[p] ar·chi·tec·ture, noun

Unatsikanogeni Adahy · 09-15-2012, 08:55 PM

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Set in the Spring Heights district. +575

don't let yesterday use up too much of today.

“Architecture,” the red wolf muttered to himself as he stepped between the high rise buildings, his paw pads falling on hard concrete with every step. “Giant, artsy huts. Yeah, sure, that’s all that is, not like architecture means huge bloody towering buildings that look like they’d blow over in a wind and crash on you, no, it wouldn’t be something as terrifying as that.” He scowled deeply, and nearly quailed as he heard something thumping from an alleyway—though that something something turned out to be a pair of tomcats fighting in a dumpster, which they evacuated promptly and skittered across the road in front of him. His heart drumming a frantic beat in his chest, the male kept on going, still muttering about how he’d underestimated the whole architecture bit.

Unatsi also realized that this was quite a bit further north than he was used to, quite far from AniWaya and the sanctity of his fenced-in territory. The combination of physically unfamiliar sights as well as the unfamiliar feeling of being so far from home had in him near-constant terror, which showed in the tremors of his hands and the promptness with which he responded jumpily to every sight and sound he came across, regardless of if it was the sight of a passing falcon or the trill of a happy little songbird. It was all terrifying, and he knew he was a coward, but what wolf wouldn’t freak out at as strange a place as this? He’d thought the Tribe was all technologically advanced, what with their huts and their fire and their ceremonies and agriculture but no—they didn’t very well know how to deal with architecture and all of the horrifying things hidden between these giant buildings!

“Stop, Una, breathe, inhale and exhale the air, pretend it doesn’t smell so strange around here, probably because of the man-rock, not a lot of trees here, except that weed I saw growing in that black stone path thing or whatever they call it, that weed can make it so you can too. Pretend you are a weed, and you’re damn well going to grow and—well, be a weed, and not die. Just keep a sharp eye, or be vigilant, your eye shouldn’t be sharp unless there’s something like that pointy fence sticking in it; but anyway just breathe in, and out, and—hey! What’s that?”

The ruddy-furred man halted his reassuring monologue to sniff the air, blinking as he caught a trace of plant life among the dull odors of the abandoned city. He could catch a glimpse of the harbor between the buildings, too, but that wasn’t as important as the smell of flowers and other plants. His long muzzle spun in that direction like the needle of a compass, and he began to jog toward the aromas, heedless of all the great dangers lurking in the city that had spooked him so much before.

It was quite obvious when he’d arrived at the place he sought—an overgrown public garden, though he did not know what the humans had done with it in those days. Left to their own devices after the apocalypse, the untamed plants spilled over and dominated the block. There were fewer bright colors, perhaps, than in the spring, but enough of the blooms remained to paint a lovely picture as he stumbled across the garden. He broke out into a huge and dumb smile, wondering just what a find this was.

Harvey Butler · 09-18-2012, 07:56 PM

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((453)) IloveUnatsi. ;u;

He loved everything about the tattered old place! The smoggy air, the grey, overcast skies, the towering buildings that took place of trees that long, long ago may have covered the entire land... It was just like home to Harvey Butler, and he figured that's what made residing there so comfortable.

The aussie dog trotted along, standing tall and healed nicely from his duel with the coyote up north. He'd been a bit sore after the brawl, but with the help of Rio Marino before she left for her pack, within a few days, he felt as good as new.

He was lonely, now, though, which upset him from time to time, so, to amuse himself, he'd started back with his wandering. The house in the Hydrostone District was now under his ownership, so to say, and he was taking good care of it, but with both Itzal and Rio gone, the blotched male spent little time lounging about, and was back to his old habit.

The Brit had already traveled pretty far northward, farther than he'd been before, and met a few pleasant (and some unique) individuals on the way. Despite that fact, though, being able to explore his new home town was a simple joy to Harv. A break from long adventures helped him recuperate, so that he could be able to set off again sometime soon, if he felt the need or want to do so.

Harvey met plenty people in Halifax anyway, so staying in the boundaries of the ruined city wasn't anything holding him too far back from socializing. In fact, he'd met most of his acquaintances visiting or heading toward the urban land, so maybe this time, he'd take it easy, and spend more time near home.

Besides, if he'd ever hoped to have somebody live with him, as Rio had done for him and others, it would be somewhat helpful for him to actually be there to do so. He wasn't threatened by the possibility of it being taken over, but somebody without a place to stay could carelessly miss it if he weren't there to be a guide, inviting and warm as the abode he possessed now.

Letting his mind journey off as he often did, Harvey ended up somewhere in Spring Heights, and because being lost didn't frighten him in the least (as he was certain he could find his way back home), the cockney luperci couldn't help but to find his situation amusing.

Ah, well... He murmured, looking around to find a more specific telling to his location. He found a jungle of a garden and some shattered pots, but that was about it. Guess tha's what 'appens when ya don't pay attention.

Unatsikanogeni Adahy · 09-30-2012, 10:41 PM

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*insert apology here* +388

don't let yesterday use up too much of today.

Maybe there was some latent plant-lover in the Tsulvwisdanehi, and that was how Udanvti had chosen his profession for him rather than intending it as a lesson for his failures. It was a much nicer thought, at least; he was all smiles as he approached the pretty flowers and began to snuffle at their petals. He barely averted a pollen apocalypse by stifling a sneeze before moving on to the next, and the next, and the next—slowly winding his way through the floral labyrinth as he tried to identify every spot of color he came across. Some of the plants were quite obvious and common ones, such as nondescript wildflowers popping up through their once-domestic cousins, but others looked a bit more special, and there were a few that were downright exotic to the AniWayan.

Unatsikanogeni wasn’t much of a gardener, but he wondered whether some of these plants might have special properties or if they’d just look really pretty if he decided to take them home. If he knew how to handle the plants, he might’ve come back home with an armful of pots, but right now he only stared and made notes and put his category-loving mind to work. The categories were rather childish, the flowers mostly listed in rank of prettiness or weirdness or special-looking-ness, but it was a start until he knew the names and characteristics of the species. He gushed quietly over the plants for a while, sometimes muttering notes to himself, at one point holding a rather cheerful conversation with a butterfly until he realized that he wasn’t the only Luperci there.

“So the fox says—no, wait—so the fox says, ‘Herring? That was my trout!’ Get it—hey! It’s rude to just fly off like that, I mean—” The ruddy-furred farmer frowned then tore his eyes off the departing butterfly, letting them instead land on a flicker of movement on the other side of the plants. He sniffed, and though the scent was faint among the aroma of flowers, he could detect that it was another canine. Nervous but hopeful, Unatsi tried to lean forward to peek through the foliage then overbalanced and fell amongst roses and clay pots.

Even upside down, though, the man could recognize his merle friend. “Osiyo, Harvey, dohitsu?” he greeted in cheerful Cherokee.

Harvey Butler · 10-04-2012, 10:23 PM

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((361)) S'Alright~ No worries! ouo

The aroma of the flora made it difficult to tell if he was alone or not, but more often than not, Harvey assumed the former; though he'd met many people in the ruined city of Halifax plenty of times, there was something usually telling the aussie dog that he lacked threats, and should continue on to find company if that was what he wished. He sometimes wondered how many opportunities and acquaintances he'd missed simply walking past them because he didn't take the effort to seek out the experience. He wanted to see the area and meet people along the way, but that was too general; instead of focusing on the smaller details, he was rushing through to get the most of his reborn life as if he'd have to repeat the process of shipping himself off to yet another land to start with a clean slate.

No, he was doing well, and he wouldn't need to run. If the situation got sticky, he'd have to live with it. Running was for cowards, and once was plenty enough for the male. No, he was here to stay, and hopefully for good.

Distracted, he hadn't noticed the presence of another being, so the sudden calling of his name startled him outright.

He hated being frightened.

A low growl quickly found an escape through his maw, but after realizing the source of the greeting, Harvey grew ashamed of his anger. He'd lashed out before, during his initial meeting with Itzal. He'd gone to the point of streaming out insults and showing his brutish side, and here he was again, seconds from breaking his gentlemanly facade.

It was especially embarrassing that he already knew and was quite friendly before with Unatsi... So, in a rather pathetic attempt to cover his growl by clearing his throat, the cockney male let a soft smile grow.

Oh, uhm... 'Ey, mate! His chuckle was sheepish and shakey. I'm such a bloo'y twit! Harvey Butler cursed himself internally, his appearance still showing his typically warm grin.

The Brit tried to force himself to relax. Ya startled me, ya did. Harv admitted with another nervous laugh. ...Fancy seein' you 'ere.

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