Colors and promises

Wretch D'Angelo · 03-31-2012, 02:40 PM

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Is it OK to backdate this by a few days?

There was only so much in the girl; she could only go so far in one day. She had finally stopped to rest for the night, thanking the heavens above that she had been able to find a dry place to set up camp at. The tree's branches were long, but when she pushed the long tendrils aside she'd been able to see a dry patch that had been protected from the storm that had swept over the lands. Wretch had been fighting the winds and rain for the better part of the day, and now that it was night time she was planning to resign herself to the fact that she wouldn't get all the way down to the southern pack by the end of the day. She could rest, instead, and prepare for the next day's travels.

She'd scarcely eaten all day, wanting to trudge on through and weather the gusts of wind and slashing raindrops, and now her stomach growled at her as she prepared an area to sit down and rest. She pulled a few branches apart on the tree, watching the rain roar down from the clouds as lightning streaked across the sky above. Storms weren't her favorite thing, but they didn't bother her much. She no longer feared the rumbling thunder and flashes of light like she had when she was a pup. Wretch began to pull various items out of her pack. A piece of flint and steel were the most prized possessions that she had, and she took them from one of the side pockets with careful fingers.

With the dry pieces of tinder she kept in her pack, starting a fire wasn't all that difficult. The girl had one going in a few minutes, smoke traveling out of her tree-shelter through the hole in the branches that she'd yanked apart previously. She'd worn a cloak made of oiled leather on this day, certain that a storm was brewing the morning that she'd left. The girl had brought a few items to try to trade with the pack, if they were interested. She specialized in making slings for smaller luperci and pups to use to hunt, slings that used a simple rock to knock a bird from the trees or a rabbit on the skull. Her other weapon was a bow, though she used that less often. The strings that she used were very difficult to find and her last one had snapped. She'd have to try and find some when she passed through Halifax next. Wretch coughed a bit as she folded her cloak up, sitting on top of it. Her hands were cold and wet and so was her face, and she leaned into the fire to feel the warmth of it as the skies grew darker outside.

Frodo Silvertongue · 04-01-2012, 03:21 PM

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Word Count :: 512 That's fine ^^ Personally it's be much better for me if we backdated it anyway. Anything from the 25th to the 29th would be prefered.

There was a storm brewing on the horizon. The ground was wet, wetter than the norm for spring, and already the clouds were inking their way towards a chilling grey. And then the skies turned black, the stars refusing to show themselves as the winds opened up to shower everyone and everything with rain. The air was depressing, and cold, and empty, but it was Frodo’s favourite type of weather. He loved storms. The young man tilted back his head to watch the water spill down from above; opened up his waterskins and held them up and outwards. Storms were a good sign; it meant the cleansing of the earth and an infinite supply of water. When his waterskins were full, Frodo tidied them back into his saddle bags and continued to pace lazily through the wet earth. His fur was flecked with mud, coat stuck to his body damply and cloak dripping wet, yet he was still content.

He’d already rested a couple of hours ago, and was willing to go on riding through the night. The lightning and thunder overhead only made things more interesting; sounds to listen to made him feel at ease, for it was the silence that he feared. The downside of such unruly weather had Strider spooking every so often, the horse more fidgety than usual, but Frodo was strong enough to control his steed, so this became little a problem. And in some moments, the wolf would pat the equine and whisper calming words, and the chance of Strider spooking became close to none.

Frodo was blind to the world but could easily navigate, his trusty sense of smell and hearing never ceasing to please him. However, there was a sudden light up ahead. The man tilted his head, wondering who could be setting up camp in the horrible weather, and he squeezed the stallion with his thighs. The light was fire, a pinpoint, clear as day, in the pitch of night. Whoever had set it must have been either in a group or unwary, or perhaps foolish, because fires attracted many a traveller in a storm such as this; and not all of them friendly. Luckily for Wretch, Frodo was a kind fellow. And when he finally dismounted his horse to see her under a tree, by the fire, he decided to greet her; and warn her. Evenin‘. he spoke in musical tones. He noted she was all by herself, and frowned. Looking down through the branches, the man crouched so he was at eye level. It’s dangerous fer someone, all chalk and cheese, to light a fire at night, ‘specially on their Todd Sloane… you’ll attract ‘em all, like moths to a flame. Murderers, rapists, they all hang roun’ at night, searchin’. the luperci waggled a finger. Frodo sat down with his back to her, his eyes directing Strider to stay where he was. Here, I’ll keep watch…you can go get some kip, you follow? he offered, only too friendly, though he doubted she’d trust him.

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Wretch D'Angelo · 04-04-2012, 12:47 PM

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Sure :] Let's say the 27th, then

She had certainly learned her lesson about fires at night, but had thought that her own small circle of flames was better hidden due to the branches of the tree. She hadn't realized that the hole she'd made in the branches would reveal her fire as well, not just allow for smoke to escape. Wretch had only sought to dry herself off a bit and get warm before she'd put her cloak back on and lay down to sleep on the cushion of moss and dead leaves below her. She'd put it out, then. The silver canine was a small hybrid without much fat on her to keep her warm during nights like these. Drops of rain slid down the long branches of the tree, absorbing into the soggy ground as soon as they touched it. She watched this in silence, holding her frozen hands out to the fire.

Rustling outside of the tree branches brought her out of her reverie. She reached quickly for the knife that she kept strapped to her side. Wretch had grown up quite a bit since her days in Ichika. She'd found that she had a very strong fight or flight instinct when it came to unknown canines disrupting her. She'd chosen to light this fire, raising the chance that someone would come along and disturb her. Other canines were not always friendly, even when they spoke friendly words...so she was naturally wary of anyone that she came across. She was never too worried about being harmed, though, as she was a swift runner and only carried a few essential items on her at all times. Wretch pulled her pack up from the ground, shoving her cloak into it and halfway-standing up beneath the branches. She'd be ready to run in case the other chose to come in with a blade.

Another skill that she'd honed was her ability to climb. With her light frame, she'd found herself adept at climbing. In the city, she'd gone from rooftop to rooftop when the buildings were close enough together, and in the forest she often climbed trees to evade those who wished to harm her. The creature that she'd heard outside of the branches stuck his head inside and spoke, and she glared back at him. Her coat puffed up in defense, making her appear slightly larger. She held her knife in one hand, her other on the trunk of the tree. He smelled unfamiliar to her, a scent she hadn't come across many times in the past. Wretch didn't answer after his first words, trying to see if he was going to make a move toward her.

When he mentioned keeping watch for her, she snorted incredulously. Like he would keep watch. More than likely, he'd wait for her to fall asleep and kill her then. Or worse. F-First you imply that I am a fool for having a fire...then you think I would believe that you wish to guard me? W-What gain would that bring you? Her hands were cold, and shook slightly around the blade. "You'd just kill me the second I closed my eyes. I ought to just run off right now, be on my way. I'm warm enough." Her words were untrue, however - a trained eye would be able to see how she shivered.

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