06-30-2012, 03:10 PM
[html]OOC: 03.07.2012. Noon-ish. Fundy bay coast. Pan, pups and Gelar are around. Optime form (loinclothed)
The soft roar of the ocean filled Bairds oversized ears, just like it had done for the last month. Normally that would be a soothing noise and he knew that many people found it relaxing, but for a natural landie like himself it had become irritating. He was sick of pitching about in a wooden tub on the freezing ocean, getting sprayed with icy spume, and being covered in small, fuzzy balls of Tiger Quoll. He longed for the heat of his homeland, the background buzz of bugs, the sudden silences that were occasionally broken by the screaming cackle of a Kookaburra.
As his mind flicked to Kookaburra's he thought of Gelar and why the bird hadn't woken him yet; the sun was hot on his yellow back, it was long past the time the Kookaburra should have awoken him. He placed a long fingered hand-paw on the wooden deck of the boat to push himself up. But his paw pad didn't contact worn wood, it slid against soft sand. His head shot up from the sand, little particles cascading from his snout. He looked around frantically; he was no longer on the Anna-Marie but on a long strip of sandy land. The ocean lapped at his toes and a quiet breeze ruffled the longer parts of his fur.
His body popped upright very suddenly and he scanned his surroundings quickly. From his scan he deduced that the boat was nowhere to be seen, he was alone and he had no idea where he was. His ears then stood erect and his hackles raised as he realised something: He was alone! He fell into a strange crouch and re-scanned his environment, desperation in his movements. A mewl from a few yards away caught his attention and he leaped over to the source of the sound, gathering up a writhing ball of russet and white fur. "Crikey guys, you scared me a tad then. Thought I'd lost all of ya." He drawled, his Australian accent lazily plucking at the words. Five small creatures ran up his arms then, all of them rushing to snuggle against his neck. He laughed to himself and nuzzled against them for a moment, his verdant eyes fixed on the larger creature in his paws. He smiled at her, the goggles on his forehead moving as his brow crinkled.
He straightened again, moving his paw to his shoulder so that the Quoll could perch on his furred shoulder. "Alright Pan, where did Gelar flap off to?" He asked the Quoll, she looked at him with liquid chocolate eyes, her tiny shoulders shrugging slightly. It was a gesture that she had learned from him, her five offspring copied the movement and Baird couldn't help laughing aloud making one of the little males tumble from his unstable perch. Luckily the Quoll pup landed on the soft sand and scrambled back up Bairds body to huddle against his mother on the dingoes shoulder. The Aussie offered a claw for the pup to rub against, which he did happily.
A raucous chorus of cackles erupted from the treeline that was not far away from the beach and the dingo grinned, he jogged towards the treeline and called into the canopy, "Gelar! Get your clacker down here." The Kookaburra launched himself from the branch of a tree and swooped down on the dingo, his rotund brown and ivory body skimming the tips of the dingoes ears. Gelar circled around and landed atop Bairds head. He flicked a white rimmed pinna at the bird and got a nip from the birds powerful beak in return. He paused then and sighed, it seemed he had arrived somewhere and he was lost, but wasn't that the start of all grand adventures?[/html]
The soft roar of the ocean filled Bairds oversized ears, just like it had done for the last month. Normally that would be a soothing noise and he knew that many people found it relaxing, but for a natural landie like himself it had become irritating. He was sick of pitching about in a wooden tub on the freezing ocean, getting sprayed with icy spume, and being covered in small, fuzzy balls of Tiger Quoll. He longed for the heat of his homeland, the background buzz of bugs, the sudden silences that were occasionally broken by the screaming cackle of a Kookaburra.
As his mind flicked to Kookaburra's he thought of Gelar and why the bird hadn't woken him yet; the sun was hot on his yellow back, it was long past the time the Kookaburra should have awoken him. He placed a long fingered hand-paw on the wooden deck of the boat to push himself up. But his paw pad didn't contact worn wood, it slid against soft sand. His head shot up from the sand, little particles cascading from his snout. He looked around frantically; he was no longer on the Anna-Marie but on a long strip of sandy land. The ocean lapped at his toes and a quiet breeze ruffled the longer parts of his fur.
His body popped upright very suddenly and he scanned his surroundings quickly. From his scan he deduced that the boat was nowhere to be seen, he was alone and he had no idea where he was. His ears then stood erect and his hackles raised as he realised something: He was alone! He fell into a strange crouch and re-scanned his environment, desperation in his movements. A mewl from a few yards away caught his attention and he leaped over to the source of the sound, gathering up a writhing ball of russet and white fur. "Crikey guys, you scared me a tad then. Thought I'd lost all of ya." He drawled, his Australian accent lazily plucking at the words. Five small creatures ran up his arms then, all of them rushing to snuggle against his neck. He laughed to himself and nuzzled against them for a moment, his verdant eyes fixed on the larger creature in his paws. He smiled at her, the goggles on his forehead moving as his brow crinkled.
He straightened again, moving his paw to his shoulder so that the Quoll could perch on his furred shoulder. "Alright Pan, where did Gelar flap off to?" He asked the Quoll, she looked at him with liquid chocolate eyes, her tiny shoulders shrugging slightly. It was a gesture that she had learned from him, her five offspring copied the movement and Baird couldn't help laughing aloud making one of the little males tumble from his unstable perch. Luckily the Quoll pup landed on the soft sand and scrambled back up Bairds body to huddle against his mother on the dingoes shoulder. The Aussie offered a claw for the pup to rub against, which he did happily.
A raucous chorus of cackles erupted from the treeline that was not far away from the beach and the dingo grinned, he jogged towards the treeline and called into the canopy, "Gelar! Get your clacker down here." The Kookaburra launched himself from the branch of a tree and swooped down on the dingo, his rotund brown and ivory body skimming the tips of the dingoes ears. Gelar circled around and landed atop Bairds head. He flicked a white rimmed pinna at the bird and got a nip from the birds powerful beak in return. He paused then and sighed, it seemed he had arrived somewhere and he was lost, but wasn't that the start of all grand adventures?[/html]
