Skinny Dippin'

Dixie-May Jackson · 04-16-2012, 01:56 PM

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Drift away from all these city lights, Might rock a little bit, So hold on tight.

Word Count :: +3! just...yawn. boring post, anyone up for skinning stuff?

The large basket full of dead vermin that Dixie had brought up to the fort earlier had gotten a bit warm inside the court house’s doors. When she approached and smelled the scent coming from it, a soft curse broke from her mouth and she snatched the basket up quickly, running outside and towards the small creek near the back of the fort. The carcasses needed to cool off before they spoiled, and then she needed to skin them rather fast after that.

Once she got to the creek, the fluffy white woman dropped to her knees and dunked the entire basket into the freezing water. Little bits of dirt, blood and fur floated up from inside and spilled out into the water, attracting some fish to the surface. Dixie’s head tilted to the side and she watched them with immense curiosity, wondering how hard it would be to catch the relatively small fish. Reaching out, she slipped one arm into the water…and then promptly snatched it back out. Too cold!

Huffing in frustration, she pulled the heavier, waterlogged basket up out of the water and shook it a bit before turning and heading back to the main square. There is where she’d skin them and begin to set the meat out to dry. Sighing softly, she tossed the load down onto the ground and grabbed a large stick that was lying near a tree off to the side. The thing had a forked base, which she stuck into the ground and leaned over. This way she’d be able to drape meat strips over it to let the sun cook it out.

Sitting down in the sun, she smiled happily and slipped her knife from the thigh sheath, grabbed a rabbit from the basket and began sliding the blade beneath the skin. It’d take a while to get all seven rabbits and twelve squirrels chopped up, but she’d do it without a fuss.

Image courtesy of Zach Dischner

Neela Garcia · 04-16-2012, 05:11 PM

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Oh herro, here's a Neela for ya..

Word Count → 389

The smell of salt clung to Neela's fur, currently tangled and matted with the stuff. The past few days Neela had been splitting her time between familiarising herself with her new territory and working to get her boat the Meria Lea unstuck from the beach where she had crashed it. Unburying and dragging a fully stocked 35 foot boat was no easy task and it had taken several days to get it moving again. She had finished her work earlier that day and had spent the rest of the day making sure everything was in order and then finally sailing the boat back to Casa.

Leaving her vessel at one of the many abandoned docks and making a note to scout out somewhere more permanent sometime soon Neela had made her way back to the fort. While years of sailing had left Neela somewhat immune to the salty smell that gathered in her fur when she was on her boat she was well aware that others were less accustomed and so when she arrived back at Kinsbury her first destination was a small river she had noticed running under the walls, crossing just behind the fort itself.

Neela wasted no time in dropping her belt down by the bank, the tools and knives strapped to it jingling loudly as they fell, and dipping into the cool, fresh water. Neela swam for a little while, pushing upstream for a dozen metres and then enjoying the easy swim back down before she dug her hands down towards the bottom, grasping a stone heavy enough t anchor herself and then floating on her back and relaxing.

Neela had been relaxing thus for about ten minutes when she heard a commotion upstream. Slowly she shook herself out of her daze and righted herself, looking over just in time to see a white furred wolf wandering away from the river and back towards the center of the town.

Curiously Neela grabbed her belt and followed behind. She hadn't really interacted much with the members of her new pack so far, Tony aside obviously, and was eager to find out about those around her.

The white furred wolf had eventually stopped by the town square where she settled down and starter skinning some small game. Neela hung back indecisively for a moment before shaking her head and moving forwards, "Hello?"

Dixie-May Jackson · 04-17-2012, 02:27 PM

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Drift away from all these city lights, Might rock a little bit, So hold on tight.

Word Count :: +3!Rawr! Big Grin

Skinning small game was a quick job, but there were a lot of small parts to pay attention to so fingers weren’t sliced apart. Dixie had one rabbit and one squirrel skinned when she heard the soft voice coming from the left. Smiling a bit, she tilted her head up and took in the sight of her visitor. A beautiful woman with a tricolored, long furred coat… Someone else with ridiculously long hair covering their body! The smile on her face grew into a happy grin and she patted the ground at her side. C’mon an’ sit down, hun. I’m Dixie-May, What’s yer name?

Just as she was reaching to begin cutting at the squirrel on her lap, a soft, very faded scent hit her nostrils and made her head snap up. Eyes wide, she stared at the woman for a few moments, looking her over again. You smell like the ocean…got a boat? Dixie was intrigued now, was this woman indeed a sailor? And if she was…was there any chance of maybe going out on the boat with her someday? The small white woman had always wanted to go sailing, but had never gotten the chance. The fishing was also great fun, something that she’d always enjoyed doing.

I was born an’ raised waaay down south, where it gets real hot and the storms are deadly, right there on the warm ocean. Her hand slid to the side, knife blade slicing a strip of fresh meat from the small carcass. Smiling, she held the piece out to the woman, hoping that she would like the little offering of friendship. This was pretty much the only thing she had to offer at the moment, besides maybe a tour of the fort and horse riding lessons. There was no way for her to show a token of friendship, which a lot of luperci seemed to like.

Image courtesy of Zach Dischner

Neela Garcia · 04-29-2012, 06:18 PM

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I am really sorry about the wait. I'll do my best to keep more up to date from now on.

Neela quickly worked over her moment of shyness, moving forward with a smile when the white furred woman beckoned her over. Neela dropped down besides the woman, sitting cross legged and letting her belt fall to the floor with a heavy clank ad the tools and pouches crashed against each other. "I'm Neela. Nice to meet you." The collie's soft voice was oddly controlled, more short and clipped than her usual melodious sound; a slight audible representation of the undercurrent of nervousness present in her mind at attempting to integrate into a new home. Again.

Unsure how to start a conversation Neela simply sat back and started drying herself off from her swim; wringing out the long mane crowning her head before retrieving a band of leather from a pouch on her belt and beginning to tie it up in her usual ponytail. Dixie's staring and exclamation caught Neela off guard for a second but she recovered, "Yeah, I built it a few years back. Travelled up the country on it to get here." Neela took the offered meat and snapped it up, smiling in gratitude, "Thank you. I was born down south as well, not sure how far though; my map reading's a bit iffy. I was born near a place named Mexico if that rings any bells." Neela was starting to relax slightly now, her shoulders losing a previously unnoticed tension, "Pretty confusing place to grow up actually; half the people there spoke English and the other Spanish! Having to learn two languages as a kid sucked. Muy útil, aunque."

Reaching over Neela rooted through her belt for a few moments before finding one of her knives and unsheathing it. The sharp, serrated blade was designed more for combat or cutting rope but it would work for skinning. "Ya want some help with those?" she offered, idly running the blade across the tips of her fingers and noting that it would need sharpening soon.

Word Count :: +329

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