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Jiva Takekuro · 03-12-2012, 07:15 PM

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Word Count :: 424 OOC: Erf sorry took so long :O. If you need me to change something let me know!!

He had been heading for a haunt he used to find a good one when he wanted to be alone, after his scare up the mountain with Titania he needed a bit of alone time at least from the pack, for only a short while. He had loved the shattered coast even as a puppy. How could he not, for that was where he grew up, born in a cave by the sea, with a wooden door and floor, the only one you would find with a craft father who had a way with his hands. He had called himself a Jack of all trades once but even to this day Jiva didn’t know what that meant. Even thinking of it now as he strode on two feet, not his norm, letting Tobias rest upon his arm; he still couldn’t understand no matter how he thought of it, but one day he would learn and what would that make him? Just one more wolf knew knew an old phrase, for that’s what his dad had called it. He let his thoughts stray as he moved in the open expanse that was becoming the territory of the Shattered coast, but he still had a few miles to go before he would reach the rocky watery coastline.

Now he was just in an open meadow, the wind blew, though it was chilly the promise of spring came with it. The kind of chilly one waited for. New plants, new life new hunting. The young man smiled smelling the damp air for it had rained only lightly and it was a wonderful smell. It smelled of promises to come. Soon very soon the flowers would be out blooming, and the sun would stay with them longer to warm the days so that the wintery cold would at last be gone. Jiva didn’t mind the cold, but he loved the season of Spring for it wasn’t freezing nor was it hot, it was a time where he could just lay down and feel the utmost comfort. Yes he thought to himself as he moved through the grasses and the bird jerked from his arm and flew up, giving a quiet bird call to him letting him know he was scouting. Jiva watched the bird wishing he too could fly, then he wouldn’t be so afraid of heights. He soon was humming a melody his mother had taught him when he was a pup and moved through the grasses carefree and happy as a pup could ever be.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

Image courtesy of Ed Gaillard

Sandra Wright · 03-20-2012, 09:12 AM

Sandra had been in the area for a short time already. Having skirted around the pack lands, and keeping to herself mostly. While for the most part it was easy to stay out of sight and out of mind it did make things difficult when it came time to feed herself. Sometimes packs where a good thing, but for now her goal was to avoid them and to remain out of sight. Sandra didn’t want to tip her brother off to her being in the area, if he indeed had remained where she had hoped he had landed. Firstly she just wanted to collect information, and once enough had been acquired she’d go about working on a way of just how to meet him, or persuade him to join her and the rest of their family.

Her fleeting few moments of meeting other canines had been brief so far, only letting herself be scene when she wanted to be. Sandra’s green eyes scanned along the landscape, her own form keeping close to the tree lines and cover that was afforded her currently, but green eye’s happened upon someone else, someone in the meadow and her interest peaked. It would be easy to have an interaction and if things got dicey for her to disappear just as easily as she appeared to him. Soft footsteps carried her lithe form forward as she crossed out into the open, feeling the familiar cover and shadows release her and the sun shining down on her.

Long legs carried her toward him, and her throat cleared to announce her presence. Her face lighting up with a slight smile and her body language becoming overly girly as hands where clasped behind her back.
“Hello there Mister? What brings you here?”

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