? Frodo felt quite threatened, however he was amused at the same time. When he came to realise it was not him, but the Rat on his shoulder that the bird seemed to attack, he became even more amused, and simply laughed it off. He plonked the fattened rat back into his cloak pocket, and surveyed the scene in front of him.

A willowy collie woman, supposably the birds owner, dashed to him at once, scoulding the bird.In fact though, Neela seemed rather distraught to Frodo, as if something was bothering her. Perhaps it was the storm clouds brewing in the sky as if cooking in a witch's couldron, or maybe she was afraid she'd caused upset to him. He merely shrugged as she spoke, smiling and winking good naturedly. S'ok. snipper snapper! at the hungry comment, he merely reached into his other pocket and pulled out some raw meat from his last kill, tossing it to the floor for Grynn to eat up. he couldnt have him eating Pan, no matter how much the rat annoyed him. Hurt me? Nah! Frodo replied, grinning with a hand on his hips. He sat down on the flattened, smooth boulder again and looked up, anxious to start a conversation, friendly as he was. Lost, yer say? By gum, what's your name then, double quaver? I'm Frodo, myself. This is Pan. he pointed to the rat in his pocket absently.

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Neela Garcia

01-12-2012, 05:08 PM

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adsfg really sorry about the wait on this. And the general shittyness.

Word Count → 364

Neela blinked and tilted her head to one side, confused at the strangers odd manner or speaking and word choice. Grynn understood even less of Frodo's speech with her less than perfect command of high speech but unlike Neela she was still active and when Frodo threw her a piece of meat the falcon had thrown herself off Neela's shoulder, caught and meat and began to circle back around in less than a second, showing off her impressive speed.

While Neela was slightly confused by Frodo his tone of voice and words eeemed to be friendly, if a bit confusing, so she let a small smile bleed onto her face and nodded her head politely to him, spontaneously dropping into an almost imperceptible curtsey as she did so. "I'm Neela from Ichika no Hoen and this troublemaker," Neela held up an arm for Grynn to land on, the falcon having eaten the scrap of meat and been hovering near her for several seconds, "Is Grynn. Pleased to meet you." Grynn affirmed the last statement with a friendly sounding screech, the little bird taking a liking to the wolf that had provided her with food when she was hungry, though her eyes rarely deviated from the lump in his shirt that indicated the rats hiding spot.

Seeing the younger wolf sit down Neela walked over to join him, nimbly jumping up onto the boulder, Grynn transferring herself to Neela's elbow as the wolfdog left the ground. Up on the boulder Neela dropped into a comfortable crouch, her arms leaning loosely over her bent legs as she leaned down towards Frodo, keeping her balance in a barely visible display that would be impressive to those who could recognise it, " So, what brings you round here then?" Neela asked Frodo. While she was lost she was also fairly sure that she was somewhat near Ichikan territory, and her lack of knowledge about the others packs surrounding it made her wonder what Frodo was around the area for, though it was a idly and unsuspicious wonder and this showed in her relaxed tone, her soft voice stretching out into a casual drawl with some of the words.

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Frodo Silvertongue

01-21-2012, 12:49 PM

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Word count: 346. Same here! Promise things'll pick up! <3

Frodo watched with mild amusement as the bird swooped down and snatched up the tossed meat in a blink of an eye. He grinned widely and shook his head in befuddlement, green eyes intense as they surveyed the powerful creature. He soon turned his sights on Neela, however, as she introduced both herself and her pet. He smiled and nodded, being familiar with her pack and content with her name. Inchika is a good pack, that is. Good ol' people there. he noted, wagging his flowing black tail briefly. He thought of Jace and X'yrin, who had rescued him when he'd been at his wits end, and bathed him and nursed him to health.

Grinning, his gaze watched the collie lady as she gracefully leapt upon the boulder too, sitting herself beside him neatly. His paws spread out and he skirted to the side to allow her more room and free roam, growing relaxed in her presence and altogether happy. This would be a fine meeting, he was sure, consisting of just small talk and friendly banter. His favourite kind of meeting, as he loved to get to know his acquittance's. The young man slid his gaze to the side and grinned once more, from ear to floppy ear, when she asked him a question. He actually had to think about it for a while, before replying; Nothin', really. S'just a nice place, you know? 'Cept last time I were here, me and me friend almost got killed, but tha' not much to worry about, heh. he gave a naive, jack the lad grin, drumming his fingers on the smooth, grey rock absently.

The boy inhaled, and tilted his head up, ears perking and golden-ginger hair swaying from side to side in a gentle manner. Getting used to Neela's scent, and the scent of the bird, he continued to keep up the friendly and relaxed conversation while the wind blew very loudly. And why're you here? How come jack chose this particular beanstalk to climb? Was she feelin' princely? Nonsense. It was Frodo through and through.

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Neela Garcia

01-26-2012, 05:52 PM

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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor

Neela Garcia

And she's dancing like she's never danced before

Sorry about the shitness, having an off day.

Word Count :: +209

Neela cocked her head curiously, trying to make heads or tails of what Frodo was actually saying. The boy's style of talking was fairly pleasant to listen to between his pleasant tone and whimsical wording, but hard to actually understand. One thing however, stuck out to Neela

"Almost got killed?! I'm guessing that there's a story behind that?" The phrase was curious but not an outright question, an opening if the younger dog felt like discussing it but easily ignored if it didn't. Neela knew well from experience that mentioning something and going into depth about it had far different emotional consequences.

Neela leaned back onto the rock as Frodo asked his question, bringing her hands to rest palms down against the flat surface, her gaze straying to the sky. "Here in particular? Just told you, I got lost." Neela peeked an eye down towards Frodo, the corner of her mouth curling up into a grin, "Down south in general? Just wanted to get out and stretch my legs a bit. Amazing how small a territory can seem when you're used to spending time at sea." Not necessary the actual reason Neela was down here but it was a reason, and Neela didn’t feel like making this conversation gloomy.

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