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The vineyard remained true to its title, how several of the smaller creatures that resided here were an easy lunch for the lazy. Straying away from her guardians, siblings, and the church more so as the days progressed forth; the exploration of Dahlia de Mai was proving to be more interesting than fathomed. So many sights, smells, sounds, and feelings to be sought, and in a world where stimulation of the five senses was the primary director to get around to several places, Catalyst had been absorbing and greedily taking in all these sensations at once. Wanderlust was becoming an addiction, a vice, a terrible obsession that would prove hard to shake off once the taste and adrenaline was felt.
Upon coming to the vineyard and its sections of tall grasses, this had to be Catalyst’s most favored place at this point; mainly because her lithe white figure could easily disappear amongst the tall grasses, and it was literally like a maze trying to find her ways out to a clearing. Frustrating at times, but fun nonetheless (especially when she came upon a bird’s nest within the grasses, scaring them out and trying to chase after them in the fray). At one point she was laughing to herself out loud, dashing through the grasses just to see how fast and how far she could push herself before she ended up into some random coordinate among the field. For a puppy, it was certainly an easy task to wear one’s self out with imagining up things to keep one occupied for the day.
It was clearly unintentional, but at one point Catalyst trampled upon a nest settled into the grasses, claiming death upon a small roosting bird that had to have just entered adulthood. Catalyst nearly tripped over her own paws as she felt the road block as she sprinted, and did a double front flip when there was a bump that came in the way of her paws. Collecting herself, she immediately back tracked to where the nest was, and seeing the fallen frame of the bird lay still. Her nose sniffed the fine feathers, its décor a beautiful shade of blue and violet. For something that appeared to be so pretty, it was honestly a shame it had to end this way, but for now, this little mistake was Catalyst’s token prize. It would prove to be an action figure and chew toy in one, and so taking it gingerly in her jaws, she made her ways out of the grassy field to where she was once in the clearing again.
Deciding on a place to put it for now, she left the dead bird amongst a natural pile of rocks situated in the vineyard. It was her possession now to do what she wished, but she wasn’t done with playing in the long grasses just yet. Hiding it there, she then bounded right back in, chasing out a whole mess of critters that’s home was disturbed by the small pup.
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This appeared to be the western end to Dahlia de Mai. Good. Tokyo didn't mind having being in a pack with a large territory, but she wanted to know the entire land. Not the details of every particular area, but just the generals. Like, this place was interesting. Lots of big, wooden houses, and odd vine plants lying all over the place. She didn't feel any special attraction to the area, like she did to the coasts of the land, but it wasn't offensive or anything. The long grasses were nice, and soft on her poor paws. They were run a little ragged from spending so much time amongst the sand.
Some light laughter was heard back behind some houses. Without even really consciously deciding to do so, Tokyo headed in that direction. She wove her way through the crumbling bits of wood; this one house she was passing was unique in that it was in quite a state of disarray, standing out as different amongst the sturdy buildings nestled in the grasses. Her paws were placed carefully; she didn't want to misstep and get a splinter, those things were devilishly annoying.
An odd scent from a pile of rocks to her left distracted her from her current course. Investigating, Tokyo found the bird. It was shadowed in it's hiding spot, and so her first thought was excitement at the prospect of a free lunch. When she pulled it out, though, the prettiness of the plumage made her hesitate. It would be a darn shame to bloody the pretty blue and purple bird. But if she didn't eat it, wouldn't the meat just spoil and it would be destroyed anyway? She carefully sat down the bird, in the direct sunlight where she could see it clearly. Tokyo had to decide what to do with this. The idea that it might have had an original owner didn't even really cross her mind. It didn't matter who had caught it; if they wanted it, they would not have left it here.
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Catalyst knew she was after a choice hare with the rustling before her while she was running blind through the tall grasses, but of course those creatures were simply too fast for her being. Letting it disappear, the ivory pup was actually getting quite dizzy in the maze of grasses, and decided to opt out to her little prize of a bird she trampled over before. It took her a while before she was able to successfully backtrack back to her pile of rocks and the dead bird, and with doing so the sparse few grasses lay her vision's cover to a much larger presence that happened upon her bird. Not fully revealing herself just yet (but her sound in the tall grasses giving a sure give away of her presence, not to mention the grasses quivering by themselves as she pushed through them), Catalyst stopped for a second to identify who was at her pile of rocks.
An adult, one that wasn't recognizable, and one she had not seen in the church before. From what was seen, she was a tawny like female, with a black muzzle and eyes that were just like the ocean at Whisper Beach. She seemed to be adjusting the dead pretty bird, perhaps contemplating what to do with the adult's discovery. This didn't make Catalyst mad, for she was the one who initially trampled over it and found it, but made her rather curious to see what the adult was deciding to do with the little thing.
Figuring it would probably do no good to keep standing here (because in a sense, Catalyst didn't want the bird to be eaten just yet, she had other plans for it), and for the fact the adult might have heard or seen her already, her ivory figure began to materialize from the tall grasses until her alabaster, small figure was in full view. Ears perked forward, her dual hued eyes were more trained upon the fallen bird than the adult at first, but quickly transitioned to the female to where she now got a better look at her from the grasses that were otherwise distracting the full picture. Her eyes were brighter than Catalyst realized, and they were really that pretty. She was a pretty adult. "Guten tag." She greeted with slight apprehension, knowing that most adults here didn't recognize her native tongue, but decided to speak in it anyway. She stopped at a comfortable distance, her eyes now back on the little bird.
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i should be faster after this coming week is over, then school will be out for the summer finally ><; 388 words
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The grasses rustled, but Tokyo pointedly didn't pay attention to it yet. She really wasn't in the mood for someone to come up and try and lay claim to the bird. Didn't anyone understand the simple moral guildeline of finders keepers, losers weepers? It was a statement to live your life by. Tokyo just lived by this better than others; she was on a different level of true understanding than most wolves. Despite her attempt to wish away whoever had arrived, the sound of footsteps tickled her ears. They were lighter, softer than Tokyo's own; and as she was a small wolf, she not un-rightly decided that it was likely to be a puppy. Annoying, but easier to overpower if it was a stubborn one.
She turned to examine the little thing. It was a pure white little girl. Pretty enough; prettier than the other Dahlian puppies Tokyo had ran into. In fact, the girl sort of reminded Tokyo of herself, as a child. She was lighter in hue, then, the light browns and grays becoming more pronounced in the adult's fur as she aged. She spoke, but no words that the older female recognized. She responded bluntly, but without any unkind edge: "Haven't you learned to speak, yet?" Because her words must be some sort of childish gibberish. Maybe she was just playing around, though, and really did know how to speak grown-up talk as well.
The child's eyes were on Tokyo's prize, but unless her funny words were meant to say 'this is mine' (and the tone suggested otherwise) she probably wasn't the original owner. Anyway, how would such a little girl catch a bird? That was ridiculous. Even when Tokyo put her mind to it she had a really hard time catching birds. They were just too.. fluttery. Flitty. They didn't stay still long enough, although they tasted alright once caught. Fish were more savory, really. And in the process, you got to splash around in the ocean, which was awesome. "It's a pretty bird, isn't it?" Tokyo said warmly, and full of pride as if she was entirely responsible not only for its capture, but for its entire existence. Maybe even if the child didn't speak, it would at least understand her. There was a period of time when Tokyo's own children were like that.
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Apologies for the wait, returned from absence! 300+
Gazing up at the adult, her dual eyes couldn't help but train and drink in all of the intricate patterns and colors that were on the adult female's coat. That, and her stunningly striking oceanic eyes. Wow, Catalyst wished she had eyes like that. Granted that her own eyes were strange enough (one cerulean and one light silver one out of nowhere), the adult was rather pretty for her kind, and Catalyst hoped that one day maybe she herself would look as pretty as this adult was.
However, what was to come out of the female's mouth initially would slightly irritate Catalyst. Even though it wasn't rudely put, it was enough to make the puppy grimace. English was obviously the dominant language in this region, but she would make her German pride known. "It's German." She replied in a matter of factly tone, with just the slightest attitude attached. Granted that Catalyst didn't want to start a scene, the whole weirdness thing about her home language got to her frustrations. If individuals didn't like the way she spoke German every now and then? So be it. She didn't care if they liked it or not, for it was something to be proud of. She wouldn't for a second abandon her roots.
With her dual eyes trailing back to the bird as the adult spoke about its pretty colors, Catalyst observed it for a second. Yes, it was indeed pretty, but such a shame that the bird couldn't flaunt those pretty colors anywhere anymore. "Yes'm. I got tha' bird too! Ran over it!" The ivory girl boasted, as if stating such a thing as a proud achievement. In reality, Catalyst didn't have the reflexes yet to catch such a bird out in the open. For this one, it was unfortunate fate and pure chance that it happened.
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don't worry about it at allll. you caught me right in a little slow patch though, i was totally doing some solid 2-3 day responses for a while  . 318 words.
Apparently her gibberish was "German", but as she didn't know much about the language it still didn't mean anything to her, except perhaps that the kid did in fact know how to speak something. And that she sure sounded proud for knowing how to speak funny, and a bit insulted that Tokyo didn't recognize it as real-people speech. It was sort of amusing, actually, how indignant she got. Whatever, she hadn't meant it as much of an insult, and clearly English was better, because that's what everyone she knew and respected spoke. Not to mention the important fact that that was all Tokyo herself communicated in.
So, she was the one that got the bird? Tokyo wasn't sure she bought the story. First of all, hunting was hard. She could barely even catch birds now, and as a puppy she couldn't even catch a mouse. Granted, hunting was one of her few weaknesses... But the child was so small! She said she ran over it. Maybe, just maybe, in these long grasses, such a thing was possible. But if she really had, why hadn't she come stalking up, demanding Tokyo release her possession? Why had she abandoned it in the first place? "That's pretty impressive." The adult commented warmly. "Why'd you leave it here? Someone might have come around and eaten it before you came back."
She supposed they could eat it. But it seemed so anticlimactic, after all their talk about how it was so pretty. Prey didn't deserve being the subject of so much attention, dialogue! It would be weird to just eat it, after this much fuss. Oh, she should introduce herself. Figure out the name of the kid, while she's at it. "I'm Tokyo Chance, what's your name, Little Miss?" She could be awfully good with kids, once she put her mind to it. Problem was, she just almost never found it worth the time.
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In this thread we'll assume that Catalyst knows who Princess is already, seeing that my thread with Princess is practically over now and dated a bit more into the future than this one, yesyes?  500
Even while this adult seemed to be pretty and maybe even the slightest nice with her tone, Catalyst could tell that behind her oceanic like eyes, her mind was ticking about other things. These other things she did not know about, for she was of course no mind reader, but it was interesting when one could tell that another was thinking about a whole other conversation with themselves in their head (even if they didn't intend it that way, the eyes were like the windows to one's soul). At the lady's comment of how impressive it was for her accidental catch, damn straight it was impressive, especially to how pretty it really was with its feathers and all. When the adult asked though why she left it here (and the possibility of it becoming a snack), Catalyst didn't show any sign of doubt or worry to that whatsoever, shaking her head indignantly. "Nuh'uh. Someone would've took my bird? Would've hunted them down like that. An' I would've known. An' I left it here 'cause I was playin' around in the tall grasses seein' what else I can get." It was then her head transitioned into a series of nods, telling the adult exactly what her plan was and what she was to do if someone stole her toy (Catalyst liked to think of herself as haughty, all knowing, and perfect, after all).
As the adult introduced herself as Tokyo Chance, it would have been taken as any old adult name, but everything in the world of Catalyst suddenly came to an abrupt stop. Wait, Tokyo Chance? Looking at Tokyo more closely now, this was the very mother and woman that Princess Chance talked to her about, right? Oh, indeed it was! Blinking several times, the revelation of Princess's mother standing before her caused Catalyst to just observe her for a couple of moments. So, this was who Princess was talking about. For some reason Catalyst expected a more plain individual who looked pretty menacing in general, but Tokyo looked quite pretty, and although she did hold somewhat of a stern visage, still, it was almost hard to believe to find the connotation between Tokyo and Princess just because they looked so different pelt wise. Tokyo's fur was ablaze with a unique blend of colors, while Princess's fur was tawny and auburn. Yet, there was little relation seen in the faces, and before Catalyst carried on the silence too long from her end, she shook her head. "Tokyo Chance? Catalyst, Catalyst de Sadira. Cercelee an' Slay are my guardians, with my siblings too!" Catalyst explained with a little smile, might as well dropping the name of the leader and her mate in there just so that Tokyo could get a better understanding as to who she was really in Dahlia. The adoptive puppy of the leader of Dahlia de Mai was certainly just as a very important title and recognition indeed.
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Sure thing! works for me. ^^; Also, your avatar is totally awesome. 403 words.
Oh, the kid would have hunted Tokyo down had she taken it, huh? A silly idea. But since it hadn't actually come to any point of conflict, and Catalyst, even if she still thought it was hers, hadn't actually tried to take it back, the older female had not felt the need to transition from amused to annoyed. She seemed a bit startled at Tokyo's name, but even if she didn't comment on it it pleased her that she was starting to actually get the sort of recognition that she deserved, expected, and did not often receive. Soon, though; her fame was spreading. Soon her name would be known throughout the land as was only proper. There were certainly patches of land up north where her name was familiar to many of the packs - although that wasn't quite the same, because that mostly consisted of malevolent, untrue rumors spread by wolves that she had stolen from or offended in some way.
Unfortunately for the child, Tokyo wasn't particularly familiar with the names she had dropped. She certainly didn't know Slay, although from context he was probably Cercelee's mate or something. And then Cercelee, Tokyo knew she was the leader, although she'd never actually met her, only seen her at the pack meeting. Which was sort of weird to Tokyo; she'd been a member for a month and a half or so, shouldn't she have ran into such a prestigious figure by this point? Catalyst was the kid's name. Tokyo didn't know the meaning of the word, and thus assumed incorrectly that it was purely decorative like her own. Cat would be a silly nickname, though, for a canine. She grinned at the idea.
"Well, if we leave it like this, it's just gonna rot and go bad. Maybe we should pluck the feathers, try and make something pretty?" Tokyo's brow furrowed. She wasn't really the best craftsman, but she sorta wanted to try. Maybe a necklace, if she could figure out how to attach the feathers to some sort of string. Ooh, if she could find a needle and thread, she could sew some to her book-bag! That would be exciting. Maybe that would be the best way to attach the feathers to a scrap of leather or something to make a necklace. There were certainly a lot of feathers to go around. And mm, after they took those, they could eat it.
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Lots of apologies for my delay with this, I've been slowly but surely getting back into the swing of things with Cat over here. And thanks! I've been loving Kiri's artwork with Tokyo for her avy, she has neat fur patterns. :3 300+
As much as the poisonous thoughts of Tokyo began filtering into her mind like thick, black smoke from the words of Princess Chance, then again there was nothing initially fearful or eerie about Tokyo from what Catalyst could see. She perfectly looked like a normal adult, one that was well-kept and genuinely casual in conversation. Didn't seem like she was having any outwardly problem with Catalyst either, seeing as how their meet was going quite tepid and casual so far. Was Princess perhaps lying about her mother to Catalyst just so she could gain some sort of self sympathy? Catalyst wasn't sure, for at the time Princess seemed dead serious in her explanations of her past and trying to relate to Catalyst's sullen mood that day. Perhaps it was just Catalyst didn't know who Tokyo was in her entirety yet, but would maybe come to find out sometime. Or maybe not. Catalyst wasn't complaining, however, for she liked staying on good and nice terms with adults. No need to get into any more trouble than she experienced already.
Tokyo then posed something of a peculiar and intriguing idea that Catalyst wished she would have thought of first. The bird was already on its destiny to decay and revert every single fiber of its being back to the earth where it originated, or else ending up in someone's stomach. Tokyo offered the idea, however, that perhaps the two of them could strip the bird clean of its envious, beautiful feathers, and perhaps make something out of them. Well, that kind of sounded like a fun activity to do! Looking at the fallen bird now with new potential to its dead state, Catalyst took a moment to think about what to make out of its feathers. Her thought frequency seemed to be on the same plain as Tokyo's was, because Catalyst thought a necklace or jewelry item would fair nice for the feathers. "Hmm. I don' know. We can make it into somethin' to wear maybe?" Catalyst posed her question to her. For a pup, she wouldn't know where to begin to search for a needle and thread if they wanted to make a necklace out of the feathers. Catalyst looked up to Tokyo for the one out of them both to have the answers to such questions.
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gah, sorry for delay, i totally didn't see your reply to me on that thread in the thread request forum until this came up next on my queue of threads to write, otherwise i would have gotten to it a bit sooner D: i also totally can't remember if i ever said if tokyo was shifted or not in this thread, rofl, so i'm just gonna say she was. 257 words
Tokyo normally wasn't a creative soul, but this seemed like something she could maybe do successfully. When it came to art, her drawings were laughable, and she hadn't quite the talent of placing things in such a way to make them aesthetically pleasing. But something as simple as sewing feathers to her bag, or making a necklace - it didn't seem too bad, even with clumsy fingers holding the needle. Eying the puppy, she realized she'd probably have to do all of the sewing, 'cause Catalyst was too little to shift. Annoying. Maybe they'd just better wait til she could; it wasn't like Tokyo had a needle or any thread handy yet, anyway. But it would be sorta cool to get one. She could use it for fixing holes in her green dress.
"Aye, some jewelry maybe." Tokyo sat down, crossing her legs, tucking her dress carefully around her knees to keep it from showing anything - really, an unnecessary action, given that many werewolves didn't even wear clothing at all. She pulled the bird closer, to where she could reach it. "Here, let's start taking the feathers off." Tokyo left the back of it facing Catalyst so that the puppy could assist with the removal of the bigger, sturdier back feathers with her jaw if she wished. She then unslung her green bag, setting it open on the ground, proceeding to use her shifted fingers to deftly pluck the smaller, belly feathers, placing them inside her bag so they wouldn't flutter away with a careless breeze.
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