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Forest Oasis. He's calm right now. xD


The golden cub had been adamant about going to Cercatori d’Arte once the Court got wind of their new ship and the opening of its borders. He still remembered the nice young lady who’d painted the veve on him, and he was excited in general at the chance to visit a pack that wasn’t his own. Since the ocean incident, he’d been glad to stay inside his own territory for a while, but the chance to visit a new place safely was not something to be overlooked. And so he’d yelped and yapped and pleaded and promised, creating the most potent puppy faces known to wolfkind until he’d wheedled his way into going with an escort.

The journey to d’Arte was much longer than he had anticipated for his still-growing legs, and the wolfdog had been distracted by every sound and smell in the Ethereal Eclipse. Despite her own mischievous antics, Terra had managed to keep him on the right track, and they made it to the borders and were let inside without incident.

By now, Skoll had detached from his caregiver and was running excitedly through the territory all by himself. There was a d’Artisan at every corner, it seemed like, spread thin though with very watchful eyes. With the tightened security, the child was safe from danger, and his explosive curiosity led him absolutely everywhere.

Eventually, his wanderings took him along a worn forest path toward the scent of cool freshwater. The sight of the icy pool might have made him uneasy, but it looked quaint and calm next to the turbulent ocean, and the reek of brine and seaweed was absent. He was still very cautious, however, and walked toward the shore as if the oasis harbored a monster that would lunge out at him at any moment.

The song of birds who’d stayed throughout the winter filled the cool air, and the sun prince dropped onto his belly once he’d found a nice stick to chew on. The foreign odor of the pack lands flooded his nose, and his bright green eyes scanned the treetops and the placid pond with the warmth of contentment.


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OOC here!

Bambi had been keeping a careful watch over her rabbits since the incident with Zoom. Firefly seemed to some what miss his presence, but Avery looked to just be happy he had less competition now. She expected the two rabbits she had left to breed soon. She wasn't sure how many kits they would produce, but she doubted that the belly of little Firefly could hold more then two. Little did she know, rabbits tend to have around litters of seven..


"Careful." The girl warned, raising a finger to point at the rabbit threateningly. Firefly, naturally ignored the suggestion, hopping forward and splashing into the water. Normally, she would have rushed over right away. But the water wasn't that deep, and after all, they were science experiments. She was supposed to find out how they reacted to different things. At first, it looked as if she was going to immediately get out. But instead, she sat up on her back feet, using her tiny paws to wet her face with water. Avery made his way towards her, not as eager about the idea of going in. After a few moments she climbed back out, wandering a few hops away and nibbling on grass that the snow had revealed.


Bambi's ears perked as her nose alerted her of a nearby canine. She stood up, brushing off her loincloth with her paws to rid it of any gathered dirt. "Hello?" She said quietly. "Who's there?"

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Aaaand now he's not calm at all. xD He isn't going to chase the rabbits though, if she tells him quickly they're friends; he understands that concept. :3 /+3


The twig crunched between his jaws, the bark sliding along his tongue, his jaw muscles aching sweetly when he worked on gnawing the stick’s thicker end. Even if he had grown out of his particularly mouthy stage, the child supposed that any wolf or dog liked a good thing to chew on like a stick or a bone. Next to the calm water, it was blissful—but like all tranquility, it was eventually interrupted.

The voice of another canine calling out softly made his head lift, and the puppy immediately abandoned the stick to bark back. “Skoll Haskel’s there!” he yelled, and jumped up onto all fours with a quick shake of his pale golden pelt. Green eyes darted to the merle form of another luperci, and he scrambled over to her with all the exuberance of youth. She smelled like the pack lands, which he knew meant she was from d’Arte and that he had to be on his best behavior for her.

“Hi, I’m Skoll,” the prince chirped in case she hadn’t made that conclusion earlier. “Are you a dog? My daddy’s a dog, and I’m half a dog, and my good friend Caspa is part a dog. Your fur’s really pretty though, I never sawed fur like that.” He grinned broadly then froze all of a sudden, his ears swiveling and nostrils flaring as he became aware of another presence on the shore of the pool.

He whirled around then, hackles stiff with excitement, and stared at the pair of rabbits nibbling the frost-dusted grass. They were really close, and they reminded him of the time he’d chased a rabbit with Liam—unsuccessfully, but it’d been fun. His excited smile broke out again; he reared up on his hind legs in an excited sort of dance and proclaimed:

“Rabbit!”


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OOC here!


Bambi ran her fingers through her mane a few times, smoothing it down then twisting it in to a long silver braid. Her spotted ears flickered as she heard the snapping of branches, causing her to become more alert. It was one of the reasons she liked forests, if you could speak its language, you could detect almost anything. Sure enough, true to the wildwood's warning, a four legged critter popped out from behind a tree. He seemed to be happy, and the way he carried himself automatically made her stand up a tad straighter herself.


The dog couldn't help but crack a smile at his cheery demeanor, "I'm Bambi or Five. Nice to meet you, Skoll." She occasionally used her number as her last name, rather than Lafron. It wasn't that she disliked her actual last name, she had just become so attached to her numeral after using only that for so many years. She listened on as the young being spoke, now questioning her origin. "Yep! I'm an.. An Aussie they used to call it, I think." She said, meeting his eyes and smiling softly.


Only when she gave herself a moment to take in the appearance of the stranger did she realize how small he was. Bambi herself was around 2 years.. But this wolfdog in front of her looked to be only a few months. She had never really dealt with pups before- For she was more of a worker than a caregiver. "Where is your mum?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. Bambi never got to bond with her mother, but she knew to others, they were usually an important influence on their life. "Are you lost?" She was more so worried than curious.. "Imagine the trouble we'd get into if we were harboring a lost pup,"

She was overwhelmed with the adorable excitement that filled Skoll when he saw her bunnies. They were closer now and Firefly was peering up at the stranger, her nose wiggling furiously as she sniffed him out. "The white one- That's Firefly. And the brown one is Avery.. He's not as friendly." The tan rabbit hung back closer to Bambi, sitting halfway on her foot. As she remembered the experience with Terra where her other male rabbit had been killed, she spoke again. "They're friends, okay? Not food. But we can catch something if you're hungry?" She wasn't sure it someone of his age would know how to hunt, but she decided to offer it anyways.

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+5


The pretty merle woman introduced herself as “Bambi or Five,” and he giggled lightly at the thought of a number as a name. Maybe she was the fifth puppy in the litter? He did like the name Bambi, though, and he nodded in acknowledgment to show it. He paused then as she mentioned she was an Aussie, and his ears cocked forward with curiosity. He didn’t know there were names for different kinds of dogs, only that dogs could look wild and crazy and different while still being part of the same species.

“I dunno what I am,” Skoll admitted. His lineage was fairly clear, however: the size of one who benefited from the hybrid vigor of wolf-dog mating, with a tail that could either wag limply behind him or curl up like a malamute’s if it wanted to. The shepherd in him showed in some of the finer points as well as his base creamy-ish fur, though the more wolfish breed was dominant. After mulling this over, he concluded with a cheeky smile, “I’m not an Aussie though!”

The flop-eared female tilted her head to the side, asking suddenly where his mother was and if he was lost. The prince quickly huffed and lifted his head indignantly. He didn’t realize that his foreigner’s scent as well as his presence alone in the d’Arte pack lands could be a cause of concern, only that he had been brought over here due to the open borders.

“Mom is back in Cour des Miracles,” Skoll stated simply, his head bobbing once. “Not lost at all! I’m never lost.” Except for the few times he’d ventured into the forest, and even in the hills with the border only a few mounds away, but he was not going to admit that to a stranger! “My friend Terra brought me ’n’ see the boat,” he explained after another moment.

The conversation dissipated as soon as the exciting scents of the rabbits wafted up to his nose, and his whole body shook with his wagging tail as the white one hopped toward him and sniffed fearlessly. It was strange for a rabbit to be so close; most darted away at the sight or sound of him. His tongue lolled from his jaws, but he did not lunge for them as his instincts dictated; Bambi was giving their names then informing him quickly that they were friends.

“That’s funny,” the golden boy said, wrinkling his nose. “Alder’s gotta cat friend Hickory though; I guess it’s okay.” He shrugged, not really believing this to be an issue. He grew up in a somewhat humanized pack where pets and horses were kept, so it was only a slight stretch of the imagination when it came to rabbits. He’d still eat one if he saw it out in the wild, however.

“Oh! I’m a little hungry. Am I allowed to eat here?” His wide green eyes flickered to the merle canine uncertainly. He wasn’t sure what the rules about being in a different pack’s land were, but since she was a member, he guessed it would be okay so long as she gave him permission.



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Wc; 479



"Lots of people don't know exactly what they are." Bambi stated reassuringly, smiling back at the pup. She had not gotten the name of the female that she had a not so pleasant run in with. But she put two and two together in hearing that Skoll had come here with someone who was also most likely from his same pack- CdM. Her floppy ears erected as he continued on speaking, trying to think back to the last time she had heard someone say so much in such a short amount of time. "Ah, yes, the boat. Quite pretty, eh? I hear that we are one of the only packs here to have one," She said, her voice full of pride. She had not participated in the building on the boat due to her absence- But still felt proud that her fellow pack mates had worked together to build something that grand. "And lovely!"

Bambi listened politely as he rambled on, now speaking of his friend named Hickory- "Or, was it the cat who's name was Hickory?" Who had a cat. Either way, the name reminded her of a nice little rhyme some of the slaves used to quietly utter to keep their spirits up while they worked. She sang it to out loud, seeing if she could recall all the words:

"Hickory, dickory, dock,

The mouse ran up the clock;

The clock struck one,

And down he run,

Hickory, dickory, dock."

Normally she would have been content with singing it to herself, but when she had thought back to the warmness it had filled her with upon hearing someone teach her a nice little poem, she decided otherwise. "Pretty, isn't it? Slav..-" She caught herself almost speaking of her past. "Stupid, Bambi! He's just a pup." Continuing on, she edited her previous statement. "People, I mean, used to sing that at my home. Strange that someone would give some thing that name. " Slaves were people too anyways. All her life her masters had done different things to try and take her identity away- Make her seem more of an object- A sacrifice, more so- Then an actual person. But they couldn't be right.. Could they?


"That you are, Skoll." She said, her docked tail wiggling behind her. "What would you like? We've got rodents, berries, eggs.. And even some insects, if that's what you'd like." She said, giving the pup a playful wink. "By the way, I have my own kitty. She knows high speech.. But she's very sick right now." She tried to avoid allowing her voice to show emotion, but it was without success.


Bambi squatted down, scooping up a rabbit in each of her hands. She cradled them against her chest, walking over to where their cages were sitting and locking them both up.

Bambi

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You didn't mention Nana at all in the earlier posts, so that was kind o out of nowhere; I think Skoll woulda noticed her otherwise... xD; I went ahead and disregarded that part. +3


Bambi reassured him that not everyone knew their exact lineage, and with a tilt of his head, Skoll pondered that point. He supposed it would be hard to trace back exactly, especially with so many hybrids around. This he didn’t mind, however, as mixed blood resulted in strong offspring a lot of the time. His knowledge on this subject was limited, obviously, but with all of the awesome wolfdogs in the pack—not to mention a trickster coywolf, a mixed-breed-dog-king, and a ghost-lady—he could only conclude it was for the best.

He grinned as the Aussie mentioned Cercatori d’Arte being the only pack with a boat, and he couldn’t help but counter her pride with a boast of his own. “The boat’s very pretty and big and cool, but when I get big, I’m gonna build somethin’ better ’n a boat!” He had no idea what was better than a boat, but he would invent something amazing. “All by myself,” he added swiftly, tilting his chin up. It was amazing all of the artisans had worked together on the seafaring vessel, but he wanted to make something himself, so he could be truly useful to his comrades in the Court.

After his display of arrogance, the golden pup pricked his ears as the female began to sing a song. He was used to his mother murmuring French nursery rhymes and other songs to help him and his siblings fall asleep, but he hadn’t heard this one before. He giggled at the rhyme scheme, although he didn’t quite understand it. Clocks were silent creatures, marked with lines and with hands you could chew on sometimes; he’d never heard of them keeping time pre-apocalypse. It was still nice, though, and he had a mind to recite the rhyme to the orange and white kitten next time he saw him.

“I like it,” Skoll said of the poem. “It’s silly,” he added, but that obviously didn’t detract from his opinion.

His mind switched quickly back to food when she listed off all the yummy things to eat, although he’d never had some of that stuff before. He crinkled his nose at mention of insects, remembering crunching down on the hard shell of one he’d found scuttling inside the house. “I never eated an egg,” he said, “but I wanna hunt!” He spun around in a circle, wondering if he could have both—he was a growing boy, after all!

“I wanna eat a ra—” Skoll stopped and stared wide-eyed at the two bunnies Bambi was taking back to their pen. He trotted after her, clearing his throat and amending his statement for sensitivity’s sake. “I wanna eat a…a mouse!” That was better, so long as she didn’t have pet mice, too. He giggled. “We gonna go catch the mouse that ran up the clock!”


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Sorry, got my threads mixed up! Fixed. <3 4 points


Bambi smirked at the talking pup, patting Avery's rump to get him to completely enter his cage. He turned around, rattling the wooden kennel with his body weight. She got to her feet, grasping one of the handles within each of her hands. The rabbits stared up at her with their black, beady eyes. They still hadn't gotten used to being carried around, but there was no easier way to transport them from place to place. She couldn't wrap her mind around what it must feel like.. In her younger days she had experimented with trying to climb trees, but without much luck. Therefore she was always walking, and had never herself experienced the feeling of being off the ground "Maybe I'll build a hammock.. Like Massa Shoke had back at the camp." She pictured the floating bed that had been owned by her master- Strung up between two trees. No one was allowed near it unless they were of high respect, but even from a distance, she couldn't help but be amused by the object.


She had waited longer than expected to reply to the young male, as she had gotten caught up in mental conversation. "Silly?" She adjusted her paw on the handle of the cage, grinning. "It was enough to keep our heads up. Eggs are delicious. You can eat them raw, and the goo from the inside just slides down your throat. Yum!" The aussie licked her lips, tasting a few remaining particles from the last egg she had eaten herself. "But if you wish to hunt.." She paused, putting both of the cages down. "Then we have to be very, very quiet." Bambi stretched out her spine before switching in to her lupus form.


They were still in the forest, just in an area less crowded by trees. Nearby a hollowed out log laid at rest. It wasn't her idea of a home, but she could see the mouse found it quite perfect to momentarily protect him from the cool wind. He had his brown back turned to them, his tail snaked out on the ground behind him. "Okay," She whispered, quiet enough to barely be picked up by Skoll's ears. "now, that log is big, but not big enough for me. So, I need you to go in there, and pounce of the little bugger!" She turned, glancing at Skoll. "I'm counting on you, okay?"

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Thanks! +3


It was strange to see the prey animals transported in the cage, though he remembered the chickens in the Court that he’d been scolded for barking at. He supposed it kept them safe and from running out where they could get eaten. He stared at them for a moment until the merle female addressed him again, and he wagged his tail at the thought of cracking into a delicious egg like that. Perhaps the other Court members would allow him to eat one of the chicken eggs!

He laughed then clamped his pale jaws together when the young woman informed him that he had to be quiet. He remembered some failed hunts on his own, such as the time he’d shouted at a rabbit until his big brother had helped him. Nodding, he waited as she shifted into a four-legged form, a twinge of envy twisting his stomach as he remembered he wanted to do just the opposite. As he suppressed these feelings, he followed her further into the forest, where the trees opened up to a more sparse area. His green eyes set on the fallen log, and his nostrils flared as he caught the scent of a small animal.

Bambi whispered in his ear, and the boy nodded almost imperceptibly. His childish delight at this hunting mission had passed on into almost adult seriousness as he crept forward, paw over paw. His body was tense as he attempted to avoid things that would make noise—though other cues would be picked up by the mouse if he wasn’t fast: the vibrations of his footsteps, his scent, the sound of his breathing uncontrolled despite his efforts.

It was when he grew closer to the log that he realized his size wasn’t going really going to allow him inside. He was a puppy, yes, but he was large for his age, and at an age where he would be biggish anyway. He wasn’t that much smaller than Bambi by that point, with his father’s large dog blood flowing through his veins. He hunched a little bit to get in a better position, but the mouse felt him move and darted.

Skoll barked loudly and whirled around, plodding after the small creature. He rushed past Bambi, crashing through the snow-dusted grass. Luckily, he managed to corner the mouse against a broad tree whose large roots formed a V-shape as they spread away from the main trunk. One pale paw struck at the creature, which squeaked in pain and alarm, and he batted at it again before lunging forward and snapping his jaws around the little animal.

The crunch of bone under his teeth brought him back to the present, and his eyes grew wide as suns. The prince turned slowly in Bambi’s direction and continued to gaze at her as if to say, “I got it!”


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Even with his young age, Skoll proved to be an excellent listener. She always imagined youngsters as not being able to focus on things for more than a few moment- Much like herself when she was excited. She tried to keep from fretting as the wolfdog took off to preform her task. She wouldn't be sharing the meal with him, for it was to small for both of them. Plus, she never really liked the taste of mouse. Others that she had spoken to, mostly that would secretly make a meal out of them while tending to the barn in her camp, said that they tasted like chicken. But she found the meat to be quite dry, especially after being cooked.

She had come to the realization not so long ago that not everyone cooked their food. She would eat things raw when she was to lazy to make a fire, or if she was really hungry. But otherwise, she enjoyed sitting around and watching the flames lick at the sky as she toasted her food. It wasn't so much that it made her prey taste different, or even better. She had just grown so used to the ritual that it felt strange not participating in it.

She had watched him rush by her and went against helping. It was difficult for her to simply ignore an easy prey just running past her, but she felt that he would feel more proud of himself if he had done it without her help. Her sensitive hackles caught the sound of the neck of the critter snapping, and she immediatly patted over to congratulate him. "You got him, Skoll!" Her docked tail wagged slightly behind her. "He won't be running up anymore clocks now. " She stated with a smile.

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When the cobra runs for her life, she goes like a whip-lash flicked across a horse's neck.

Word Count - 236 :: Excuse my crap post.

Perhaps a young luperci more removed from their instincts would have been horrified and guilty at the crush of small bones and organs on their tongue. The dog hybrid was tuned to his wolf ancestry, however, and he did not spare the mouse’s person a second thought other than relishing the victory in the cracking sound and the earthy flavors that danced on his tongue. It was only a minor rite of passage—one that would be shadowed by his first shift and his first successful hunt of large prey—but he was giddy with it.

He chuckled around his prize as she praised him and made a joke about the clock-climbing mouse in the rhyme. For a moment, he wondered if he might share with the merle female, but that thought quickly passed into fantasy as he hunkered down on the forest floor. He deposited his little kill and made quick work pecking at the choice pieces of meat on the tiny body. It was hard to resist the temptation of swallowing the entire thing whole, but he hadn’t swallowed even tiny bones before, and he was anxious about getting something stuck in his throat.

“Now eggs?” Skoll asked, his head jerking up as he looked at her. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until she’d brought it up, and the small morsel that was the mouse did not fill a growing boy’s stomach.

Rikki-tikki knew that he must catch her, or all the trouble would begin again.

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