[html] Lightning Bay.
The overcast sky seemed to hang dangerously low over the agitated sea. When the wind gave a particularly nasty gust, he squinted in the face of it, shielding his eyes from the impaling cold and debris. Snow occasionally leapt into the air, swirling about at his feet, in his face and all around him. However, he had no intention of heading back to Inferni yet. It was the first time he had ventured outside of the clan territory since his arrival, and for the moment, he was determined not to let a little gale and cloud spoil his afternoon of exploration and new adventure.
Looking back over his shoulder at his path leading to the bay, he noticed that the wind had drifted across his tracks and they barely resembled tracks. More like a lumpy sort of ridge. But Jesile shrugged this off, because he knew exactly how to get back, and he did not plan to venture much further. This was not like his blundering attempt to go off and fetch his father. This was a carefully planned expedition. He was not about to lose another home just because his navigational skills were mediocre at best.
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He was not as adventurous, as he was restless. He could, as long as he had the energy in his little legs, cover great distances - for a puppy, that is - within the span of a day. Why did he such a thing was not because he wanted to necessarily see new things, or meet new wolves, but more because he enjoyed the exercise. As he grew, he found that the more active he was, the less tired he became - his endurance increasing - and muscle slowly building on his scrawny limbs. These things pleased him, for some reason or another. He would love to be able to run around all day, play games, do whatever he wanted, and never be tired.
The bay was an interesting place while the sky overhead roared angrily. The water rippled with a vengeance, and he thought it was nice to see, for some odd reason. His mind floated with possibilities of what could happen if one should ever try to stupidly swim in it...
Shaking his head as if to clear it of the negative thoughts, the boy looked around. There was little to be heard, with the noise of the water and wind, so his violet optics scanned the bay intently. He smiled when he saw that he was not alone - no, there was another there. He seemed to be trying to get somewhere - intent on getting wherever that was - and the young wolf hoped he didn’t mind some company. The pup carefully approached the other, although obviously not carefully enough, as he tripped over his own legs. The appendages, tangled and momentarily useless, caused him to fall over and roll forward. Landing face first, after rolling several steps, the male looked up at the other wolf.
...Er, hello. Not the best of intros, but it worked.
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[html] He didn't care that the sea and the sky appeared to compete for dominance against one another, or that the wind would sometimes relent and then rise up again just when he least expected it, or that the cold here was considerable compared to anywhere away from the oceanside. For some reason, Jesile almost found comfort in these things. The atmosphere before the storm let him know that things could change, that they would, in fact, inevitably change, and while change was also a scary thing, the champagne-eyed boy took more assurance from it than anything. He was (positively) an optimist at heart. The superpowers vying for their places promised him that they would never give up. The unpredictable nature of all of this promised him that things would continue to change, even in his own life which amounted to a whole lot of nothing in comparison to these kings of the earth. Even the smallest had a chance. Well, he was certainly an optimist.
As he turned his head to pleasantly greet the wolf, there was a... blur of fur. The other seemed to take just a simple wrong step and he had tumbled to the ground. Jesile grinned a little, but he remained sensitive to the feelings of the other male, and his eyes tried genuinely to convey that his intentions were not to humiliate, but in fun. The coyote puppy turned right around in his tracks and closed the gap between himself and the other boy, splaying his fore legs slightly and arching his neck down to near eye-level. "Hey," he replied, and tacking on his concerns with a laugh, "You alright?" Of course, this was not the ideal way to introduce oneself, but Jesile did not think he could be any more amused. It was interesting, and he liked interesting. Besides, he had not trekked out here and tolerated the wind that now blew in inconsistent gusts against his back for simply the ordinary.
Finally standing straight, he grinned again and invited the other boy to join him on his feet with a quick jerk of his muzzle. Perhaps they could find something to do until the weather forced them to retreat.
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Pessimists, optimists, realists. At his age, he had no idea which he was; a complicated mixture of the three, perhaps. As a common rule, he tried to look on the bright side; it was always hope-lifting to do so. Best to do so, the one that was supposed to make you feel better about your situation. Even when the hope created by the feeling was false, who really cared? It gave a wolf something to strive for, even if they were striving for something that never existed, or what they would never be able to claim as their own. But, although he did try to do this, it was not something that he did well. His mind would be dragged down with the 'if's and 'but's of the circumstances, until the thought, to bare reason for being an optimist, was scraped away. Clawed raw. A realist... was any puppy a realist? The world seemed too big for most of them to understand, even when they were almost an adult, so he dared not think of himself as anything close to someone that looked at things through the eyes of logic and probability alone. But he did try.
Yet, he had not expected to fall face-first in front of the complete stranger before him. It just didn't seem likely, which might have meant that he was not paying close enough attention - he had, after all, been quite clumsy as of late, due to his growth. Damn legs, and damn height; they all added up to him looking like a fool. Yes, yes; I'm fine. The male jumped to his feet, being careful that his paws were planted firmly on the ground, before gingerly following the coyote.
Sorry 'bout that. He smiled sheepishly. Who're you?
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I shouldn't be doing this now but I cannot believe I made you wait 4 days D:[html] The champagne-eyed boy grinned and shook his head, casually establishing that he did not mind at all and that apologies were by no means required for simple mistakes that were due to unco-ordinated limbs. He too was adjusting to longer limbs and a more refined feel, and it would probably be a while before he was used to that.
"Jesile Mogotsi," he replied with a smile, introducing himself gladly to the other boy. "And you?" he asked, genuinely curious. The fact that the other was a wolf hardly registered in his mind, and little did he know, others of Inferni would have had very different reactions to encountering a wolf. If he did know this, he would likely not have understood why and wondered about it more than anything. To Jesile, the other boy was hardly different from himself, apart from being a little larger than his smaller-framed, coyote self. He was simply happy to have the company in weather that seemed to disregard him as nothing but a speck of sand.
"So. Whad'dya wanna do?" Because he naturally assumed that if the wolf did not mind his company, and he did not mind the wolf's, they should surely do something to pass the time and invigorate themselves! Or, well, they could just walk, and talk. It made no difference to him.
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[html]I'm very sorry for the wait; my internet was down. D: hate you the way I do
Usually, Merit was not clumsy. Rather, he was quite graceful in comparison to many other pups - but lately, his grace had been failing him. With his limbs growing, his height increasing, he found it difficult to not stumble every once and a while, or to trip. These occurrences, however, were still not overly often; soon, he would certainly be out of the irritating, clumsy stage. And he couldn’t wait.
I'm Merit Acidic, he said. Jesile Mogotsi was an interesting name, he found; he liked it. He mentally pinned the name to the male's face, making sure that he wouldn't forget. He knew that it was safer, if not far more polite, to remember the names of those he met. Although meeting wolves was far from a common occurrence with him, he made sure to remember them all.
The other boy asked what he wanted to do. Frowning, Merit considered that; he wasn't really sure. I don't know. What do you want to do?
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[html] Jesile considered that for a moment, because really, he didn't know. At least, he didn't know when this sort of weather was involved. It could die down and fade away just as easily as it could fiercely rise up and make the trip home difficult. However, he had company. If the weather shifted to the latter, at the very least, he would have Merit with him, and that did not seem so bad at all.
The wind drove into his face and his large ears were forced back against his head, almost billowing uselessly. He had to squint a little, and so it was not obvious, but he brightened a little and he began to walk parallel to the shore, simultaneously thinking of what they could possibly do and making a show of knowing what he was doing. Soon enough though, he decided that simple exploring more of the beach couldn't hurt. Glancing at the wolf, he grinned and motioned ahead with his nose. |
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The weather, although far from pleasant for most, was not too bad in Merit's mind. This hinted to his future, where he might enjoy things that others found unpleasant; a nasty storm, spiked collars, dark places. Or, maybe he would just enjoy the rain, thunder and lightning, to an unusual extent. Puppies, after all, changed quite quickly, and often. Stages were stages; some lasted, some faded.
The boy watched Jesile walk parallel with the shore, momentarily considering trying it - but changing his mind. He was not as graceful as he would be in future months (he had already made that clear), and attempting such a thing could end in disaster. But, then, it might not...
Before he considered any more, the other boy must have figured that they should explore, and hinted for Merit to follow him. The wolf did so, obediently, a smile on his ink-spattered maw.
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[html] Considering for a moment, the things he had done and found here during past expeditions to the bay, he picked his way among them, trying to figure out something that would still entertain himself as well as his new companion. Finally, he had it. About a week earlier, he had come upon a canvas bag close to the shore, and had taken it to the tree-line to shelter from the waves and elements, wondering if perhaps someone might find it. Either accidentally left or purposely abandoned, he wondered if it was still there, and began to make his way up the beach toward the place where it should have been. That was, if he could remember correctly. "There's a bag somewhere, just inside the trees. Or should be." Maybe he could have help looking for it, and if they could find it, maybe they could investigate its contents. |
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Although it took him a moment to figure out just what would be so intriguing about a bag, when he considered the things that could be in it, he supposed that it could be interesting to inspect. Yeah? The boy's indigo eyes stared around in interest, searching for the object in question. He hadn't ever really paid any attention to a bag; it was just a bag, after all. An unmoving object. A bag what never special; but what was in it could be, right?
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This feels pretty old. You wanna fade it out?[html] He continued straight to the trees, not bothering to look back because he knew the other boy would be close behind him. Dipping his nose slightly, and hunching his shoulders, he searched along the tree line for a moment before he picked up the exact location. Turning his head back over his shoulder, he grinned, and then disappeared into the branches and undergrowth. After a minute of rummaging inarticulately, he emerged with the canvas sack in his jaws, and dropped it close to where the other boy stood. Whatever was inside, they would soon find out. |
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Merit followed Jesile wordlessly, his eyes concentrating on more than just the bag; he took in the feature of the trees. Why he did so, he supposed it was only for future reference; there wasn't much of a chance of him getting lost, at that moment. Not paying attention, the boy had almost missed the other male leaving; he snapped to attention, and waited impatiently. He grinned as the sack was brought out from its hiding place.
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