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Post by Dogsrock on Jun 2, 2012 11:26:06 GMT -5
The navy wolf stretched his front legs, his ears and tail relaxed. He was on a thin strip of beach, the towering trees of the forest looming behind him and the ocean spread out endlessly before him. To Anazi, the areas near the ocean had become almost like a home to him, a refuge from the worries of the older days. He didn't really like to be alone - no wolf did. But his travels from his youth had taught him that the rest of the world did not accept a wolf who's limbs could come unattached. He sighed, laying down in the imperfect sand, brown eyes watching the progress of the waves. He could always feel belonging by the ocean. He watched as the waves tossed around a particularly large piece of driftwood, not far off from the shore but too far to be watched up on the beach. It surprised Anazi that such a large stick could keep afloat. But then again, he had never actually seen driftwood that couldn't float. It was a mysterious thing that was found only by the ocean, and it had always seemed lighter than the regular forest sticks... Hmm. I wonder... An idea popped into the wolf's head. He cocked his head, considering it. Determined to investigate, he popped back up to his paws, his tail held straight behind him. Anazi turned and trotted into the forest, eying the ground intently. There was one. He bounded up to a fallen branch, probably the largest stick he could take ahold of. Grasping it in his maw, he began to drag it across the foliage onto the beach, excitement gleaming in his eyes. (ooc: Haven't roleplayed for a while, so please excuse me for any imperfections) |
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Post by Accalia on Jun 6, 2012 7:53:34 GMT -5
Acantha In bird form, Acantha soared high above the treetops, free from the world. There was nothing quite like flying - the hover that her wolf form could achieve just wasn't the same. If you could call it a wolf form; Acantha herself believed she was something far more than mere wolf, but then again, Acantha was just arrogant that way. Soaring over the beach, she glanced down, eyes lazily scanning the ground for prey, which she would shift into her wolf form to hunt and destroy. Hunger didn't bother her much, but she enjoyed the game. That was what life was to her; a game. The game had just got a little more interesting, because there was a navy blue wolf down there on the beach, carrying a stick. Acantha frowned. What was he doing? There was an immortal brightly-coloured freak in the forest, and she wished to make herself known. Acantha was never one to remain unnoticed - even if she'd wanted to, it would've been hard. Diving to the ground, Acantha opened her wings a metre above the ground, whispering a name as she landed and melting back into her strange, brightly coloured, ear-sparking, multi-tailed, winged-footed wolf form. "I believe," Acantha called, "that it is birds who carry sticks. Unless you have my power," she paused to lick her shoulder and smile, proud of her magic, "I would suggest that's beneath the dignity of a wolf, even a mortal one." (Sorry for the short post, no muse today) |
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Post by Dogsrock on Jun 7, 2012 17:39:17 GMT -5
Anazi had almost reahced the water when a flash of color caught his eye. He lifted his head and ears, dropping the log with a plop when he saw the bright-feathered bird swooping towards him. His surprise increased when the bird landed, morphing into a she-wolf the likes of which he had never seen before. The navy wolf was about to greet her when she interrupted.
"I believe that it is birds who carry sticks. Unless you have my power, I would suggest that's beneath the dignity of a wolf, even a mortal one."
Anazi cocked his head to the side in confusion, his tail lowering slightly. He didn't need her scent to notice her arrogance, but he wasn't in any social position to be bothered by other wolves' behavior. Besides, as long as she meant him no harm, he was not concerned over what her powers were. It was the rest of her message that puzzled him.
Doing his best to be polite, the navy wolf flicked his tongue before cautiously replying to the newcomer's statement. "I doubt that even an eagle could carry a stick this size," he said, watching her reaction to his words. "Unless you are building a nest, you probably have no reason to be carrying sticks in your bird form.
"As for me, I'm trying to do an... experiment with driftwood. You are welcome to come watch for yourself. He glanced briefly at the wings on her paws, but dismissed the notion. Although butterfly wings were easily damaged by water, she had a bird form she could follow him in if she wanted to. Anazi sunk his teeth into the bark of the large stick he was carrying and, making sure he had a secure hold on it, began dragging it into the shallow water breaking on the shore.
(ooc: short post is fine. in case it's not obvious, the stick he's carrying is not driftwood)
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Post by Accalia on Jul 2, 2012 16:49:26 GMT -5
Acantha laughed. "If I was doing an experiment with driftwood, the first thing I would do is find some." She cast an eye skeptically over his stick. "I do believe that is just a regular old twig." Her voice was mocking, a tone she considered fit to speak to mortals in and which positively glowed with arrogance and condescension.
Launching herself into the air with a grunt of effort, barely subdued - such noises were not dignified - Acantha hovered a few centimetres above the waves, butterfly wings whirring. Despite her seeming contempt, Acantha was always interested in experiments. Mortals were not interesting, although navy-blue mortals with sticks could be amusing. Knowledge? Knowledge was interesting. Knowledge was worth something.
"What kind of experiment?" she inquired, forgetting the icy tone for a moment. Her eyes glimmered, the closest she came to smiling in most situations. She was by the seaside, with a mortal to insult and knowledge to be gained. Life was as close to good as it got.
(OOC: I have that melancholy Boy For Sale song from Oliver stuck in my head so baaaad. EET EEZ MAKING ME MISERAAAABLE)
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