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Skoll Haskel · 08-09-2012, 10:04 AM

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Location: Thornhill District, Halifax Weather: Mostly sunny, humid Time: Early afternoon

(317) For Sonje!

Skoll is by Sie!

Skoll had traveled almost all over the peninsula on his journey with Terra, when they’d explored from the southern lands to the northern woods, but he’d never seen a great city before. While there were plenty of human ruins in the Kingdom to investigate (including the house he lived in, and the hotel where the others stayed), his only experience with a truly large settlement was the port town of Lunenburg.

And so, when he saw Halifax, the wolfdog was amazed. He craned his neck to follow the vertical path of skyscrapers and gawked at the wide doors of the cavelike warehouses. His pads complained about the abuse from cracked asphalt, but the rest of him was tireless and energized as he explored streets surrounded by formidable buildings.

While a jaunt through the woodland was an olfactory experience, the smells here were mostly unchanging; there wasn’t the constant distraction of rabbit pellets and tufts of deer fur to catch his attention. Instead, he was given the smell of baked pavement, the occasional passing cat or luperci, and other artificial smells lined with the briny odor of the nearby ocean that pervaded nearly all of Nova Scotia.

That left sight as the most interesting sense, and his green eyes were wide to take it all in as he trotted through the streets to a grittier vicinage. The industrial buildings were less aesthetic, and all of them better suited the post-apocalyptic times anyway. Flattening his ears, he gathered up the courage to enter one of the terrifyingly massive entryways of a warehouse, where he sniffed at the likewise-huge stacked boxes and eyed the stairways and bridges above them.

Padding into one of the crates, however, Skoll surprised a mangy tabby cat, which hissed and swiped his jaws before bolting down the smooth floor to the other side of the warehouse. Barking obnoxiously, the teenager whirled around and gave chase.

Sonje Helsi · 08-09-2012, 02:48 PM

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Sonje by Sie!

Sonje Helsi had kept to Halifax for the better part of the week, picking up things she found useful or interesting. She perhaps wasn't searching that well, entering most buildings but only scanning them briefly before leaving, so she missed out on a lot due to her own naive devices. Side-streets beneath a highway had brought her to the doom-wracked warehouse district, a place she found more opportune than unsettling. The wolfdog spent two nights there, wandering through the massive structures, checking out the old, dilapidated machinery and climbing stairs to check out uninteresting offices and supply closets. It was her third day amongst the gritty setting and she'd been walking along a hanging path on the east side of the structure when she saw him pad in.

He was hesitant as she watched, nervous maybe, and she leaned interestedly forward, propping her elbows lightly on the decaying bar stretching horizontal to keep from going over. She watched his slow progress, and though he didn't notice her up there, she wasn't hiding and couldn't help the soft snicker as she saw him become embarrassingly startled by an equally as startled cat, the same cat she'd tried to eat an hour ago. She watched the wolf give chase, noting the way his tail curled in his excitement. You won't catch it, she said loudly after watching him for over a minute. As the echo of her voice died, Sonje pushed herself off the rusty bar and began to saunter towards the stairs again, descending them two at a time but stopping two-thirds of the way down and addressing him (in precaution) from the stairwell.

"I mean, you're only wasting your time. That thing lives here. You'll never outsmart it with those clumsy tactics," she chided with a lazy wave of her hand. She was dismissive of the task, if only because she'd failed at it herself and no longer saw worth in the task being done. Cats probably didn't taste that good anyway, she thought disdainfully.

Skoll Haskel · 08-15-2012, 08:21 AM

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(327) Sorry for the wait!

Skoll is by Sie!

Claws clicked and skidded on the concrete floor of the warehouse as the wolfdog pursued the mangy tabby, his tongue lolling from his jaws. Several times, the feline turned sharp as a dime and took advantage of its small size to elude him, which more often than not sent the canine skidding clumsily along the floor until he regained balance and momentum. The excitement never left his eyes, and deep barks still rose up from his pale chest, at least until a voice called to him.

Skoll slid to a stop, his head cocked boyishly as he searched for the owner of the voice, completely ignorant of the tabby bolting up a precarious set of smaller crates to safety. He found the luperci on the stairs at last, and flicked his tail out behind him as he took a few careful steps in her direction. She looked to be about his age, brown-furred and willowy, and he allowed himself a friendly grin as he naively decided she shouldn’t be a threat.

Her criticism only made him frown. “What? I didn’t want to catch it. I just wanted to chase it for fun.” He snorted, his malamute tail curling over his back again as he looked (in vain) for where the cat had disappeared to. What would he ever do with a cat if he caught it? It wasn’t like he’d be able to take the feral creature back to the Court for a pet, like Alder’s kitten Hickory. And eating the cat was wrong, just like eating horses was wrong.

The young Haskel smiled again, suddenly, and threw her his best cocky grin. “So what are you doing here, babe, if not chasing cats?” He wasn’t really sure where all his words came from, but he didn’t question them. He was starting to fit into his own place in the world, and if it meant talking to girls with this faux confidence, he was fine with it.

Sonje Helsi · 08-22-2012, 07:47 PM

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Sonje by Sie!

For fun? she echoed dubiously, her lips curling as she thought of "play-hunting" as being fun. If you were going to expend your energy chasing something, then it needed to be caught, as was her personal logic. She frowned, wondering what type of fool preferred needless failure to conscious victory. Was he so pampered that he could afford to let meals go at the cost of simply tiring himself out? This concept was precious to Sonje, as being on her own had taught her that she could not waste, and if it wasn't worth doing, then it wasn't to be done. She was immediately baffled by the sunny boy, and then insulted by her given countenance of "babe".

His new-found confidence was shot down by a severe glare from the girl's pale eyes—her patience for cockiness had suddenly been worn thin. I'm actually making use of my time, she replied scathingly, curling her tongue at him like an unfriendly snake. Why do such a pointless thing? Sonje hadn't actually been doing much of anything herself, but she wasn't about to admit as such; this was how the subject had been reverted back to him. She realized a little guiltily that she'd been having more fun when she thought he was purposefully trying and failing to catch the cat, as opposed to when she'd found he was only playing with it, but he'd confounded her fun nonetheless, and she wasn't impressed. What if you'd tired yourself out and then got attacked? she asked, more sharply than she'd intended.

Sonje bit back more horrible retorts, realizing she was feeling a little too emotional about the otherwise minor subject. He had after all, only been playing. Her last retort, she especially regretted, seeing as it suggested she was a threat. Casually she turned her right thigh away, concealing a thin rope that held her dagger there. Still, she narrowed her eyes at him, curious but suspicious all the same.

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Skoll Haskel · 08-26-2012, 05:49 PM

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Skoll is by Sie!

His ears were not quite used to hearing tones of derision or disbelief, and Skoll missed most of the sourness behind the tone. “Yeah, fun,” he answered with another perplexed tilt of his head. Was this girl a little slow or something? She sounded almost like she didn’t grasp the concept, and he could understand an adult frowning on all that, but she was young like him; she should know. Even the prissy, adult-like girl pups he’d played with in the Court had given in to a game of chase every once in a while, usually with him as the intended target.

The glare she threw him was less subtle than her curled lip, and his ears flattened defensively. He drew himself up on instinct, as if a puff of his chest could deflect the glowering as Superman deflected bullets. It was a bit harder to bear the brunt of her acidic tone, and her last sharp question pierced the prince’s armor. He deflated, green eyes widening with realization then turning to the floor guiltily. “I don’t get tired,” he growled half-truthfully, but even the vigorous teenager wore out eventually. After all his patrolling, all of his vigilance around his homeland, he’d left himself open for attack, and it frustrated him.

This frustration gathered in his throat like bile, and he let some of that bile pour out as he threw a challenging look at the willowy girl. “So what was this useful thing you were doing?” he barked up at her, though he half expected an actual answer. He was grasping blindly for something to use as a shield, and the saying about good offenses and defenses worked well enough the other way around.

Sonje Helsi · 09-09-2012, 09:10 AM

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(Sorry for the wait, Raze! I'll be much faster in the coming days! <3)

Sonje by Sie!

Now "play" wasn't a foreign concept to Sonje, as she included it in things such as play-fighting and playing dead. But "play" wasn't the same as "fun" (though often associated), and the latter of the two subjects wasn't something she understood, but it was rather an occurrence that happened at random and could not be explained or even acutely recognized by her. She glowered at him, chest rising and falling in a visible huff as she crossed her arms around herself, fighting a more vicious curl of her lip at his indignant retort. "Fool," she spat, "everyone gets tired." How dare he just lie to her like that!

It annoyed her, perhaps most of all, that he was actually good-looking. If he were less handsome, things would be easier. He wasn't even attractive in the traditionally rugged manner she favored, either, so she wasn't particularly pleased with herself for noticing any of his certain features at all. His golden fur, those green eyes. Green was her favorite color, though this boy's stupidity was enough to make her question renouncing it as such. Though she couldn't see him as much older than her, they had obviously grown up in very different ways—she, a wild child, and he, a (comparably) pampered prince.

When he questioned her again, it was her turn to act indignant, and since she hadn't truly been doing anything at all (and hadn't the mind to think up a decent lie), she snorted like a haughty teenage and descended the remaining steps. "None of your damn business," she snapped, brushing by the four-legged boy and making a beeline for the buildings wide doors. "Continue having fun," she tossed scathingly over her shoulder with a wave of a slender hand.

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