wave goodbye to what you were

Myrika Tears · 04-16-2012, 03:27 AM

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Using pNPCs Chryses and Grigorii. Assuming it's Alma's idea for the stands, ICly? :3 Otherwise, Chry or Grigorii could supply it. Either way! Dated after wood gathering thread.

Myrika is by me!

The mahogany-haired woman stood with her hands on her hips, hard turquoise eyes glaring up at at tree. She shaded her eyes from the morning sun, which was bright today. It was a rare fogless day in the Waste, and that was good for their building purposes. The last thing they needed was another attack while they were constructing defenses against just such a thing. The tawny coyote turned to her companion, a woman several years her elder, with dark gray fur. Her yellow eyes were sharp and narrowed, and she too appraised the surrounding trees.

That one, Chyrses grunted, pointing at tall deciduous tree. It is old and its branches are sturdy. They have survived many storms. The red-haired woman stepped over toward the tree and placed a hand on its bark. Though it appeared smooth at first glance, under her touch it was bumpy and knotted. She tested it with her claws and made a face of approval, nodding. Drawing her claws through the bark, the hybrid marked it for later construction, and the pair moved along through the forest. They were nearly at its edge, and a line of marked trees stretched behind them, the distance between them just enough for each archer to cover his neighbors.

A tawny coyote with a silver streak along both sides joined them shortly thereafter, his arms full of straightened and chopped piece of wood. He was leaving piles of them at the base of each tree, and soon Myri and Chryses would join him.

Alma · 04-18-2012, 05:29 PM

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Gwar.

Although Alma had the idea, she wasn't really sure how it would work. She had never used some of the tools Inferni had, like a hammer or a nail. Woodcarving and bow-making was the extent of her abilities, and she worried that she'd not be able to make a stable structure from which to stand on. Yet, the idea had been approved, so it must be feasible and perhaps someone else in Inferni would know what to do.

The first part - the wood-gathering, had gone well, at least. That was something she knew and understood. Alma could cut, chop or carve the wood into any shape that was needed. The coyote picked up someone of the chopped wood in her arms, and trailed on after the building group. Their combined scent told her where to go, although the smell of fresh cut wood in her arms was distracting. It reminded the orange-haired woman of her woodworking father, and the time he taught her to smell when the wood was too dry, green or too wet to carve. Alma wondered if she should have used the drying technique she used on bowstaves to age this wood. Would it have made any difference?

"Hey." She called out. She approached one of the group from behind, a tawny coyote she didn't recognize and so she assumed to be a newcomer. There was a dark-furred coyote a little further ahead, following beside a red-haired woman whose hair was a shade darker than Alma's own. "Where do you need this?"

Myrika Tears · 04-22-2012, 05:33 AM

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Dude, I can NEVER remember whether my characters have met anyone else's before. WTH is wrong with me? XD Vague Alma/Myri stuff, first para. Let me know if needs edit!

Myrika is by Kiri!

The dark-furred woman moved off ahead, and Myrika caught up after a moment, having spent it watching Grigorii stack a pile of wood at the base of one of the trees. He scrambled off shortly thereafter, but before Myrika could turn away, she noticed another form coming through the woods -- one of pale creams and oranges fiery and bright as the sunset. The Praetorian recognized Alma shortly thereafter, and smiled at her. Grigorii seemed to be answering her question, pointing at another one of the marked tree. The woman shot a glance toward Chryses and thought better of following the surly woman so closely. She seemed to prefer isolation, and so Myri decided it was best to let her have her isolation.

The mahogany-haired woman made her way toward Alma just as Grigorii was skipping off, trotting toward the woodpiles to grab more, no doubt. Soon, they would begin to build, and this was the part Myri truly looked forward to. She wasn't entirely certain how such a thing would work, however, and she was anxious to find out. Hey, she said, moving over toward the other woman and nodding. This was a really good idea, the tawny coyote burbled, a small grin splitting her muzzle. She was ready to work, despite having sustained some recent injuries. There wasn't a coyote amongst them who hadn't, after all.

Alma · 04-27-2012, 01:52 AM

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I don't think they ever met, although I guess we could say they saw each other and talked briefly after a pack meeting.

Alma nodded as the tawny male gestured to another tree, and set some of the wood down. Although archery and woodworking had done a lot to aid the muscles in her arms, she had a feeling they would be hurting by the end of the day. The task was perhaps boring and difficult - especially considering she didn't know how to do it - but it needed to be done. She'd come a long way. Once, a project like this would have sent her running to hide or making excuses. The flame-colored coyote had been a lazy pup, and if her birth pack had a similar idea, she was sure she wouldn't have cared a whit. But this was Inferni, a clan full of coyotes and coyote-hybrids. Although she'd not made very many close friends in her time here, she had felt far more welcome than she had ever been at 'home'.

The male wandered off, and the redhead approached her. Alma peered at her from behind the pile of wood in her arms. "Hi." She shifted her feet slightly, trying to get a better balance so the wood wouldn't fall off while she was talking. "Thanks." There was a slight awkward pause, as the coyote wondered how she was going to explain that she didn't actually know how they were going to build these stands. "I, uh, can't take all the credit for it, though." She said, and decided to delay mentioning her inexperience. "During the last attack, Emmanuelle climbed up a tree to get a better shot. I did the same thing when some horse came running at me. I thought being up a tree might be helpful - so long as your opponent doesn't know you're there and can't throw knives at you, or what not." She huffed a little, as if the latter had happened to her.

Zana Avaya Lykoi · 04-28-2012, 03:31 PM

The small woman had been born to trees, or at least it seemed thatway. She had crawled about in the branches of trees since the first day she had shifted. At one time it had been because she was afraid the world would see her for what she was, but over the years it had become second nature. The small woman had followed along with the builders, quietly climbing the trees that had been selected and finding the best possible branches to anchor the wood too. Leaving her own marks on the wood higher up she would scurry down to the branches below and attempt to keep up to find the next perch.

It took time, but the woman was at home in the trees, even if now her pregnancy was beginning to show and she was slowing on the climb and descent than she once would have been. She had finally caught up to Myrika and Alma, eying the woman she had taunted once as she scrambled up into the branches of the tree they stood by. She had caught the tale end of their conversation and with a growl of her own she stated frankly.

"Then I shall have to choose the deepest parts of the treetops to conceal our forms in.. and make certain that one can aim true through the branches." She grunted softly as she felt her stomach seem to revolt her recent activities. She ignored the tinge of warning it gave her and turned to the other two females. "These will make fine hunting perches as well for deer, elk and other larger prey.. if one is patient enough.." She turned her eyes to the two newer faces of the pack. She knew little of these ones but she didn't say anything, in time they would begin to get to know one another.. it was the way of the clan.

Myrika Tears · 05-01-2012, 05:09 AM

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(370) PPish in assuming Alma gave up some logsss? Also, Shan, can totally see Myri and Zana having weird understanding of each other. XD Myri tries to make herself supa small in voice/demeanor; Zana tries to make herself supa big? Yes? Thought it was funniesss. X3

Myrika is by Raze!

The tawny coyote extended both arms to assist her fellow Infernian with the load of wood. It smelled quite good, freshly cut and smoke dried as it was, though it was certain to leave dust in her fur, requiring some kind of bathing later. This was all fine by Myrika, for it was for the good of the clan. Let me help, she said, her dusky-hued tail wagging a few times. It's still a good idea, no matter how you guys came up with it. Myri did not think tactically -- for all her cousin's efforts, she was no better at it now than when he'd first started training her.

There was a rustling in the trees overhead, and the red-haired woman looked up, blue-green eyes widening as she saw a figure moving about the upper reaches. Zana soon appeared, and Myri wondered at the ability to move through the treetops. She supposed it was an advantage of small size -- certainly, if one of her height and size attempted such feats, she'd end up on the ground with a broken leg -- at best. The woman's gruff tone was received with a flick backwards of both the tawny woman's ears; she was not certain how to receive this, though she remembered Zana's roughness from their last meeting, as well -- perhaps it was just the woman's way.

Despite the fire-hued coyote's gruffness of tone, her words rang true, and Myri found herself nodding, carrying her pile of wood over to one of the marked trees. Grigorri reappeared shortly after and deposited a bundle of wood further on, just as Chryses reappeared with a tattered canvas sack. She set the thing down carefully near Grigorii's newest pile of wood and began unpacking various tools. Grigorii watched her silently, glancing toward Myrika and the secondary group every now and again.

How far up are the good branches, Zana? I guess we could start building on the ground and hoist the half-finished thing up, secure it in the trees, she ventured, though it was a guess as good as any -- Myri did not know where to start with this construction business.

Alma · 05-09-2012, 09:22 PM

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I GIVE YOU ALL THE WOOD, TALL ONE.

The rust-and-cream coyote nodded at her assessment, and let her take as much wood as she could carry; there wasn't any to stop her even if she wanted to. Her shoulders slouched in relief from the burden taken away from her, but that was all the discomfort she showed. Even though she was nowhere near as tall as her companion, she was used to carrying heavy things and never voiced a complaint when doing so. The heavy things, after all, were usually her own projects: bows, spears, wood carvings. The only difference now was that it involved the whole clan, and she was not expected to do it alone.

Alma's ears swiveled back upon hearing a somewhat familiar voice. Her head tilted upward to stare into the tree's branches. She recognized the short woman as the one who had made fun of her when she was afraid to enter the mansion, although she was a bit pudgier than she remembered. The archer wasn't sure if she should still resent her for that incident, or pretend it never happened. The clan was in danger, after all and it wouldn't do any good to be fighting among themselves.

The coyote eventually settled on caution. She'd defend herself if the woman tried to pick on her again, but until that happened, she would be polite... or indifferent, at least. She gave a nod to show she had heard her words, then turned her eyes back to Myrika to hear her suggestion. "That sounds unwieldy." She gave a slight frown, "We'd need to make sure it isn't too big or too small, which would be difficult to tell while on the ground, and then get it past all those branches when we're finished."

Zana Avaya Lykoi · 05-23-2012, 07:25 PM

ooc: Zana, Myrika and Sparrow meed a thread one day so they can be all weird at one another with their need to fit in.. and Zana's need to torment and mock poor Sparrow for being afraid of her freakishly small stature. ..and wtf.. Whydid Zana go john wayne at the end of this post...
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Zana watched the mass below as she stationed herself firmly in the notch of the tree. She watched the overtall Myrika for a moment before letting her eyes flit from creature to creature, knowing some and never having associated with others just the same. The small woman was busy with her thoughts but she turned back to Myrika with a smile of sorts as she stated simply. "They are old, the trees. Sturdy branches high and low. Even you can make your way to the top.. slowly but surely." She wasn't trying to be mean, but she was use to the looks and comments of others and at times it became part of her to point out their own weaknesses when hers were so apparent. She glanced back into the branches again though as she could see where she had marked off a good smooth fork between two solid limbs where a platform could lay neatly.

She stopped examining the tree when Alma spoke, the small woman eying the lady of fears for a second before actually settling in and listening to what she said. She was right to a point but there were ways of moving part of the platforms into the trees. She shook her head and pointed out the location of where this one would be as she spoke. "If the base is made down here it can be pulled up sideways. The trees aren't so dense along the main branches to cause trouble. If we were dragging them through the leafier stems, branches and crowns of the trees it would be a problem yes.." She stared down at the wood below as she asked. "Are we starting this? We're burning daylight..."

Myrika Tears · 05-26-2012, 09:12 AM

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The hybrid was all too happy to take the wood from Alma. It was an armload, but she didn't seem to struggle beneath it as her smaller companion had. The redhead piled the wood along with much of the rest and turned back to her companions -- well, one of them, as the second was still up in the trees. Myri's laugh was tittering and nervous, but she did not respond to Zana, uncertain if she'd imagined the slight against her height or not. She twitched an ear toward Alma and nodded along with the woman's speech, having little idea as to how to accomplish this thing they were supposed to do.

We can build them into the tree itself if we do it up there, the Consul pointed out, shrugging. She didn't particularly care where they started building, so long as they began at some point in the near future. With a shrug, she motioned toward Chryses and Grigorii, who had ceased unpacking and now looked to be awaiting direction. Myri hesitated, but decided she ought to step up. She was highest ranked here, after all, even if she didn't feel like it in the least. We'll start down here, and before they get too big and hard to handle, we'll move the skeleton up there, and reinforce it into the branches and trees, she decided, having to stop herself from adding, "unless you think it's better some other way." She had to take some kind of initiative, right?

Myrika is by Nat!

Alma · 06-08-2012, 03:00 AM

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Building the base on the ground seemed like a suitable comprise, although she still had some doubts. When the higher-ranked coyote started giving orders, she decided it wasn't worth arguing and that they might as well see how it went. Alma herself didn't know how to build the thing in the first place, and it seemed no one else did either - they were liable to make a few mistakes.

The rust coyote knelt down and started arranging the wood into what she thought was a suitable base, and was stopped by the darker woman, Chryses, "You are doing it wrong." She scowled, "That doesn't give it enough support."

Seeing how irritable the woman was, Alma decided it was better to let her do it rather than argue. She moved out of the way and gestured to the wood, silently daring her to do a better job.

The woman took her bet. She arranged four pieces of wood into the shape of a square. Each piece lied on its thinner side, which caused Alma to raise an eyebrow. Nonetheless, she did not interrupt. A third plank was placed in the middle of the square, on its side like all the others. Then, she began to add the planks with the wide side up. "This is how it should be done." The dark woman said when she was finished.

Alma had to admit - silently, of course - that it didn't turn out as bad as she thought it would. She glanced at the rest of her clanmates to see what they thought, and wondered if there was some way of testing the structure without causing it to fall down - it wasn't held together by nails or glue, yet.

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