Lazy Day
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  • Setting: Mid-Afternoon. Overcast
  • Location: Miramichi Valley between Mt. Oromocto and the GrandLake
  • Form: Optime, no trophies


  • Today would be a day of leisure, she decided. Nor chore, no hunting, just a relaxing day where she could take on her craft again before she fell out of practice. And the day was simply wonderful for it, despite the gathering clouds overhead. Perhaps a little rainfall was what was needed to encourage this day be spent in leisure… or at least shower the she-wolf who was too lazy to take the time to groom.

    Before the sun was blotted by clouds, the woman gathered her materials and headed out into the open valley and toward the large stones bordering the lake. She had taken to spending some alone time their lately, even if it was just for a little time throughout the busy days. One stone in particular stood out among the rest, the one in which she stood upon when meeting the generous traveler Penzdez. For a reason unknown to her, it just felt ‘right’ beneath her paws, like the boulder itself had conformed to her weight and posture and became a comfortable seat to recline. And it was on this stone that the female set her craft, unwrapping her deer hide filled with feathers, glass beads and dried flora. She hadn’t an idea what she wanted to make, or felt the pressure of making something extraordinary. Just that she wanted to and that was enough to busy her paws… at least until the rain came.


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    This seriously wasn't his preferred weather. Stormy, cold.....Urrggghhh. Definitely not fun. At least waves tended to get really big when it was stormy...But it was also really dangerous. Alistair had heard that it was possible to be electrocuted...Which would totally suck. Alistair let out an over-dramatized sigh as he took long strides through the brush, springy beneath his feet. What was he even doing here? This certainly wasn't the beach, or even something remotely similar to a beach. It was..Woods. Such terrible things. No freedom, always things in the way. Hell, while he was walking through here, he had almost ran into trees at least three times now! However, a more open space soon appeared before his eyes and he couldn't help but run towards it in pure relief. The forest definitely wasn't his natural habitat; far to closed in with no space to move. As he glanced around, a crooked smile came onto his face. Not only was it an open space, but a lake! Large water sources always made Ali feel at home, even if they didn't have the sound of crashing waves and seagulls.


    "Thank the lord." However, that smile soon disappeared. His voice came out in a grumble, eyes narrowed with clear annoyance as he picked twigs from his hair. It was spiked up as usual, with a slight sheen due to the concoction of honey that kept it skywards. This place, Nova Scotty (Or whatever it was called), wasn't turning out how he wanted it to be. Too cold, too woodsy, not enough creatures, etc. It all was rather irritating. Perhaps it was time he moved on? However, as a female came into sight...He was definitely wasn't thinking of leaving anymore. YEEESSSSS. Finally. Someone to converse, and maybe a bit of flirting, with.


    As Ali began his walk towards the fine lady, he glanced upwards, towards the stormy skies. The pleasant and friendly sun was blocked out by vicious gray clouds; a downpour was evident. Dolaidh would get extremely angry at him if he left her out in the rain, and nobody likes an angry horse. But as he took another look at the female, he realized that Dolaidh could wait awhile.


    "Hiya." His voice was soft and simple as he stopped before the boulder, glancing upwards at the female. Hot damn. She certainly was a catch. Locks of fine auburn and luscious fur of russet. However, just telling by her long, sexy legs, she was definitely taller than him. That would certainly make things awkward, but...Eh. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I, babelini? I don't wish to intrude." A boyish grin appeared on his face, multicultural eyes holding a light luster as crossed his arms."May I come up, bunny?"

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    ...a stretched sliver of hide here, a fastened glass bead there. Well enveloped by her craft at hand, the she-wolf was taken away to her quiet place of calm and contemplation where she reflected upon the past events both recent and far behind. And occasionally, she thought on the future; of the possibilities that came with will and determination. ..of what would become of her and her cherished friend now.

    The night had never left her mind even as she passed the days in toil and chore. That profound sense of love and being loved in return had consumed her sense then and allowed her to ponder on thoughts she had believed to have been lost. Ruling beside someone she loved... the hope of a private family of her own... of children. Beneath her heavy coat, she felt herself grow warm at the thought despite the chilling wind as it raked through the valley. Looking skyward she saw the clouds continue to gather til they darkened the afternoon with a certain promise of rain. Without a doubt, it would come and still she would sit alone with her thoughts.

    But perhaps not alone for long.

    The woman jumped at the sudden greeting, nearly dropping her craft in the process. "Oh!" she yipped in surprise, lowing her muzzle from the sky to look at this stranger. And what her eyes beheld left her speechless for a time. A wolf born from a rainbow? No... not wholly wolf, but still touched by the essence of the vivid hues of the ancestors gift to the earthbound souls. It was stunning, yet strange just the same; an oddity on earth that for one reason or another made her smile. "Hello," she greeted him at last but not without a final survey of his vivid pelt. "You were not interrupting. And please, company would be nice." Though to his other address of her, she did not know how to reply. What was a 'babelini'? And why would he call her a bunny? Was this a part of his culture, she wondered.



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    Alistair couldn't suppress a small laugh as the woman jumped from his voice. "Sorry about surprising you." He apologized, a warm grin on his dark lips. Alistair slightly tilted his head as she merely stared at him, saying nothing. Just...Staring. So, Ali stared back. What else could he do? Jump around like a monkey? Nope. So....Staring. Pretty awkward. However, to his relief, a slight smile came onto her face. Good. No chasing away or screeching like a banshee....Unless she was excited to chase him away or scream like a banshee. Eh. Maybe time would tell? However, Alistair seriously wished neither would happen....Not again. Last time, it really wasn't a good time.


    "Bitchin'!" Alistair grinned, scaling the boulder with ease. He took his place next to the woman, but still kept some slight distance so he wouldn't scare her off. Alistair did plan on a bit of flirting, but it could wait...Perhaps he could slowly ease into it. "Well, hi there. I'm Alistair Gibson." Alistair held out one of his hands for her to shake. "Nice to meet you." Alistair gave a pleasant smirk, a common expression for the mischievous surfer. "What's your name, honey?" Alistair leaned himself back a bit, using one of his arms to prop himself up. His legs laid before him, head turned towards the lovely miss.


    His gaze soon dropped from her face, down to her hands. Hmmm? What was she doing? It looked like beads...Wait, was she making jewelry? A grin spread across his face, his eyes watching her fingers. "Are you making jewelry?" His voice held a curious tone, but his eyes gleamed with excitement. He hadn't made jewelry in quite a long time. It would a great past-time, and it made his fingers skilled and precise. Ali reached up to fiddle with his septum picture, hoping his assumption was correct.


    "If you are, I could perhaps assist?" Alistair continued to fiddle with his piercing, turning his gaze out towards the scenery before finally turning his gaze back to her pretty face. "By the way..." Alistair glanced down at the glass beads, finally glancing upwards to meet her eyes. "Is everyone as smashing as you?" Ali paused for a moment, before clarifying his question. "I mean...Is everyone as pretty?" He slightly tilted his head, his voice clear as if it was a non-flirtatious question.
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    As interacting with others became more a part of her daily life, she was finding there were more and more differences with whom she had the pleasure to meet. This encounter was not different, though it came in the form of as strange use of words that were apparently unknown to the gently aged she-wolf. While her lack of understanding tended to be shown with words, she thought better of it this time and simple nodded her head in a kind of agreement and smiled as her oddly hued companion made himself comfortable beside her.

    “Hello Alistair,” carefully she tried the name for herself, mirroring the way as it was said to her before offering her own in turn. “I am X’yrin,” she sounded, allowing the name of the ancestors to come forth with as much clarity as the day she had bequeathed it to herself. It was not a word, but a sound void of the civilized tongue, completely fashioned by feral octaves. “It is a pleasure to meet you on this fine day.” Against her kindly greeting, the heavens offered their groans of contest, shaking the ground they sat upon as the chilling breath of the coming storm intended to push them off and away. Still with a smile adorning her lips, the kind she-wolf sat still with craft in hand. Her mountainous form unmoved by the compelling winds though her lengthened mane became streamers of red curled and combed by the violent gusts. She held tightly to her craft especially as the wind intended to take it as she offered it to her newly fond companion to better see.

    “It is not so much jewelry, as it is a show of rank,” she explained. While offering the length of hide and fashioned feather for him to inspect, she brought a paw to the leather cuff of her arm. “It is empty now,” she continued. “But it is used to hold the many trophies I collect. Just as this one-“ she fondly touched the unfinished piece “-will be used to hold that trophies of my partner. They are used to show our rank and our skill as hunters.” There was much more she would have to explain before the concept of these trophies was truly understood, but while she enjoyed sharing the intimacies of her culture with another, this was but a passing moment and she certainly did not wish to be found odd for this strange practices. A brief explanation would do, she reasoned.

    But even when she found her own culture to be odd to others, what she was met with by this young male could be considered just as strange. And in lieu of an expression of confusion, she smiled chuckled softly as she first droplets of rain patted her muzzle. “I am perhaps the wrong one to ask, my friend. I do not find myself ‘pretty’ at all… and cannot give you an answer. However, if it is an attractive female you seek, I know of one that resides on the lands of Inferni… though I would advice that you tread lightly. They do not take kindly to the wolf breed there.”



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    X'yrin. Huh. Pretty unique name...Unlike any that he had ever heard. "I wouldn't exactly say fine..." Ali laughed, looking up at the stormy sky. It groaned and moaned, a storm brewing in the darkness of the clouds. Alistair gave a rather grumpy look as he stared up at the dark sky, eyes turning towards the lady that sat next to him. "Looks like a storm. It seems this place sure has a lot of those." Alistair sighed, eyes narrowed. Why couldn't it be a little more like California? Did this place even have sun? Alistair didn't mind surfing in the rain, but it wasn't exactly safe.


    Alistair gazed at the artistry. His bihued eyes held interest as she explained, but a gust of wind interrupted that. His mohawk hardly moved, but it definitely sent a chill through his thin coat. Do not want. Alistair hated being cold, mostly because he grew up under the scalding sun. "Kinda chilly, isn't it?" Alistair gave a slight smile, but turned his attention to her explanation once again. Huh. It made sense. "That's...Pretty cool. So you collect a 'trophy' from each kill?" Alistair turned his gaze from the craft to the females face, a curious look in his eyes as his ears perked. This was definitely interesting. Ali was always the type to be interested in other cultures and such. It was just so...Fascinating.


    Aww. Poor dear, all confused. Alistair gave a soft chuckle, narrowing his eyes with amusement at her expression. Rain began to slowly fall from above, lazily hitting his fur along with hers. Alistair didn't pay attention to it, mostly because it was just a few drops. Nothing too bad. "X'yrin, it was a compliment." Alistair laughed, crossing his arms. Such a cute lady, not understanding that he was just flirting.He wasn't actually searching for someone pretty (Although, he didn't mind the info). However, as she spoke of the 'pretty female', Alistair caught an unfamiliar word. "Inferni? Is that like...A group, or something?" Alistair blinked with curiosity, his laughter slowly fading. "Huh. So there are packs around here..." Alistair had never official been in a pack, unless you counted when he was taken in as a slave. But that was an entirely different story.


    "Are you part of a pack?" Now that he knew about them, why not ask her a few questions? It was obvious that she had been here longer than him, so she must know some stuff. This Inferni pack...Didn't like wolves? So it must not be a wolf pack then. Perhaps a dog or maybe even a coyote pack? Odd. But definitely interesting. Alistair uncrossed his arms and put them at his sides, supporting his upper body as a gust of wind attacked once more. If he didn't put his arms down, he may have been pushed flat against the rock...Which totally would have made him look like a dork.


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    The heavy winds continued their barrage of the seated pair, until even the she-wolf was forced to gather her craft and brace her paws against the seating stone to keep herself upright. The air became colder with every breath, a biting chill their pierced through her dense for and elicited chills down her spine. And the first drops of rain were just a frigid.

    “That is exactly right,” over the raging gusts, she replied to his question even as her intentions of pleasant conversation were threatening to be overruled by the coming storm. “It is a tradition carried on from my prior family that I intend to share with the one I have made here.” Another powerful breath struck her soundly from behind and swiftly the she-wolf descended from her earthen chair. She brought the pieces of her craft to her chest protectively, insuring that not a feather was lost to the storm. The rain began its relentless pelting then, striking haphazardly with carelessly thrown sheets until its patterned evened out and became a single downpour. “Oh dear…” she whined, for a moment forgetting all other questions to answer and looked to the multi-hued male. “My friend, I am sorry. Perhaps we should take shelter. We are not far from the Family’s storing grounds and can stay there til the weather lets up if you’d like…”




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    The gusts of winds increased, hitting the coywolf and the lady wolf with full speed and strength. The breath of the storms were chilling, especially to one with such a thin coat like him. Alistair crossed his arms, a chill running through his body as the rain began to pound down on the pair. It was getting increasing difficult to converse with the anger of the sky, but they continued to persevere. "That's pretty cool. My family didn't do anything as cool! All we did was sit around...And sleep. Family tradition." Ali spoke loudly, chuckling a bit. Of course, they also did drugs, surfed, and traveled together, but...He didn't wish to mention that just yet. Hey, some weren't happy which some things he did, and since it was their first meeting...Why not leave her with a pleasing impression?


    As a particularly strong gust of wind hit Xy'rin, Alistair moved his hands forward protectively, just in case the gust caused her to fall. Alistair soon followed after her, arms still crossed as the wind continued to beat down. "This weather sucks!" Alistair laughed, glancing up at the sky in a rather carefree matter. Despite hating this type of weather, it still was...Funny, in a way. They must look pretty weird right now, due to the height difference and such. Alistair's ears perked as he listened to Xy...At least, kind of listened. It was a bit difficult to hear her, but he seemed to get the sum up. "Sure. Why not?" Ali shrugged, smiling a bit. A chance to spend more time with a gorgeous miss? Why the hell not?


    "You have all your...Craft?" Alistair asked, glancing at the items held close to her. Telling by how she protected them, they certainly were of importance. Being the type of guy he was, if she did lose something, he would definitely help and look. Even in this weather. Cause he was nice like that. All the nice guys got the ladies...Hahahaha. Alistair glanced around once more, water dripping down from his mohawk and traveling down his face. Alistair ran a hand through his hair, realizing that the stuff that kept his mohawk up was being washed away. Alistair cussed beneath his breath, for he did not bring any with him and left it with Dolaidh. Alistair ran his hand roughly through his hair, basically scrubbing out the concoction. Most of the hair fell onto his forehead, some of the hair extending to even slightly cover his eyes. The rest of his hair naturally went into it's place, his hand pushing the hair from his eyes to the left side of his face. Alistair disliked his hair like this, mostly because it made him look...Tidy. Neat. Ew.

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