I'm a walking animal shelter

Baird Byrne · 07-03-2012, 02:16 PM

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Word Count :: 59604.07.2012. Near the Great Lake (VN side of course) Optime form, Have a quoll pup Big Grin

His life had changed again; he had finally reached his destination of Nova Scotia, but now he was here he didn't know what to do. On his numerous travels he had heard that this country was a place of safety and community for many Two-legs and Four-legs alike, but then he had wandered for so long he was unsure if he could ever settle in one place. He thought back to his awakening on the shores of this new land, and the golden furred woman who had found him. He smirked to himself; settling down with something that pretty wouldn't be so bad. His smirk fell from his muzzle as he remembered the little details of that meeting; she hadn't seemed all that interested in him, she was a match for him in sarcasm, and her fur reminded him of home and his family.

At the thought of family four, sharp little canine teeth sank into the sensitive flesh of his left ear, he cried out in pain and raised one long fingered hand-paw to tug the toothy bundle of brown fuzz that had attached itself to his ear. The quoll pup came away with an almost inaudible tearing noise, Baird assumed that he heard it because it was the ripping of his ear flesh. The dingo man held the pup firmly in front of his face, its two siblings, both male, stared at the little female from either of Bairds shoulders. He frowned at the pup and she quivered slightly in his grasp, suddenly his face broke into a smile, "I can't stay mad at you, you're my little ripper." He chuckled, placing her back on his solid shoulder alongside her brother, who immediately pounced on her, gnawing on her tail. Baird rolled his emerald eyes and looked to the pups mother, his faithful companion, Pangari. The adult quoll only rolled her liquid chocolate eyes back at her friend. From a tree branch a couple of feet away from him a round of raucous laughter erupted. The golden Australian smirked up at his Kookaburra brother.

"What do you see Gelar?" He called, the brown and white bird ruffled his feathers and let forward one Cark that Baird translated as 'nothing.' The dingo shrugged and carried on walking, the scent of pine needles, a smell that he had never experienced properly until he had travelled across Europe, assaulted his nose here. It didn't stop him from sniffing out the pack border that he figured would be here after his chat with Grace yesterday. He made sure to stay away from the border, unwilling to risk the wrath of a pack. If he needed trade or shelter he would call, but for now he wanted to wander and get used to the terrain.

He moved off at an angle to the pack, heading towards the clear, fresh scent of water. He decided he would fill his waterskin with fresh water, he'd have to wash it out first as it had been filled with salt water after his unceremonius arrival by shipwreck. He flicked an ear forward as a sloshing noise came from the waterskin that bumped against his scarred leg at each step, he checked the cord that kept the skin hanging from the band of his loincloth. He then checked the straps of the kangaroo leather bag that rested against his back, it seemed that he had become paranoid about his possessions after their dunk in the ocean. Satisfied that the straps were sound he walked on, sure that he was getting closer and closer to the water source.

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Andara Desta · 07-11-2012, 12:11 AM

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sorry for the wait! and for the rambly post... i've wanted to reply to this forever lol. she's a weirdo.

Even before her days in Vinatta, Andara had loved the water. Easily, this love expanded to the Grand Lake. Although it was true that there had been her first encounter with Percival the pirate, she still held the scenery here close at heart. Now, though, she stayed on the Vinattan side of the territory, knowing that the other side held neutral lands. Andy wasn't much in the mood for tangling with many strangers, so she stayed as close to the pack as she could while still being able enjoy the lake.

A splash echoed off of the open water as she dove in, her thin frame slicing quickly through the water despite her fur. She felt dirty, and the cold water helped to rinse away the grime. Last time she'd been here, she'd been so hungry. But this time, her stomach was full, and she had a whole pack to defend her. Any fear she had should have subsided, but Andara remained alert while she swam. Her guard should never be down, especially at sea. Or lake.

Still, it took her a moment to notice the unfamiliar scent on the air. The briney, thick cloud of lake musk that filled her nostrils had taken over her senses as the russet and cream girl paddled about, scrubbing at her body here and there. When the strange scent finally hit her, though, she stiffened. Her small ears perked as high as they could and her head turned, nose searching for a stronger whiff.

Andy found her thin legs carrying her soaking body out of the lake and onto the shore, her bright lilacs searching the treeline for the owner of the scent. Had she heard laughter? Or had that been a bird? She couldn't tell, so she just stood there, watching, waiting. All the while, water pooled at her feet, dripping from nose and tail.

Baird Byrne · 07-15-2012, 05:43 AM

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Word Count :: 424Excuse his Australian slang, he likes it when people don't understand him.

Baird rounded the southern end of the pack borders and the lake came into sight. He grinned as he spotted the shimmering water, stepping up his pace. One of the little male pups squeaked as Baird started to jog, the change in pace taking him by surprise. Baird was saved from comforting the little lad as his sister snuggled into his side instead, the dingo man smiled again, pleased that the little girl had taken the initiative. The crack of wing feathers and a swooping blur of brown, white and iridescent blue alerted him to Gelars presence as the kookaburra flew alongside him. His toes hit the water and the pups and Pan bailed realising what he was planning, Gelar circled high overhead and watched, issuing a loud stream of laughter as his dingo brother dove into the clear, clean lake. Baird sighed happily as the cool water enveloped his body, it had been a long time since he'd been anywhere near a fresh water source. He swam about a bit before turning his gaze back to the shore where he saw his pups frolicking in the shallows, Pan washing herself and keeping a watchful eye on the pups, and Gelar perched in a nearby tree, preening. His verdant gaze swept along the shore a little, taking in the scenery, until they fell on the slight form of another Two-legs. He froze for a moment, was this a member of the pack come to tell him to bugger off? He swam to the shore, scooping up his three remaining quoll pups into his arms, Pan leaped at him and scrambled up his body to settle on his shoulder.

He approached the smaller Two-legs and bowed his head, only now that he was closer could he see that the little female was dripping wet, just like him. He sniffed the air, smelling the strong pack border, but also getting a whiff of pine and brine from the Two-legs, the same mixture of scents he had gotten from Grace the day before. "G'day, Young'un. Bonzer day for dip in the Billabong, ain't it?" He asked, hoping to make conversation with the little canine. He swept his eyes eyes over the female, taking in her russet fur, strange coloured eyes and small stature. He ws sure that she wasn't all wolf; he had become somewhat of an expert in recognising 'purebreds' 'hybrids' and 'mongrels' on his travels, relying in this talent in many situations, in one or two cases it had saved his life or valuable body parts.

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Andara Desta · 07-24-2012, 01:36 PM

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When her view was no longer obstructed, and the gap between the strangers had closed, Andara realized that the man was not a wolf as she had expected. Instead, his fur was short and blonde, with a creamy stomach like herself. He was much bigger than her, though, something she sadly realized when he got closer. Maybe one day she would get bigger.

At first, she'd thought he was carrying an armful of furs, but then she realized that they were moving. The brown spotty things that were squirming in the yellow-furred stranger's arms were not like any creature Andy had seen before. Her brows furrowed at the odd animals, before her lilac gaze noticed the larger one coiled over his shoulder. This guy can't be from around here, she thought, and remembered Percival's similarly colored coat and strange accent.

Sure enough, the words that came out of this man's mouth were unrecognizable. Andy at least recognized something that sounded like 'good day', and so she assumed he was being friendly. But he also called her a 'young'in', which she didn't think she liked very much. Some of the other words were familiar, too, so he must have been speaking the same language that she knew. "I'm not that young!" she exclaimed angrily, responding to the most insulting part of his sentence. She chose to ignore the rest, pushing her messy, dripping hair out of her eyes and crossing her arms. "What kind of rats are those?" she asked, staring at the creatures intently. Their tails weren't naked like a rat's, and they were a bit bigger, but it was the only similar animal that she knew. She wondered if these made good prey, too, but by the way he carried them she thought they might not be for that.

omg i'm posting ; ;

Baird Byrne · 07-30-2012, 10:50 AM

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Word Count :: 226 Sorry for the wait sweetheart, also for the shortness of the post.

Baird had noticed the way her lilac eyes flicked over his fur, and then over the quolls. He raised his arms and ushered the young pups onto his broad shoulders where they curled themselves against his neck. He retained the grin and raised his hand-paws, as if to defend himself from physical attack, as she blurted out that she wasn't a 'young'un'. He laughed and let his tail flick slowly from side to side behind him. "No offence meant Ma'am. You're a regular granny, obviously." Playful sarcasm dripped from his words and he descended into laughter for a few moments, Gelar didn't quite understand the meaning behind the laughter but couldn't help joining in, his loud cackle reverberating out across the lake.

His laughter was cut off when she asked her question, he was stunned into silence, Gelars cackle continuing for a beat until the bird stopped as well. He chuckled and shook his head, "Rats? They ain't rats Ma'am. These little rippers are Tiger Quolls. They come from Australia, just like me." As he was speaking the little female pup clambered over his head, wriggling between his ears until she slid down onto the top of his muzzle. Baird grinned and plucked the small animal from his face, giving her a quick stroke and a chuck under the chin before he held her out to the smaller canine. "Do ya wanna hold her? She's real soft and she loves a cuddle." The quoll gave him a scared look before tightening her resolve and boldly reaching out to the russet female before her, begging for a cuddle.

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Andara Desta · 08-06-2012, 12:29 PM

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Andara shook off the blonde's sarcastic retort with a healthy dose of stink-eye, watching him warily. He laughed, though, and soon the bird joined in too. The russet girl took a half step back, her little ears pinning to her head in annoyance at the sound. It was strange, and so was the bird. Everything about this man and his company was foreign to her. The fuzzy, spotty rats now crawling all across his shoulders were cute, in a way, and she really did want to touch one.

Australia. Another unknown name; was that a pack, or a country? "Where's that?" she asked aloud, now moving forward again as she watched the little pups, her tail flicking excitedly. "I came from Africa," she shared quietly, running thin fingers through her damp hair while she eyed him. One of the little quoll puppies slid down his nose adorably, and Andara blinked at it, watching as he pet the little thing with ease.

When he offered the pup up, though, she recoiled, unsure, wide lilacs sensing the pup feeling the same way. A second later, though, the brown fuzzy creature reached out its tiny little hands to her, as if it understood what he'd said. It took a moment, but Andara nodded hesitantly and reached out and took the babe from him, staring down at her with wide eyes. She took two creamy fingers and passed them softly over the fur of the pup. When the little one didn't object, she continued, but kept an eye on the mother, knowing how protective creatures could be of their young.

i don't mind short! seems to be mostly all i can do lately anyways haha

Baird Byrne · 08-12-2012, 03:08 PM

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Word Count :: 488Eeee. Quoll cuddles XD. Finish this up soon?

Baird was incredibly amused by the young girl and her determination. She wasn't overly trusting, nor was she bubbly and vivacious, for that Baird was thankful. Girls like that gave him headaches, but the little red furred lass was fun, and almost as stubborn as himself. She seemed to be glaring at him, he was used to that, her glare was nothing compared to his sisters back home. Anya had perfected the withering glare, enough to scare him and his gargantuan brother Cole, so this girls lilac stare didn't have much effect on the tall dingo man.

Her tone changed though, when he mentioned his home country, she seemed to be curious and asked where it was, her eyes following the quolls movements and her tail wagging in excitement. She revealed that she was from Africa and Baird grinned widely, "Australia's a country, a long way away. It's on the other side of the world pretty much." He eyed the girl, trying to place whereabouts she came from in Africa, but he couldn't seem to recall any canines that looked like her. "I've been to Africa." He said, hoping that this knowledge would endear the girl to him, maybe make her a little less standoffish. "I spent a fair bit o'time there on me travels, fell in with a pack of maned wolves." He offered up little bits of information as the female quoll slid down his face.

He watched the others reaction as he held out the quoll, she recoiled initially, unsure of him and the strange little animal, but he watched her soften as the quoll reached out to her. He smiled as she took the little animal from him, stroking the fuzzy head and body of the quoll. Baird was confused for a moment when the girl kept a wary eye fixed on him, almost as if she were scared he would attack her at any minute, but then he realised it wasn't him she was keeping an eye on, it was Pan. Baird laughed aloud then, startling Pan and the two male pups, "Don't you worry about Pan Ma'am. She's sick and tired of these little'uns, she won't be bothered with you holding her." As if to agree with Baird, the mother quoll simply yawned and tucked her head down, nuzzling into the dingoes neck to sleep.

The little female quoll looked so content in the others hands he didn't really want to remove her from the situation. he nodded at the pup in the girls hands, "She likes you, you can keep her if ya want? She'll make a good pet." He realised then, when he was giving away one of his pups that this girl was a complete stranger, he didn't even know her name. He held out his hand-paw for a handshake, "I'm Baird, by the way. This is Pan, and that's Gelar." He said pointing to the adult quoll and then the kookaburra.

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