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Post by Novel on Oct 10, 2009 13:18:31 GMT -5
The ground reminded her of snow. It was so beautifully white, almost pure. The air even smelled clean, fresh, right. Karo lifted her head, ears pressing forward to listen to the sounds around her. The waves gently swayed up and down the beach, hardly making a sound. It was so peaceful, so alluring...
Karo stepped near a shaded area and looked around. Giving a soft sigh, she lowered herself on her long legs and lay out. The sand was warm but the air was cool around her. Her eyes slowly drifted closed, this was so amazingly relaxing to her...
Her dreams were haunted with terrible taunting and harsh words. As she slept, her ears flattened against her head. Her eyes moved around underneath her lids and her body tensed. But slowly, as the soft breeze and gentle smells washed over her she began to relax. Her head and body sunk slightly as sweet dreams invaded her sleep. |
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Post by Mink on Oct 18, 2009 23:01:00 GMT -5
It was a long swim. It wasn't that she didn't know where to go--she had often caught her parents looking very fondly in a specific direction across the ocean. She had not been prepared for the time and length she had to overcome in order to reach the isle, but she had made it nonetheless.
And oh, how wonderful the soft white sand felt under her pads. It was nothing like the shores from which she had come. This sand was so fine, it felt like warm snow beneath her. Fortura scurried up the beach a few strides and threw herself on the ground. For a few minutes, she simply lay there, resting after her tiresome journey. Soon enough, she found herself rolling in the sand, getting it lodged between her wet furs, then shaking it off as she stood.
Now the white wolf took the time to truly look at the island. There were mountains in the distance, tall and capped with snow. Forests obscured the horizon from her view and before them she saw boundless grasslands. The she-wolf could hardly wait to bound headfirst into this beautiful place which looked, quite frankly, untouched by any harm or illness whatsoever, when something far down the shore caught her eye. A reddish thing stood out painstakingly from the white sand. Before venturing into the mainland, Fortura decided on inspecting this peculiar thing first.
Upon inspection in a much closer vicinity, the she-wolf discovered that the object was indeed another wolf! Or was it? Fortura slowly circled the sleeping canine, kicking up sand lightly. She had never seen a wolf that color, and certainly not with such big ears or long legs. Her family was all whites, grays, and browns, but this bold, magnificent red?
"That's beautiful!" she practically shouted, jumping in a bucking motion once, completely disregarding and maybe even forgetting that the creature she observed was very alive and very likely to be disturbed by her sudden appearance and outcry. |
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Post by Novel on Oct 18, 2009 23:17:00 GMT -5
Karo's paws twitched in her sleep well before Fortura interrupted. A smile flickered over her face as her mother invaded her mind and she relished in old memories. Her mother leaned forward, mouth opening to say something, when suddenly...
"That's beautiful!"
Karo jerked awake at the sudden invasion, her mothers image snapping away as she let out a startled yelp. Brown eyes opened wide to stare at whatever had interrupted her sleep and, much to her surprise, discovered it was another wolf. Another wolf who, against the white sand, seemed to disappear as if only a memory. Her eyes squinted as a mumbled, accent ridden voice questioning, "Motha?"
She shook her head a moment, clearing it away from her dreams as she looked at this wolf closer. It was quite clear that no, this was not her mother. Terressa was this same hue, perhaps, but not marked as strangely as this one. And her mother was slightly taller, maybe a bit skinnier as well. As it was, it was fairly unlikely this was her mother at all, considering she had left her mother many months ago. But the resemblance was almost unsettling.
Nervously, Karo pushed herself up and towered over the smaller female. Her head tilted, her ears adding to her towering form. Another question came to her voice, "Wo'er yew than?" Her eyes squinted nervously, the hairs on her mane standing on end as she shifted her weight back and forth, unsure about this rather hyper wolf before her. |
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Post by Mink on Oct 24, 2009 0:09:06 GMT -5
Fortura soon found that fur tint was not the only thing that made this wolf different. Even considering the white wolf's young age, this one towered over her. The reddish wolf's legs were like stilts, and for a moment Fortura felt the size of the rabbits she so loved to hunt where she had grown up.
As if the she-wolf's height was not unnerving enough, Karo spoke in a tongue unfamiliar to the smaller female. It was almost vaguely understandable, but somehow sounded like a completely different language at the same time. After all, Fortura had never heard any dialect besides her own family's. Confused, the white wolf cocked her head and swished her tail, sniffing in the stranger's direction.
"I don't understand," she announced finally. She didn't recall her parents mentioning a language specific to Lapushka. |
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Post by Novel on Oct 28, 2009 11:41:25 GMT -5
The wind blew slightly around the area, blowing up a small rush of sand that tickled Karo's nose. It twitched before she shook her head, rubbing a paw against her nose and just making everything worse for her. A disgruntled sound came from her throat before the other female spoke. Karo's ears went forward as she listened to the other female, still mildly distracted with her nose. She lifted her head, finally, realizing the other wolf can not understand her.
She thought a moment of how to say it, knowing her accent was an annoyance to most wolves she's met on her journey, however- none had simply said they can not understand her. "Aaahh..." she said, before deciding her best bet would be to enunciate her words, "EYE saED, HA-OO ah yahEW?" She winced, hoping her voice didn't sound rude. It was really quite difficult for her, changing her accent.
She looked down at the smaller wolf again, considering her a moment. Was she older than her? She couldn't really tell, her height made that impossible. But something about this wolf made her seem as if she were younger... maybe the fact she seemed so excited at how she looked? Was immaturity really a degree of age, however? (( -fail- :3 )) |
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