A Fine Kettle of Fish

Caprica D'Angelo · 02-07-2012, 06:48 PM

[html]

Words: 300+

After her last visit, Caprica had been a little embarrassed to show her face - especially with the bay mare trailing her, she stood out as the same woman who had caused all the trouble with the horses. Not a reputation the Anatheman woman appreciated. She would rather be known for her hoarder's collection of beautiful objects, her delicious tasting recipes or her tree-trunk upper arms that could slice a bear in half with a katana. Well, that wasn't exactly what happened, but it wasn't so far off. She allowed herself a grin at the thought. That's it, just smile it all away, girl. Someone smiled back, a stranger who thought she meant to beam at them and although this inspired a swift change to a haughty scowl - watch it, fella - Caprica felt a little better, tying her mare - very, very carefully - to a tree half-way up the path that led from the lake to her woven wooden house. This was here all-year round, or would be from now on - she'd made it weeks before she ever even heard of the festival. It was only young hazel trees naturally bent into shape, but it provided a sort of roof and walls. Caprica was a big fan of not having to walk too far. So when she made her excursions to tap the Sugarwood trees, she thought it best to have somewhere to stay. Of course, it was amazingly handy for the festival too.

She walked now towards the lake, though, trusting her travois to lie untouched where it was. Who would steal from the mountain pack? The confidence of this thought showed in her walk, a swaggering sashaying gait which led her to the shallow shoreline of the frozen waters. Scarves around her head, shoulders and hips and a dark green bottle in one hand completed the piratical picture. She had no plan for this evening, but the glimmering blue dusk sky and the hum of stranger's voices gave her hope that one would not take long to emerge. Business could wait till the morning.

Image courtesy of Ant Jackson@Flickr; Table by the Mentors!

Neela Garcia · 02-13-2012, 08:00 AM

[html]

Lupus form ^_^

Neela dozed gently, her nose pressed into her thigh and tail wrapped around her head. Neela was currently situated in a hollow between several bushes near the lake which she had claimed as a sleeping area while she was staying at the festival. The barrel which housed her trading supplies - mostly whiskey and a few furs by this point - was placed blocking the largest of the gaps left by the bushes, giving the collie some cover from the wind.

Combine that with a very comfy bear fur that had been spread across the ground and all in all Neela had a rather cosy sleeping place, well suited to sleeping off the last nights whiskey. With the majority of her trading done Neela had become somewhat nocturnal recently, preferring to be awake more for the festivities that occurred after the sun had set and the fires were lit than the trading during the day The collie didn't find herself overly bothered by this reversal of her sleep pattern; long journeys on the Meria had taught her to adapt when situations required her to sleep abnormally.

Noises outside, footsteps and the voices of strangers, drew Neela from her sleep, the collie hybrid's ears twitching irritably as she emerged into the land of the living and gazed around her makeshift shelter; the low light breaking through the leaves indicating that it was around evening. Grumbling lowly to herself Neela yawned, a long action which displayed the rows of small but sharp teeth sitting in her mouth, and then stuck her head out through the leaves.

Neela likely appeared rather odd, a head and nothing else sticking out of the bushes but at the moment she didn’t care. Instead she was taken up with gazing around at the scenery. Several canines of varying breeds and sizes were spread around the shore of the lake a few metres away and Neela gazed over curiously, looking to see if there was anybody she recognised.

332+

[/html]

Caprica D'Angelo · 02-18-2012, 07:08 PM

[html]

Words:

Caprica was not of the floaty, poetic brood of her family, but one of the earthier and more powerfully built wolves, with her grandfather's strong face. When she planted her feet on the ground, there was no doubting her presence. A more subtle personality was nearby somewhere, for Caprica could taste the scent of somebody she recognised although none she could see matched the description. She tucked back her fringe of hair, peering curiously around. A friend would be perfect right now - hell, even an acquaintance. The young woman continued to trace her steps around the lake's perimeter, coming to rest as she lost the scent completely, perhaps in a mixture of stronger ones coming from elsewhere, or in a gust of errant wind. She turned around once, meaning to check behind her one final time, and that was when the undergrowth shivered like a curtain, before spitting out a cream-and-red head that Caprica knew. The recognition wasn't enough to stop her staggering backwards in surprise, arms flailing to recover her balance, before a foot found the lake's frozen surface and all was lost. Caprica skidded on her heel, the other foot unable to even find a purchase on the ice and went down flat on her back, the bottle of wine falling from her hand to smash messily on the frosted surface. Caprica was momentarily winded, one hand resting on her heaving chest as she let out a pathetic moan; but already she could tell nothing but her dignity and her bottle were damaged.

Image courtesy of Ant Jackson@Flickr; Table by the Mentors!

Neela Garcia · 03-11-2012, 06:38 PM

[html]

Sorry about the wait X_X

A half familiar scent met Neela's nostrils and the collie gazed curiously at a black furred face that she shortly remembered as that of the Anatheman, Caprica. The concerned gaze quickly turned to amusement as the younger woman jumped backwards in shock at Neela's appearance, slipping on the ice and landing solidly on the ice.

The impact looked, and sounded, painful; the sound accented by breaking glass as Caprica dropped a bottle of wine which smashed against the hard ice. Neela winced and concern broke through her amusement at the spectacle, lacing her voice as she called out, "Cap? Ya okay?" Neela padded forward out of the bush, arcing her back as she stretched out her back muscles before trotting over to Caprica, carefully making her way onto the ice.

Neela hovered her eyes and nose over Caprica's body as the collie strode along her, thankfully detecting no signs of blood nor serious injury. Satisfied that Caprica's pride seemed more damaged than her actual body Neela nosed her muzzle agains't the younger female's cheek, giving her ears a quick licking, "Cmon Cap, up ya get."

186+

[/html]

Caprica D'Angelo · 03-15-2012, 08:13 AM

Caprica turned her head to lie sideways on the ice, looking out over the deep purple wine stain. She watched it flowing across the sheer surface with a rather sombre expression, and then felt a touch on her cheek, heard a familiar voice. She lay unmoving for another moment, only turning her head to look at Neela with a pained grimace. Then she couldn't hold it, and her face split into raucous giggles. "You saw nothing," she told the collie as she pushed herself up onto her elbows. "Hi, Neela. Good to see ya! Been here long?" Caprica was certain she wasn't going to make it onto her feet without performing some kind of similar stunt - plus, quite a few portions of her anatomy were beginning to ache. She wanted to delay a little and gather her wits before trying to get back to shore.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?