Playful Decisions

Playful Decisions

Jiva Takekuro

01-25-2012, 09:24 PM

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Word Count :: 303
OOC: afternoon or evening is all good Big Grin

Jiva felt fairly overwhelmed by the whole of the festival, and yet he didn’t know why he stayed one more day. He had decided earlier that morning he would leave and head for New Dawn. There he would join their pack, for many reasons, though one of them was to be near Insomnia, who seemed to give him a general good feeling. He didn’t know why nor did he want her to know, for he was confused himself, but that was how it seemed to be. He liked her, she was nice, but how could he want to be near her so much? It just felt wrong. So he was confused still. He kept to the outskirts of town. He was in his lupus form, which he actually felt quite comfortable in, far more so than his optime. He moved slowly wanting to go back and see some of the stuff but then he didn’t want to be so enclosed by all the wolves that were visiting there. He couldn’t understand how they wanted to be so close to so many. It made him think and wonder, then hate the virus thing that ran through his blood. Why did the humans have to make such a thing? It felt like a curse to the boy. He had far too many feelings than he should normally have, and yet they seemed so natural it was uncanny.

He walked around the perameter of the whole thing like a herding dog, not sure what to do, drawn close to the enticing things inside the whole of the festival, and wanting to eave in disgust. Finally he made his decision and started off towards the mountains where he would hopefully join a new pack and start a life the way things were meant to be.

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Sophie Hughes

01-25-2012, 10:05 PM

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Word Count → 375 :: Out of Character text.

Sophie was thoroughly enjoying the festival, despite the severe lack of activities aimed at puppies--or, really, anyone stuck in their four-legged form. Still, Sophie found things to do, like the minnow-troughs that one merchant had set up--those things that Terra had shown her--and the art tent, where she visited frequently, happily slapping her tiny paw prints all over everything. Overall she was quite happy with the fair, and with dragging Leon up at sunrise every morning to bring her there. At the moment, however, she was bored. And when Sophie was bored, someone else's life was about to become much more difficult.

Unfortunately, she couldn't find Leon or Boothe, or even Trigger, and for a moment she wondered suspiciously if everyone was avoiding her. She'd managed to find the edges of the festival, now, and wandered around them, her ears perked and her eyes searching intently. Since the incident their first trip there, Boothe had taught her the trick to keeping track of the people you were looking for in a crowd; that was, don't just follow the first pair of white feet you see. It took quite a bit of craning her neck back, but she could make out faces, and if she were really polite people would point her toward whoever they thought she was looking for. She'd even gotten to know some of the regular merchants there, like Mister Mahavites, who tended to wave now whenever he almost stepped on her. It happened fairly regularly, so Sophie felt somewhat like she'd made a new friend.

She was just coming around the faire a second time, still searching the outskirts, when a paw landed very close to her small nose. She barked sharply, as she'd learned to do, and then scrambled out of the way, in case that wasn't enough. Once she was probably safely cleared from all foot-to-face related accidents that could happen, she scratched at the back of her head and looked around curiously, spotting the older puppy and furrowing her brow curiously. "Hey! Where'ya goin'? Fun stuff's this way!" She barked, and leaped to her feet, wagging her tail somewhat timidly. He was facing the wrong direction, though; she had to do something.

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Jiva Takekuro

01-25-2012, 10:43 PM

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Jiva jumped at the yelping bark, and he turned to see what he had almost stepped on for he knew he didn’t step on anything squishy so it was possible he had nearly stepped on a pup. That was what it sounded like at least, so he wasn’t entirely surprised when he did see a puppy. She was cute, with her strange markings and her wagging tail. He couldn’t help but smile at her, even though his mind was in a jumble of confusion. His mind did leave that of Insomnia as well as the new pack as she spoke. How could he not forget everything and focus on such a cutie? He turned all the way around and spoke.

“Well I don’t find it easy to be in such a crowd.”

He explained, but lowered himself to her level he looked her in the eyes and smiled wagging his own tail, to let her know that he wasn’t going to hurt her.

“What kind of fun do they have in there? I only saw the shops, and the meditation.”

With the last mention he stuck his tongue out as though it were disgusting, though it had calmed down the man a great deal he didn’t think he wanted to sit still long like that again. It wasn’t too much fun and he couldn’t clear his mind like the old man had intstructed him so in all that experience probably annoyed the two men more than it helped Jiva learn to meditate. He wondered what else ther could be that a wolf like him could enjoy, and as he was puppyish still he wondered if she had found the better things to do. It did make sense to him... at least for now.

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Sophie Hughes

01-25-2012, 11:12 PM

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Word Count → 305 :: Out of Character text.

The male was quick to turn and look at her, but Sophie was fine, having gotten used to the crowds by now and therefore used to feet. He explained that he hadn't, though, and she frowned, her ears laying back and her eyes going wide as she looked at him. "Oh, d'you get lost and stepped on, too?" She asked, her tail curling against her side as she blinked at him. The festival was a great deal of fun, but a great many people thought so; there didn't seem to be a "quiet time", at least not while Sophie was allowed to be up and about. Still, she felt bad for dragging him back toward the festival if he wasn't comfortable with the people, and her ears showed her indecision, even as her eyes widened in incredulity as he asked what there was to do that was fun.

"What d'ya mean, you haven't found the funny-people tent?" She asked, and her tail wagged even more fiercely, even as she felt her face warm. They weren't funny people, she remembered, they were artists; but even if the word meant a different thing, they were still pretty funny. Determined now to show this stranger the place where you could get dirty the fun way, she leaped to her feet, dropping into a play-bow and wiggling excitedly. "They let you get dirty in all their color-stuff and then you walk on the white bark--er, um...paper," She corrected herself, "And then, then they hang it up so e'rybody can see it! It's the best ever!" She'd never felt so proud as when she'd wandered in and made her first painting, covered in brightly colored paw-prints. She'd even started dipping her nose in the stuff to make different shapes! It was so much fun.

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Jiva Takekuro

01-26-2012, 09:25 PM

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Word Count :: 310
Did this half asleep lol,

Jiva had to blink a few times before he got what she said then he chuckled and shook his head. He may be short but he was still quite noticable, though he did get ran into more often than not. He never got lost even in the crowd, even though it was quite overwhelming at times.

“No I just am not use to so many bodies so close together.”

He said to the young puppy. He would have lied if he wished so that she didnt’ feel like the only one who felt she kept gettign stepped on but he wasn’t much of a liar at all and he knew that she would see right through him just as everyone else. He tilted his head as she asked that he hadn’t found a funny people tent. He didn’t know what she meant but as she spoke of them he began to get an idea. She was talking about paint and getting dirty in it, and wiping her paws everywhere. That did in a way sound quite fun. He had never painted before so he really didn’t know what it was about entirely but he knew what it was and what it consisted of. He looked at her and thought, well it couldn’t hurt to look and see what it was entirely about.

“Hey maybe you could show me, I haven’t seen it before, so I don’t know where it is, but I would love to paint something with you!”

He gave her a smile, how could he say no to such a cute face, even he was still puppyish and wanted stuff to do, so this might be the perfect thing, at leas before he decided to leave the festival for good. He might as well do something fun at least.

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Sophie Hughes

01-26-2012, 11:36 PM

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Word Count → 360 :: lolol that makes two of us. |D

He explained he didn't get stepped on, he just wasn't used to so many people crowded together. Sophie blinked, then smiled and tilted her head, giving a little nod; yes, she supposed that would be...what was the word? Disconcerting. She wasn't really used to so many people gathered together, herself, but the young pup managed to distract herself by finding reasons they should be gathered together. The painting tent, for example; it was a great way to bring people together, and have them all create something. She and this stranger would probably make something really pretty, all because she'd happened to bring it up in casual conversation! She wondered what else she could make people do, just by talking about it.

She would have to test that out. Later.

At the older boy's bright suggestion, Sophie perked up, her tail waving about and dragging her entire lower half with it. "I'd sure like that!" She agreed readily, and bounced around to face the other direction, glancing over her shoulder with a happy grin. " 'S this way! C'mon!" And she bounded off, darting through the crowds and scrambling between people's legs as easily as if she'd done it for the whole of her admittedly short life. It helped, somewhat, that more people than she was aware of noticed her in time to get out of her way, so that she wasn't stuck trying to climb over their paws--being too small to simply step or jump over them without anyone noticing or possibly hurting herself. Up ahead, she could see the brightly colored tent that had very quickly become her favorite festival activity. At the sight of it, she began letting out a short series of barks, which quickly turned into the sort of braying a hound-dog would make after sighting its prey.

That was essentially what she was, after all. The site was much more comical than it first appeared, however, as her voice came out like the high-pitched bark of a Chihuahua, and she was also about the same size as a large one; a miniature version of herself. Or, in that particular family, of Boothe.

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Jiva Takekuro

02-02-2012, 05:54 AM

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Word Count :: 331
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He smiled and followed her as she headed towards the throng of wolves, and soon he had a hard time keeping up. Once or twice he nearly lost her. He was far bigger and bulkier, so other wolves weren’t so kind to him as he passed by, even when he said “excuse me” This was a big reason he didn’t like so many put together. It was far too much for the boy and now he was learning the more wolves that gathered together the more rude they were. Soon she stopped and he was glad, for it was not so easy to move where a pup moved and still keep up with her.

He was relieved when he saw her stopping at a large colorful tent. He looked it over and it smelled of Cercatori, a pack he had skirted the edges of but had never been to. His aunt lived here. Maybe she was here? But he would keep his attention on the pup for he was her guest, and she was showing him around. Her braying was strange to Jiva’s ears, but not unkind, he smiled at her as she moved forward, listening to her tell everyone she found her “Prey”. It was just adorable.

“I have never painted before, is it hard?”

He asked. He knew how to write and read, his father and mother made sure of that. His father told him his reason was because Orin would skin him alive if he did not teach the boy. His mother said she did not need a reason that he should know. Moving forward to the tent flap he held it open for her as any gentleman would. He waited for the girl to go in before entering himself. He had learned to be a gentleman though there were times where he forgot himself and he was rude, but in all he tried his best being as young as he was.

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Sophie Hughes

02-02-2012, 10:29 PM

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Word Count → 332 :: Out of Character text.

Sophie didn't notice as her new friend had a harder time keeping up than she did, but he was there when they reached the tent, so she didn't realize anything had gone wrong. Her tail waved brightly as they moved inside, and she grinned her thanks at him as he held the tent flap open for her--it was quite heavy for her to get on her own. As they made their way into the art tent and Sophie found them a corner that was mostly out of the way of everyone else, the young girl considered his question, her nose wrinkling. " 'S not really hard," She said thoughtfully, and plopped down on the grassy spot she'd chosen, waiting for the wolf to come around with paper and paint for the new comers, "But it could be, I s'pose. Most people use those weird fuzzy stick things," She nodded toward the paintbrushes in other peoples' hands, and then added brightly, "But I gots my paws! And my nose."

Just then Draw came around to them with onion skin paper and a small tray of paints, smiling brightly. Sophie returned the grin, and as the sheets and paints were set down, she pawed at one to drag over to herself, and then nudged one with her nose to her companion, maneuvering so that the paints were between them. There were a few extra sheets, just in case, and Sophie grinned brightly at her friend, her tail wagging happily. "See, watch," She said, and then very carefully bent to dip the tip of her nose in the paint. Then, dripping slightly and panting so that she didn't splatter paint everywhere, she moved her nose to the paper and brushed it across in a streak of green. Rather proud of her accomplishment, she lifted her head, her ears perked, and wagged her tail.

It would have gone slightly better if she didn't sneeze just then. But all and all, it was a successful paint stroke.

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Jiva Takekuro

02-14-2012, 05:06 AM

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Word Count :: 247
OOC: so sorry for the delay Sad

He was slightly apprehensive now that he was in the tent, but as she spoke he seemed to calm himself. If a puppy could do it so could he, right? A wolf came with some parchment and paints for the two to share and he watched as she dipped her nose into the paint, green paint and moved it onto the paper, he watched with apprehension, as she made a green line along the paper. She looked up with a smile and a green nose and Jiva couldn’t help but laugh. THe green splotch on her nose was funny looking though her sneeze made him stop for a second and find that he had green dots all over his coat now. They were small and superficial, but he burst out laughing again.

Jiva dipped a paw in the red, then put it on the paper, and lifted it very carefully. His paw print lay across the paper and he looked a the girl, and gave a noncommittal shake of his own paw, looking around innocently. This possibly could end very well or very badly, it all depended on who had to clean up afterwards. He took his paw, which still had a bit of paint on it and made motions over his paper, away from his paw print, obviously amazed by the color itself, he twisted and moved, not making anything in particular, until the paint faded off the paper as well as his paw.

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Sophie Hughes

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02-23-2012, 03:10 PM

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Word Count → 325 :: No worries! I gave you a bit of a wait, myself. ^^;

As her sneeze resulted in him being covered in tiny green dots, stopping his giggles, Sophie ducked down a bit, her eyes wide and somewhat frightened as she began stuttering out an apology. He didn't seem to mind, though, and instead began laughing again, causing nervous giggles to bubble up in Sophie's throat. As Jiva chose his own color, a bright red, and made a streak with his paw, Sophie jumped back into painting, her tiny paw dipping in yellow this time before slapping down on a corner with excessive force, sending more droplets spattering up at her. Trigger hated cleaning her up after she was painting, mainly because she liked being covered in paint, thank you very much, and she didn't like baths.

When his streak was done, he shook off his paw, and she spluttered a bit as red spattered her, mostly because some of it had gotten into her mouth. She smacked her chops, wrinkling her nose at the taste, and then shook off her own paw, deliberately in his direction, and stuck her nose in the air like a haughty princess. She continued painting, finding a pretty pinkish red that she thought would look good with her yellow and green. She pressed a tiny paw into the pink, and was searching for the perfect place for it on the paper when a deliciously evil idea came to her.

Pretending to keep searching for the perfect place, she scuttled a bit closer to him, and then, with a sly glance that entirely betrayed her plan, she turned and lunged for him, her paws scrabbling for purchase as she attempted to plant her paint-covered paw on his face. The highest she could reach without help would be his neck or shoulder though, but she figured that was just as bad. Boys, if she remembered her conversation with Boothe correctly, didn't like girly colors, and she'd never seen one more girly than this.

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Jiva Takekuro

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03-07-2012, 05:57 AM

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Word Count :: 209
OOC: I'll be better from now on i promise!!! sorry for short reply Sad

Jiva continued to paint, though nothing in particular. He liked the colors and how they blended in together, this wasn’t too bad actually, kinda fun oddly enough. If his dad could see him now.... his mother would freak and throw him in the ocean to clean him off and he knew his dad would laugh shake his head and leave. Him being so tied up in his birds he cared little for anything else except his family and hunting. It made him wonder why Niro left. But his mind didn’t stray far for long as the little girl came closer to him little by little, then lunged at him with a pink colored paw. Jiva yelped and tried falling back but it was too late. She got the ghastly color on him. He made a face then, went to smear some of his orange colored paw over the top of her head, a good way to make a girly mohawk. Though it was not different to him as his sister has one as natural as his father. He chuckled as he went for her, doubting he would get her as she was already on all fours and he was only sitting down but it was worth a try.

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