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ooc: owl toweeeeeel. <3

Pointed, white ears barely peaked over the tall underbrush as a small creature padded on through, pushing its way past the foliage. The animal was heading towards a field-like area, where it was not choked by the bushes that must’ve sprouted over the summer, since the tightly knit branches were young and firm. Giving one last, desperate shove against a particularly unyielding bush, the beast─ a white wolf, and a young one at that─ managed to swim through the ocean of a forest she caught herself in. The wolf huffed dramatically as if the task was difficult, and started to roll on her back, feet splayed in the air, kicking at invisible plants that hung in the air playfully; Sydney was pretending she was fighting against more undergrowth, and in her mind, tearing them all to shreds valiantly. After defeating the last victims of her battle, the girl got back to her paws to inspect the field.
It was fairly flat, with a distant building in the distance, and fences that weren’t really fences anymore.

Only stakes of once was the barriers now stood, and, curious as to why the fence was trying to keep things out, easily slipped under a slanted beam. Tall stalks of some unknown crop stood tall in one corner of the small field, though only in one tiny area. Sydney decided that she had enough of walking among things that were taller than her, and continued past the plants. Another patch of things grew, but they were more interesting than the plain stalks.

They were spherical, with ridges along their sides, growing in clusters of different sizes. They were also a color the wolf never really seen often before: orange, the color that showed when the sun set sometimes. With blue eyes as round as the orange-things with curiosity, Sydney stiffed at the bulbous plant. It did not sniff back, nor moved, so she nudged it. It did not bite, and when she came to the conclusion that it wasn’t going to hurt her, she let a crazy grin come across her face, and murmured to herself, “I wonder what the inside looks like.” Grabbing a smaller one of the patch, she started to carry the orange-thing away from the others, unaware that a vine connected the smaller one to some of the others. She barely noticed that she was tugging along more than she thought, and when she heard some of them bump together, she turned around to see the orange-things following her.

With a yelp of fear, she released her own plant, and turned to face the rest, her fur fluffing up to make herself appear bigger. Perhaps the orange-things will get scared and roll back to their patch.

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#2
The deep shadows of the daytime forest was alive with the songs of birds. Normally, Coeus would grow annoyed by they consistent chatter, casting glares into the canopy that were wholly disregarded, but today his mood had been splendid and a fat rabbit had aided in that. Though he was not overly stuffed, it had been enough sustenance to maintain him for the day. The sunlight that picked its way through the leaves was also welcome, he enjoyed the light that dappled his pelt and could lie for hours in it. Currently, he followed an old deer trail that looked like he had not been used for many weeks. It was becoming overgrown but the ground beneath his calloused paws was firm. He did not often walk this path, for it lead into areas where the flora became so thick it was hard to navigate. Becca, the dappled mare that often accompanied him on such walks, detested this trail and turned back when she realized the path they were taking.

Coeus had allowed her leave and set off on his own, enjoying the solitude of the forest around him, other than the birds. Despite his amiable mood, he glanced upwards periodically, watching a brazen robin that had perched so close he would have liked to snap him up. Perhaps the birds made him lucky, as he was able to flank a rabbit, completely on accident and kill it. For that, he did thank the birds.

He glanced to the sides, noticing at once a clear path had been run through the dense greenery. It was odd, seeing such an obvious trail. Out of pure curiosity he approached and began sniffing around the edges, spying a tuft of fur caught around a branch. A brief sniff told him immediately that it was another canine, probably a wolf. His immediate response was to turn back around and avoid the interaction or possible conflict. A fight would most certainly ruin his mood. However, he his curiosity got the best of him. Any wolf that tore through foliage with such obvious vigor was worth a moment of interest. And if the encounter did resort to violence, he or she would probably be tired from the exertion of plowing through young vegetation.

With feather-light steps he started down the path, shouldering past the damaged plants. Ragged twigs tugged at his fur harmlessly as he brushed past and his eyes sought the end of the path eagerly. It was not a long trail, and at the end, a clearing opened up before him. Coeus exited the vegetation gingerly, testing his presence in the secret place. "Hello?" He questioned quietly, his thickly furred head lowering slightly. "I noticed your trail back there, might I say, it was quite a feat to get through there." He blinked, paused and fretted over whether following was a folly.
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The girl wanted to attack the plants, but she was too scared that it might have started whipping her with the vines that it was attached to. She started to second guess herself as the orange-thing remained ominously still, as if it was waiting for the perfect time to start rolling and to oppose his great enemy. It would have been an amazing battle, but one that Sydney was not ready to face, too nervous to face the unknown that was sitting before her.

When she heard a voice, she quickly turned tail and squeezed herself under the fence, making some of the rotted boards creak with strain she put on them. She did not focus on the words, though, so when she saw the large male, sighed in great relief, and instead of replying to words, she began to dance around him, bouncing with energy. “Sir, sir, you got to help me. There’s orange monsters over there, and they are mad at me ‘cause I picked one of them up. I just wanted to see what they looked like on the inside, but then they started to roll after me! You got to help me defeat them, or, or, they’ll take over the woods! Maybe even the world!” The white puppy believed every word she said, and believed that the dangers she stated would be enough to convince the wolf to aid her.

“Come on, follow Sydney!” she ordered, as if she was suddenly in charge of the expedition, and began to stumble ahead, her tail waving in the air with excitement. But, she stopped at the fence, and ears began to press against her head with doubt. “…You can go first, sir,” the girl suggested brightly, not even turning around to see if the wolf had followed her; she was a great adventurer, and she assumed he knew that, and would follow her regardless of the perils she had describe.

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#4
Coeus blinked in stunned surprise, one moment he was peacefully walking a path, only trying to sate his curiosity, the next he seemed to be assaulted by a manic white puppy. The she-wolf seemed harmless enough but with her bouncing back and forth, not to mention her swift and wild words, he was getting a headache. However, his mood was quite amiable on such a summer's day that he maintained his composure for her sake. Even though she spoke so fast, the words whipped past him he began to understand her meaning for distress. Attacking orange monsters? He found the thought ridiculous, owing to his widespread knowledge of flora and fauna from experience, he had never encountered orange colored monsters. Coeus restrained rolling his eyes and slowly followed the girl.

"Ah, Sydney, is it?" He asked, hoping his quiet voice bore its way into her mind, "Are you sure that you saw orange monsters and not something else? I know for a fact, for I am rarely wrong, that there is no such creature in this forest. Nor have I ever encountered a creature that is orange, other than a very odd fox." Coeus glanced up at the fence that stood before him, he noticed where she had scrabbled beneath the brittle wood frame before but feared that such a space would be too small for even his lean form. Looking upwards, he realized it was not a huge barrier, though not easily leaped in his lupus form. He grumbled slightly, "Oh bother," he muttered under his breath and addressed Sydney gravely, "If I, Coeus, get over that fence, I may never, ever come back." The lean Timber Wolf had adopted wide, reverent eyes and started into her face, "Are you sure that you want to embark on such a perilous task? Risking the life of a stranger?"

As if to add drama to his words, he began shifting, focusing on the image in his mind, as if he were preparing for some epic journey across ice flats and treacherous, boiling mountains. His limbs extended, the coiled muscle stretched and strained to accommodate the increase in length and girth. His back flattened out and his chest grew broader as his neck lengthened. The fur on his face became slightly darker, which seemed to add to the effect. Having always looked rather fierce in his optime form, he felt it added greatly to the drama he was trying to portray.
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She did not notice the man’s less than endearing expression, and continued to talk about the orange-things. The bigger the story got, the more excited she became despite the fears she just experienced, finding courage within her own words; she had just faced such a formidable force, even though she ran away from it, was fully prepared to triumph over them.

“Yeah, my name is Sydney,” she replied simply, confirming the man’s thoughts about her name, though he seemed to push her further for questions. She only half-listened, impatient for the man to face the orange-things and to surely defeat them, like all the stories she was told about. Yeah, they are certainly monsters!” She turned to face the male, her expression trying to be turned into one of seriousness, though it still had the air of childish innocence and vigor. “They are round, with deep lines on them and one woody tooth. And they have whips! And they tried to chase after me when I took one of them, he was crying for help and woke the rest if ‘em up!” The story was more exciting if the orange-things talked, so stated that they did, just to prove to the male that they were absolutely beasts to be detained.

Sydney gasped as the male bravely announced the dangers of what he was about to perform, yelping with delight as if this was another one of mother’s stories, the hero musing over the battle that will decide the epic war. When he questioned her about endangering his own life, she went misty eyed, and squealed, Yes, I do!” She probably would have paddled on about how she was willing to anything to defeat the orange-things, but again she had to stop and take in a breath as the male before her started to her bigger, and bigger!

“Oooooh!” the pup half-howled, half-cheered as the courageous Coeus stood upon two legs. “I wish I could do that!” For a moment, she made a strained face, along with some growling as she concentrated real hard on her being like that. But, nothing happened, and she gave up on it. “Okay, let’s go, let’s go!” she encouraged, and began to squirm her way until the fence, again attempting to head off before the man.

She squeezed her way through, past the enemy’s lines, and gasped dramatically, “There they are!”

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He could not help but chuckle at her excitable story, though he was believing less and less of it has the time went on. Though, this outrageous little wolf was definitely growing on him. Already, Coeus was forming conclusions about the mysterious monsters that she had described. He backdated through his inventory of knowledge, remembering the long walks he had taken through the forest and the mental documentations he had made. Coeus didn't recall such a orange flower, but reasoned that it must be some strange variation that appeared in only certain areas.

His eyes looked toward the fence that blocked his way, wondering whether it was some variation the humans had made before their destruction. The man rolled his shoulders, choosing not to settle on such a tedious subject and wrapped his strong hands at the top of the fence and vaulted himself onto the other side, nearly landing on Sydney in the process. Stepping to the side, he shook off the energy required for shifting and jumping the fence and took a moment to stretch his arms over his head. However, it was interrupted Sydney's agitated shouting. Immediately, playing the role of great danger, he went belly down on the ground. "Get down, Sydney! We don't want to alert them anymore than they already are." He glanced back and forth, whispering so quietly that it would be difficult to hear at even close range, "They don't seem to be intelligent beings; we may be safe if we don't move."

Coeus took the time to quickly examine the foes they were facing, they were certainly odd looking. He wasn't surprised the youth had mistaken them for something more than they were. Even though he no close experience with such young wolves, he knew his own imagination had run rampant, often causing his mother to roll her eyes at him. "Do you have a strategy for approach?" He asked suddenly, his voice still low and dark.



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The pup yelped as she was nearly trampled on, but was so focused on the monsters, she did not take the time to scold Coeus. After her loud warning, she realized how just loud she had been, and did not give a second thought about the man’s warning, her fore legs hitting the dirt. But, her rump remained in the air, her tail wagging with uncontrollable excitement that could not be hidden, even in that dire time. She was breathing heavily, her tongue lolling out of her month, but she had to contain herself to hear what the wolf had said next.

“No,” she whined softly, drawing out the simple word as she stressed the sound, “they’re smart! They are just waiting for the perfect chance to roll us, when we’re not expecting it. That’s how they nearly tricked Sydney.” But, she remained silent as Coeus inspected the enemy. Though she did not glance towards him, her gaze tracking on the orange-things, she was sure he was awestruck, maybe even panicking about what laid in front of them. But, not her! She was Sydney the great, the warrior, and she would defeat them! She began to wriggle in her place, her fuzzy white pelt seeming to fluffy up even more.

“Yeah—attack!” she declared loudly, and jumped from her crouch, running valiantly towards the patch of monsters. She stumbled a few times over her large paws, but it did not deter her as she leaped at the smallest orange-thing, the same one she tried to carry off before. With paws gripping it, she began her attempts on biting it, but the monster was too big to do so. With her scuffling, she set the others off, rolling around with the attacked brethren. She saw their movement, but she was intent for the orange-thing to beg for mercy from the minor scratches she was causing it, and then she would be satisfied.

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Coeus couldn't stop her from her charge, he was alarmed by her sudden explosion of motion. If the battle had been real, he probably would have sat their contemplating for many more moments. A charge needed careful planning, and even now he was yelling that in his mind, as Sydney launched herself into the imaginary fray. "Blast!" He barked and scrabbled upward, taking control of his long legged, sinewy body. As he drew closer with his long strides, he could see the strangeness of the plants even better. They were tough, vine like and with the strange orange flowers. It was something he had never seen before and Sydney seemed to be having a very poor time of it. In her struggle, it looked like she was fighting for her life. With some struggle, he contained his snort of amusement.

"Oh, no, Sydney! I'll come to your rescue!" With a leap, he was there with his teeth bared. His great maw clasped onto her main attacker, as his calloused hands gripped other stems that had been uprooted from her original struggle. They were tough and a bitter taste filled his mouth. Coeus wrinkled his nose at the taste but tore at it regardless, finding as he tore at it, he was getting just as tangled up with the strange plant. With his added size, he seemed to be even more plagued than Sydney. Somehow, their actions made the plants move in just the way that would require them to coil around limbs. Growling, he ripped his foot from one clingy spiral, "Have a plan-B? I don't think we're doing very well right here."


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She had not given a second thought if Coeus had followed her or not, at the moment barely caring if he turned tail and ran right then and there. She was morally prepared to face the orange-things once more, but now that she was in a deadly tango with the smallest one, she was beginning to doubt her heedless, brash attack. One paw flailed off of the tough skin of the monster, and ended up tangling up with its whip, causing her to yelp in fear and growl in anger, all the same with the childish edge of play. Though she thought she was in danger, it was exciting! Nothing bad will ever happen in the end, she reminded herself, nothing bad ever happened to her before.

“I guts et!” she said around the orange-thing as she tried to bite it again, her words muddled her intended phrase to reassure the man. But, he charged anyway, and snatched one of the many monsters and began to tear as well, having a more sporting chance in the brawl with his larger size. But, they were outnumdered, and the whips had begun to ravel themselves around the two warriors, tightening whenever they tried to pull away. This proven as much as she tried to yank her paw out of its vines, but to no avail.

“Uh…!” she murmured, still trying to wiggle herself out of the girl spirals. Then, a thought occurred to her, and she yelped her answer, “Die!” When that, she flopped over onto her back, her tongue flying out of her mouth to dang out on the side. After a few moments, lying still besides the thump of her tail, she let out the slightest of breath to whisper to Coeus. “Pretend you’re dead! Maybe they’ll lose interest!”

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The younger wolf's barked command was hardly one he would choose in this situation, but he followed suit. It would be the first time he pretended to die while combating wild plants that appeared to be just as malicious as described. Still chewing on one stem he spat it out and promptly fell to his side, unconsciously melting back into his smaller, lupin form. It seemed to be a convincing death, as he much preferred his lupin form to his optime. Though he didn't know if he would truly return to his wolf roots when he died, he wondered and assumed. The painless sound of crackling bone as his limbs condensed could be very convincing to an agonizing death. The folding of flesh and bone into the lupin form was enough to cause him to shudder slightly.


In any case, his smaller size loosened the now still plants. He could feel his legs go lose and others lay limp around, as if they had just given up. They seemed almost disappointed that fight was over, and unknowing on how to return to the soil they had come from without assistance. Coeus lolled his tongue from his mouth, assuming an almost comical pose of his fake death. For several seconds he kept the position but became rather bored with it. "Sydney, I think they've given up!" He whispered through his clenched teeth, "If we move very slowly I think we will be able to escape." It would have to go slow or they would get into the same situation they had just moments before. The vines were wounded but still up for a fight.


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