falling asleep in strange places

Alma · 04-05-2012, 07:27 PM

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Backdated some unspecified earlier time in March?

In Character

Alma's sling was soon to come off. She was excited, and blew off some of the resulting energy by running all over the wastes - it was the only thing she could do with her arm still impaired. Afterwards, she turned and headed back to the mansion where the Resarcio Enkiel resided. However, she hesitated at actually entering.

It wasn't that she was afraid of it falling on her, as she'd so often worried when she thought of the mansion; in fact that fear had almost receded from her mind after spending a few days in Enkiel's makeshift hospital. She still hated buildings, of course, she was just confident this particular building had enough upkeep to stop it from falling apart. Instead, she was afraid of bothering the stoic male by continually asking when she could take the sling off.

The coyote stood at the door, looking thoughtful. After a moment's pause, she turned and wandered aimless around the mansion. She walked past the firepit where meetings were held, past the lake and the dirt-filled pool. Alma's exhaustion made her stop near the driveway; her injury and the running she'd done earlier was starting to catch up to her.

She laid down and rolled as much as she could with her arm in a sling, so she could create a suitable bed from the dead grass. When it was smooth and to her liking, she curled up into a ball. Her injured arm rested on top of her, her snout tucked beneath it. Her large, rust-colored ears were still visible. The coyote's tail covered her back legs, though as she drifted off into sleep, it twitched occasionally.

Timori de le Poer · 04-08-2012, 10:18 PM

He had been sneaking through the tall grasses. The young Infernian child had escaped his captives this day and was adventuring on his own. They were fools, the lot of them, thinking that they were smart enough to keep him confined in the rooms of the mansion. Doors, hah. They were just another test of his skill as a mastermind in this world. His newest challenge lay just before him. Some unsuspecting victim had laid down to rest in the very area he was patrolling this day. His oversized ears pricked forward as a smile lit upon his lips. He would master the mountain before him and conqueror it before the day was through.

He crouched down low as he made his approach, the large pup was quiet for one with such large paws. He paused as the creature shifted slightly, his paw poised in midair as he silently waited for her to settle again. A devilish grin spread across his maw as the time passed and he was on the move once more. Soft clover underpaw made his job easier as he slide through the meadow with ease, his blue eyes brilliant and shining with the excitement of the task at hand as he shifted behind the mountain of a clan member, his tiny shoulders edging back and forth as he prepared to pounce.

And just like that the hybrid child sprang upon his victim, one fang catching on her fur as he scrambled to the top of the fluffy mountain of Infernian. His little fangs sprouted like a little snaggletoothed cat as he howled his victory in a pathetic attempted at showing who was boss. How hard could it be.. attacking the slumbering mountain of Alma after all.

Alma · 04-09-2012, 01:17 PM

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I know I have other threads to reply to, but I had to get to this one first because OMG PUPPY

In Character

Her chest moved with a steady rise and fall, signifying that the adult was in deep sleep. In her dreams, she was exploring the mansion alone. There was very little difference from the first time she went inside - except the walls were brighter, and it was considerably less spooky. Alma wandered the halls alone, her mind making up the details when her memory failed. One such room had a tree in the middle of it, and grass growing in place of carpet or floorboards. The coyote looked up, and saw that the tree had broken through the ceiling. Some of it was still left, but there was just enough to see its branches reach up to the sky.

It was at that moment that the pup pounced on her. Her mind interpreted it as the ceiling falling in. A board fell upon her back, pinning her there with a single nail. Alma opened her eyes and screamed, "AAAAAAAAUGGGHH-" She pulled her head out from underneath her arm, ears swiveling this way and that. Her eyes could see that she was surrounded by grass, but she did not yet realize that she was outside. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-" She turned her head to see what was on her backside, pinning her down. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaa- oh." She found herself gazing at a howling pup.

The female coyote was silent for a moment, staring at the little thing. It looked more wolf than coyote, but that wasn't unusual in the hybrid clan. She wasn't inclined to discriminate; it was just a puppy, it didn't have a choice over which parent it looked like and she herself had known what it was like to be treated differently because she took after the wrong parent. Still, Alma had to wonder who its parents were, and where they were now. It reminded her of the puppies Amy had surely killed, and for a brief moment Alma entertained the notion that this was one of them. "Where did you come from?"

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