[AW] Before I win the race.

Toby · 07-06-2012, 09:41 PM

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All welcome. Forward date to July 9th, early morning at Fort Cumberland, lupus form. You can ignore the first two paragraphs.

He'd gone from Vinatta and Sangi'lak, wondering just above where he'd find the neutral territories again. Of course, he did find himself missing the lands filled with other luperci. Maybe it was the fact that he knew that this area was thick in passing loners or pack members that had brought him here. Surely, he would find himself a few more canines to meet and greet. His other personality was antsy under the german shepherd fur that covered his body. He could feel him preparing for another attack on some helpless victim. A frown had crossed his face at the thought; memories flashed by of the woman he'd watched get raped by Fang only two days before.

His black eyes looked about the area he had come up to that day. He was in his lupus form, stretching his front legs out for a change. Usually Toby avoided this form. It tended to piss Fang off, for some odd reason, to be lower than optime form therefore making him surge through and take control over the body. After the session two days ago, however, Toby'd been forcing himself to toughen up. He was tired of being used. He was tired of experiencing a victim's pain as his body was in someone else's command. He'd grown weary of it all and was definitely going to stop being pushed around by the demon in his mind.

A bird stirred afar as he crept up onto the old fort. It was morning, bright and wonderful as always. There was still a wetness to the plants from the dew that had settled there yet, despite this fact, it would be lunch time soon and Toby would be forced to hunt. For now he would relax, find a few other's to introduce himself to, and get his energy back up. His attempt to rest at Vinatta's borders had failed when a patrol had met him laying against a tree. He'd gone off from the pack, expecting them to know Fang had raped the woman that belonged behind their own scent borders. As he scampered along his paws had grown heavy with lack of sleep and energy. He needed a power nap of some sort.

The german shepherd rounded a corner of some old outside wall. The grass was flattening down in places where structures once stood. Against the stone that made up the fort he fell onto his side, agreeing with his mind that he would take a small nap before doing anything else. It was a great day, full of possibilities. He would start the day off with a nap and then feast on fresh kill for lunch. Unless, however, a new friend popped in on the slumbering canine. Then all that would change.

I will not fall, I will not fade.
I will take your breath away!

Palaydrian Soul · 07-10-2012, 12:51 PM

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Meow:: Hope you don’t mind me jumping in. Bold italicized words are spoken in low speech. Drin doesn’t realize the difference between high and low speech (think parseltongue lol) and can speak/understand the language fluently. She’s in lupine form. WC:: 637

The past few days had been amazing for the Siamese coated fae. She was overjoyed to be home and reunited with her mate, but even more ecstatic for the present he had surprised her with. Now the woman had her very own feathered companion, an impressive Northern Harrier who had taken to her quickly though the young Soul knew next to nothing about bird care. The hawk which insisted on its name being Zalia, had become a close friend to the wolfess and often times hopped on the ground along with her or perched on her shoulders. Zalia still suffered some injuries from the fishing net that had ensnared her, but Jiva was taking care of her fast recovery and soon enough, Palaydrian would see her companion soar in the skies.

Today, Drin had promised the hawk she’d take her around some of the northern territories, and before Jiva had even stirred in his sleep, the woman had slipped away leaving him a note and quickly made her way through the woods to retrieve her bird in the garden. The pair had made their way past the Black Water Reserve and were beginning to investigate the fort by sunrise.

”Humans...violent creatures, they were,” Zalia spoke, breaking the silence that had accompanied their morning trek until the two were walking over the weathered ramparts, looking off at the ocean now and then as the rising sun danced off the waves. I wouldn’t know Zalia...they were long gone before either of our times, the fae responded, allowing the bird to climb up her leg and perch itself between her shoulder blades once more. Feeling tired? She asked the proud female, the hawk had insisted on hop flying the entire way, but it was apparent she needed to give her yellow legs a rest. “Yisss,” she hissed, “just a little resty for me legs, tha’s all.” Drin chuckled as the hawk pecked at her neck fur affectionately. “Onward wolf!” She let out an impressive cry. Oh, so now I’m your chauffeur? The fae asked, though it sounded like babble or a series of sounds, but Zalia understood her perfectly and continued prodding with her hooked beak. Fine, Drin relented with a smile, continuing their little investigation around the abandoned fort.

The Omega lost herself in her thoughts as she padded along, her companion lost in her own reverie, as the world awakened around them. Her stomach began to clench with hunger and she began thinking about hunting something down when a peculiar scent assaulted her nares. Her hackles began to rise instinctively and the hawk gave a startled cry before leaping off. Sorry! She quickly apologized as she lowered her body to the ground. If this was Aram she’d be ready, but as she remained still in the grass the woman sampled the fresh scent in the wind, and realized with relief and a pinch of reluctance that it wasn’t her attacker. Drin breathed out a sigh, while her feathered friend squawked angrily beside her. Hush Zalia, you’ll draw too much attention, another series of odd sounds, but the hawk quieted as the angel acquiesced to allow her to climb up on her shoulders again. He’s sleeping... she thought to herself, but approached him cautiously nonetheless, stopping about 5 yards away so she could easily prepare herself for a fight if need be.

Drin cleared her throat before speaking so as not to startle the sleeping dog. Hello there... she’d wait for his response as Zalia scrutinized the canine from Drin’s back.

Table Credit to Becca! <3.
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