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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 19:28:39 GMT -5
AQUIL & NOOR
There was a phrase oft repeated to the young and impressionable by the elderly, who were considered by many to be wise and experienced. It a phrase that, looking back on it, was likely stock; something the elders made up to sound intelligent. In reality, their deteriorating brains likely retained little memories of their youth once they passed a certain age, and this caused him to doubt the substantiality of the saying. After all, it had never applied to him. Although many cats took the saying to heart and practiced it dutifully each day, it was one he had never considered to be all that important.
"The early bird catches the worm."
Aquil was not a bird. He was a cat, and cats did not dine on worms. Therefore, this proverb was of little consequence to him. He would not let words hold sway over his actions and decisions--unless, of course, those words were spoken by a figure of authority. So, as was customary for the black tomcat, he awoke as he pleased, usually a bit later than the rest of his peers. Over the years he'd received criticism for his late start on the day, but he was sure it was all in jest. His superiors had yet to reprimand him for rising late, so he had no reason to cease. Aquil was, after all, a creature of habit. Routine was of the utmost importance to him.
He woke this late autumn morning no earlier than he usually did. As was expected, he was the last one to exit the protectors' den. The rest of his colleagues were already outside, no doubt shivering in the frigid morning air. He did not envy them, and so took his time to wake up. First, he opened his crystalline blue eyes slowly, blinking twice or thrice to clear his vision. Then he stood, arching his back in a luxurious stretch and shaking the sleep from his limbs. He yawned, shook his head to clear the cobwebs from his brain, and reluctantly headed out into the day.
At once a frosty breeze played across his sleep-ruffled fur, further messing it up. He scowled. Aquil had only been awake for two minutes, tops, and was already frowning; a new record. He paused to groom himself, bringing each and every rebellious hair into sleek alignment, before crossing the camp to the Frigid Pool. He paused at the water's edge, sneering down his nose at the placid water reflecting the sky above. It was clear and blue, with a few wisps of cloud. It was the kind of morning that was crisp and bracing, and had ill-hidden hints of winter in it. He shivered, struggling to adjust to the drastically lower temperature of the out-of-den environment.
He shied away from the chatter of Kami and Romi. He was not fully awake yet, and in no hurry to engage in conversation that required any intelligent speech. He sighed, flattening his ears against that irritating, frost-laden breeze, and inched towards a quieter, therefore more welcoming face further down the water's edge.
"Morning," Aquil greeted the other brusquely with a curt dip of his head. He settled himself beside the other tomcat, wrapping his tail neatly over his paws. The motion was daintily polite, but its real purpose was to shield his freezing paws from the water that lapped at the tip of his toes. "Camp's a bit noisy today, is it not?" He wrinkled his muzzle disdainfully. "Chatter won't protect our borders or fill empty bellies. These cats need something to keep busy with."
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Nov 11, 2017 19:39:32 GMT -5
( Awesome! I'll respond... well, I take forever with responses, so we'll just cross our fingers here. -SPRINTS TO REPLY- )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 20:24:53 GMT -5
No pressure from me! take your time. I apologize for my rough starter. they aren't my strong suit }
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Nov 11, 2017 20:28:19 GMT -5
( Actually, if its cool with you, I think I'm gonna have to do this tomorrow. I'm running on little sleep today and writing is hARD- is it okay if I put you on hold for a little bit? ;v;" )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 23:13:46 GMT -5
absolutely! I totally understand where you're coming from. hope you sleep better tonight <3 }
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Nov 12, 2017 13:26:20 GMT -5
N O O R
If Noor was to be honest, he would have to confess that he knew about as much of Aquil as he did of the sky. In truth, he had always maintained a rather loose and fleeting interest in his company, and an even poorer understanding of him. That wasn’t to say that the tom couldn’t be interesting in his own right, but the need to study and know him had never arose in Noor’s mind, and so the protector had let a comfortable distance lay between the two of them. Now, however, he wondered if that was to his disadvantage, for as his company came sidling up with a greeting as warm as a snowy breeze, Noor was left at an utter loss for words. After all, what was he to say to someone who had just then declared their dislike for chatter?
Even if he’d proclaimed as much, Noor couldn’t help but feel as if Aquil’s words played against his complaint. Aquil was, in a way, contributing to that endless dribble of useless banter, for he knew that Noor would reply, and the conversation would progress. He supposed it was unavoidable, but it still nagged at him oddly. He’d always thought that cats like he and Aquil had a purpose pulling at their tongue- a purpose that couldn’t be swayed by the babbling of things as important as peat moss and dirt.
“Are you and I not chatting now?” He inquired after a time. The words left him with a hesitant lilt; a tone that supported the awkward edges that lined his otherwise polite expression. It was odd to hear, for hesitance was not something that he expressed often, even if it was something that he frequently felt. Noor was, after all, a creature of display, who mimed his actions and words with careful practice and thought, and who rarely let air to what he truly felt. So it was strange for him to show such an uncomfortable side of himself, and especially to someone as unknown to him as Aquil- but in a way, he was grateful for it. It offered a minor distraction from a bigger worry and a far more risky train of thought. Both were certainly odd- Noor was certainly odd- but as of now, he was thankful because of it.
“Though you are right,” he soon agreed. As if a splash of water had washed it away, the awkwardness had disappeared from the plains of his face, leaving his eyes steady against the blue of Aquil’s. Once more, the calm and pleasant facade had been placed and set, and with something of a sweet tone, he offered the tom his most agreeable self. “It’s going to get cold soon; far too cold to sit around and prattle about nothing.”
His head swiveling towards the sprawl of camp, Noor was silent for a moment as he took in the scene around him. Although he’d proclaimed his agreement with the tom, Noor couldn’t help but feel as if he was lying, in this way. An empathetic side of him cried for him to protest against his companion's words- to say that it was perfectly fine if those around them wished to chat, for he doubted that their high spirits would last much longer. Winter would soon arrive as it always did, it would begin to eat away at their spirits as easily as it did the warmth in their toes. He didn’t even know if they would still be around to cause such chatter when winter passed.
Of course, he bit his tongue at this.
“I suppose you’re hoping for something to do then,” he said after a moment, his white face turning towards Aquil’s black one. From where he crouched, he couldn’t help but take in his companion’s appearance with something of a tactful dedication; something that wasn’t uncommon, for he’d treated many with such a gaze in the past. After all, now that he found himself so close, it would have been a shame not to study what he was up against.
Has he always been this small?
Perhaps it was simply due to the sleek coat that clung to his sides, or the tapered nature of his every feature, but when compared, Noor felt as if there was a definite difference between he and Aquil. Noor himself was all broad shoulders and thick white fur- fur that cried for attention in the summer, only to disappear in winter. Aquil’s fur, on the other paw, would never disappear, for no matter the season, Aquil stood out like a patch of night in the middle of day.
“If you’d like, I’m free to hunt or patrol. I’m feeling rather cooped up today.”
Cooped up didn’t even begin to cover it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 14:16:14 GMT -5
AQUIL & NOOR
The expression of awkwardness on the snow-colored tom’s face was not lost on Aquil, but he chose to disregard it. The look was fleeting, as were most of his peers’ when he spoke to them. It wasn’t that he was awkward, but the company he kept always chose to interpret his words in a way that made them slightly uncomfortable. Over time he had become accustomed to the perplexed faces of his companions when he tried to strike up conversation with them. They were accustomed to flowery words in conversation, while he preferred to cut straight to the point. For some reason he could not fathom, this always unsettled them.
He was grateful to find, however, that in the case of Noor, it didn’t last long. The other cat quickly overcame his brief discomfort and eased into a gentler tone of voice. Aquil nodded in response to his comment. “Quite right. My point exactly. Might as well get something done before all the prey goes into hiding. At least some movement will help us to warm up,” he added, fluffing out his short coat as much as he was able.
He eyed the broad-shouldered tom’s feathery coat with ill-disguised envy, something he worked hard to keep covered up. In Aquil’s mind, expressing emotion was something of a weakness, so he tried to keep his innermost thoughts hidden through blunt speech and a stony face, often wrinkled in a scowl. This time, perhaps due to his great discomfort at the cold, he was too distracted to bother covering up, though he especially hated to let anyone see that he envied them. He would not allow any cat the pleasure of being envied, something he wished he could experience at least once. But who would want to be Aquil? Aquil, the cynical, analytical killjoy with hardly any friends?
“Perhaps a patrol would be best. Hunting is a task best left to gatherers. That is their area of expertise, after all.” Though hunting patrols were occasionally performed by protectors as well, especially if the season called for it, as autumn and winter often did due to lack of prey, Aquil would rather not make a fool of himself trying to chase mice around in the brush. He’d already done that once, when he was younger, and still suffered from the embarrassing memory. That was when he had committed to not step out of his comfort zone as oft he could. Beyond what one already had experience with inevitably lay failure. Failure was never acceptable, in any situation, according to Aquil’s perfectionist ideals.
So he met Noor's gaze calmly and with an even expression, all traces of envy or any other feeling once more gone from his face and his tone of voice as he awaited an answer.
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Nov 12, 2017 16:28:13 GMT -5
N O O R
“Yes, I suppose we could use some warming up... It’s a bit chilly out today, isn’t it?”
Despite the sentiment, however, this didn’t stop the tom from dipping his head a final time, and taking a quick drink of water. The liquid was sharp and burning on his tongue, and he was silent for a time as he let the cold go slithering down his throat. Even with it, however, he could still feel that nervous haze as it continued to clog his head, while down below, a rat's nest of sticky nerves tangled itself together within his gut. It all left him feeling a little choked, and a little shaky, but at the very least, the sip helped to freeze the expression of easy calm upon his features. He supposed that that was a good start to ridding himself of those awful, anxious feelings.
Glancing at his company, Noor didn’t bother to steer his eyes clear of the envy that he saw souring Aquil’s face. He could see the way he struggled to wrestle it down- to dominate it and hide it- but it was there, and it was all focused on Noor, and with a breath he dared not let out, the white tom was silent as he pondered why it was even there at all. What did a cat like Aquil have to be jealous over? For a time, he didn’t know, until- that is- he saw the bristling of the ebony tom’s pelts, and just like that, the dots connected like constellations within Noor’s head.
Poor Aquil was cold.
I suppose his fur is rather thin, by comparison, he finally thought. In truth, however, Aquil was made up of rather odd pieces for a cat that lived where he did. Unlike most of the Outlivers, and even among the Spurned Ones, short coats and lean builds were rare, and dangerous things to possess, at that. Less likely were you to starve on some snowy tundra- less likely were you to find yourself snapped between the teeth of others- but all the more likely you were to freeze where you lay, blue-nosed and solid. A single night of sleet and snow could be the death of someone like Aquil. Noor certainly hoped it wouldn’t be, for his sake.
“Oh, right! Patrolling...” Back on track once more, the tom gave a slight and subtle laugh- something that sounded halfhearted, at best, and possibly even fake. Somehow it fit perfectly in line with the polished look he wore. “Sometimes I miss hunting,” he lied, “but you’re correct. It’s best to leave it where it’s best performed.”
Standing on legs that brought him high into the air, the tom paused for just a moment to arch his spine, and let the fur there rise to catch the cold around him. Beneath his limbs, pearl-white claws curled into the earth, which was damp and dark beneath his pads. Finally, when a pop had emanated from somewhere within his bones, his figure relaxed and dropped, and he blinked at the stark-black tom beside him. “Anyplace you’d like to check out first?”
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Nov 12, 2017 20:57:14 GMT -5
[ hey guys, my activity may be spotty for a few days to a week (hopefully not any longer than that). having issues with my medication so I'm pretty messed up about half the time and exhausted the rest of the time, which makes it pretty hard to keep up with things and write. I'll be slower until I can get this fixed.
I should be able to keep up with updating the threads and handling new joiners, just not chatty or able to write posts. if anyone needs me feel free to tag me here or on the group discord (discord will get my attention faster). ]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 22:30:39 GMT -5
oof, I can relate to that more than I want to right now. changing medications is soooo much fun. hope you feel better soon <3 }
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Post by noble. on Nov 13, 2017 18:10:42 GMT -5
⤞ r e a ᴏᴡʟ i finally finished taras' bio ;u;
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2017 20:22:19 GMT -5
hey guys owo
My laptop's gotten a virus that has made it basically useless, and I'm absolutely horrible at typing on my phone, so I won't be able to reply for awhile. It's literally frozen on one webpage until I can get it fixed. Sorry for being poofy ;n; }
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Nov 14, 2017 17:33:13 GMT -5
[ Tealraven - - no problem; hope it gets sorted out soon, sounds like a pain ]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2017 20:45:16 GMT -5
AQUIL & NOOR
“Only a little,” Aquil lied. “I suppose those of you who have thicker coats are more suited to this type of weather and aren’t discomforted by it much.” That was a fair response, he figured. Truthful, but not exactly giving away how much he was bothered by the frostbitten wind that nipped at his finely-pointed nose, which was, for once, not turned up in disdain.
Perhaps that was because he could find a kindred spirit in Noor. The tom was quiet and analytical, much like himself. Even now as he sat here, he could almost hear the cogs turning in Noor’s head, uncomfortably aware of white feline looking him over, taking in his night-colored fur and no doubt noting the weakness in it. Winter was fast approaching, and so was the time of year Aquil felt most out of place among his peers. There was nothing to be done about his dark fur but to grimace and bear it--that was the correct phrase, wasn’t it?
He rose gracefully to his paws, tail swaying from side to side as he racked his brain for the places that had last been checked and marked. The first patrols of the day were just heading out, theirs being one of them, so the borders had likely not been monitored since the day before. Anywhere could work. But he fancied a nice trot to keep him warm and stretch his legs, so maybe someplace a little farther away from camp would be better. Is that would Noor would approve of?
“I was thinking we could head west. Check the borders there, make some good use of the Poplar Watch,” he mewed, glancing sideways at the other cat. It was so hard to tell what he was thinking. Noor was very unlike the other cats in the Outlivers, who often wore their emotions plainly on their foreleg and didn’t bother trying to hide them the way he and Aquil seemed to. Aquil found this to be incredibly naive, being so open about one’s innermost thoughts and feelings that way. The way they all seemed so at ease with talking with each other about… anything? What did they chat amiably about all the time? He wouldn’t know; he rarely spoke in group conversation because the topic usually didn’t apply to him or interest him. He was rarely in a group to begin with. Cats seemed to drift away whenever he approached them, so eventually he had stopped trying to include himself altogether. Why make oneself present where one wasn't wanted?
Thought a good part of him (well, a very large part of him, actually) was reluctant, he knew that two cats on patrol would not do much work. Ground could be marked much quicker if the work was spread among three or four cats. His eyes flickered briefly over the mingling brown pelts of Kami and Romi, still chattering away. He had not overheard much of their conversation in joining Noor; there was a chance they’d already made plans for a patrol elsewhere. It wouldn’t hurt to ask, probably. Unless they said they were too busy to be bothered with Aquil and Noor. They might turn down the offer because of him. Aquil’s ears flattened self-consciously. Then it might sting just a tiny bit. But what were the odds of that happening?
“Should we consider inviting others?” he offered. “Not that there is anything wrong with your company, of course, but more work could be done if more cats were involved.”
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Nov 15, 2017 21:33:37 GMT -5
( WILL RESPOND SOON. noble. WANNA THROW TARAS IN WITH THE BOYS HERE? IF YOU'RE OKAY WITH IT, THAT IS, Tealraven )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2017 21:45:06 GMT -5
IT'S FINE BY ME WHY ARE WE CONVERSING IN CAPS THO }
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Nov 15, 2017 21:59:39 GMT -5
( I GENERALLY SPEAK IN CAPS. IT'S 90% OF MY CONVERSATIONS. YOU'LL GET USED TO IT. HOPEFULLY. )
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Nov 15, 2017 22:32:33 GMT -5
( NOPE, I'M HERE. )
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Post by noble. on Nov 16, 2017 3:55:17 GMT -5
owl i fell asleep :'( anyway ill reply later today when im not falling asleep at the keyboard
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Nov 17, 2017 12:29:55 GMT -5
[ I've recovered from my medication issue, so I'm back c: I have a busy day and a massive writing assignment so I'll probably get to replies tomorrow. welcome noble <33
EVERYONE'S WRITING IS GORGEOUS HOLY CRAP GUYS ]
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Post by noble. on Nov 26, 2017 16:26:04 GMT -5
The large silver coon stared vacantly into the dimly lit space, the all too familiar silence greeting him. Taras had practically dragged himself into his nest long after the sun had crawled behind the horizon, shrouding the forest in a veil of darkness. Like many nights before, his limbs screamed with exhaustion, protesting against any movement. However, his restless heart heard none of it and continued to threaten to beat right out of his chest. He couldn't stop thinking about him. It had been almost exactly three years since the tragic death of his endearing brother, Grisha. Oh! His heart! How it broke for those warm, welcoming eyes! Taras had been so young when he had heard of his brother's passing. His memories of him were nothing more than an image seen through a foggy haze. Though that didn't matter much, his heart still remembers how much he meant to the young lad.
He could recall the day like any other. The world swallowed in the cruel white, the wind howling, air biting. Taras, a small pitiful thing then, had taken cover from the brutality of the winter in Grisha's nest, hoping that his brother would soon return with the smell of forest in his fur and tales of the adventure he had had that day. Usually, his tales consisted of what was seen on the border, spinning them to be more extravagant than they were really made out to be. It was not Grisha but rather a fellow protector, Mumin who had spun him a tale that night. It was the tale of Grisha's end. He could still remember the sorrow that flooded her sorry eyes. No words were needed, he knew that Grisha would not be coming back to the nest that night - nor any night for that matter. Still, she spun that sad, sad tale. The cruel white had stolen him like so many others.
Taras' breath caught in his throat as the thought of Grisha rolled in his head. What if Grisha had never really met his demise? Taras had awakened a few years ago in the early hours of the morning tantalized by the same thought. Maybe Grisha would return one day. The large brown coon would come sauntering in as if it had only been a few breaths that had passed in his absence, mumbling about the vile truths of the land. He'd cross the clearing and plop down next to the fresh-kill pile, hook a small morsel with his claw and place it in front of him. Taras would take that as his cue and would drift over to the tom, taking a seat beside him. And just like that, as Grisha would pass him a bite of his meal, all the lost time, sleepless nights, empty voids and worries he had carried in with the night would vanish like the melting snow. They would rest, wake with the sun and make their journey back into the territory for patrols - brother beside brother, blood with blood. All would be right with the world. Taras let out a huff. Childish, he knew, but he didn't care.
Taras shook his head. Stop it. Forget about him.
Stars know how long he had laid there before coming to the conclusion that he would not be able to catch any slumber. Letting out an evaporated sigh he rolled in his nest in an attempt to at least be more comfortable as he rode out his sleepless night. Soon after, he decided that he had to make a movement, the sharp claws of leaf-bare fingering through his fur, causing his coat to prickle. Tail lifted high to ensure that it wouldn't brush against any of his companions he quietly navigated his way through the maze of sleeping bodies and nests, each step followed by the cast of a reassuring gaze over his shoulder to ensure himself that he had not disturbed any of the sleeping souls.
Taras stood outside the protectors sleeping area for a few breaths before he allowed his paws to carry him to the edge of the camp. Stone walls loomed above him as he picked a spot to sit, allowing the shadows of the night to mask his frame in a veil of black. Reeling back he thought back to the first time he ventured out of camp as a youngster and how awfully afraid he was of the stones coming crashing down. Of course, they never did but even now there was a small particle of him that rattled with fright.
The lad sat there under the stone wall and star-filled sky until the pale blue light of dawn bleed across the ground. He watched as cats begun to chase their fantasies away and awake to the cold of morning. Taras couldn't help but imagine what lives they had lived in their sweet slumber. Did they dream of what the seas' breath would feel like pushing through their fur? Maybe perhaps a night full of chasing hares over golden rolling hills splotched with wildflowers, their pungent fragrance clinging to their fur and lingering just a few moments longer as they pushed sleep from their eyes. Or maybe, just maybe they curled into the warmth of another, enveloped with nothing but reassurance that everything was alright. He could only sit there and pray to the stars above that their nights were full of sweetly fabricated tales. The tom knew more than anyone that there would be fewer of those sweet times with the coming winds.
It was then that he caught himself, hoping, praying to the stars. It would seem rather unusual that a lad like himself would be speaking to the stars as if their very fabrication was their will and had something to do with his. Most were accused of blasphemy for believing in things that had no true explanation, the stars, the moons, the sea. He understood their reasoning and harsh tones, why would anyone believe in such things. Why they were false truths that the Outsiders spoke to comfort kits when the days went dark and were full of terrors! Not for an old lad like him! Especially not him, a protector of the Outlivers! Still - how many times had he followed the stars back home when he got lost? One too many I'd say. Fear struck his heart. Hard. If anyone ever had an inkling of an idea that Averik and Mahin did not have a place in his heart he'd be thrown out like a spoiled piece of food, like a Spurned one and that'd be the end of his star dreaming. He couldn't help it, all he could think about was Grisha's talk of the stars, moon, trees, and sea. His brother had sworn him to secrecy, stressing that he mustn't repeat any star-moon talk, and he listened.
By the stars, it will be alright.
Shaking his head he refocused on his companions. His heart sank slightly as peaceful faces were replaced with grime ones. Hopefully, the cold hadn’t reached the hearts of prey and many would come back tonight with bodies swinging from their jaws and an extra spring in their step. Though, he did hope that the cold had reached his companions’, maybe now things would actually get done in a decent and timely manner. He always thought that his companions’ paws were a little more idle than he preferred. Taras could accept and reason with a lazy morning - however, that didn’t mean that he approved of them. Sluggish mornings were not for those with the faint of heart. Now that the land was beginning to bleed red the work to be done was to become staggering. Hopefully, the duties would be carried out without complaint - but that was him dreaming.
Craning his neck back he watched as the wind played with the trees above, tossing their limbs and foliage from side to side. His companions may be comfortable with the coming winds but his heart surged when the first green leaf turned. I wouldn’t say that Taras is a frightful creature - anything but. However, when it comes to the cold winds and the white they bring a certain anxiety overtakes him. He knew what would come after the last leaf fell. On the bitter winds, claws unsheathed, Winter will come. Waves will wash over the lands, drowning everyone and everything in a sea of desperation and more importantly hunger. Taras thought back to the previous winters, they had lost only a few, but a few too many.
The large silver coon continued to watch as the trees swayed above, their delicate branches piercing the skyline like needles. A smirk crept across his lips, how awfully humorous it was for one cat to be so immersed in the habits of the weather. Casting his mossy green gaze he watched as the mismatched group of cats began to intermingle. There were Nuka and Monchi, Maska and Sinopa, Aquil and Noor. It seemed to him that everyone had paired themselves off for the morning. His heart sank. The young tom couldn't help but imagine his brother, Grisha standing beside him. Oh, damn his soft heart! Twice his heart has already grown weary and his paws still had yet to step outside of camp. Enough time had passed, it was time for him to fulfill his duties.
Taking a deep breath the large Maine Coon moved across the cold rocky floor, drifting closer to his clanmates that had already gathered in small groups. It felt more natural to go along with Noor and Aquil than the others, but he reminded himself that this wasn't about comfort, it was about survival. Still, he was not one to intrude and invite himself out. Instead, Taras stood, scanning the clearing in attempts of finding a group to go on a patrol with.
[FINALLY DONE SO SORRY THIS TOOK LONG AND IS SO LONG I KIND OF JUST WENT FOR IT MY BAD ALSO SORRY THIS POST IS SO CHOPPY AND AWKWARDLY WRITTEN, TRYING TO FIGURE OUT TARAS. ]
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Nov 28, 2017 0:46:41 GMT -5
[ hey guys. sorry for the disappearance. my health is all over the place right now. I'll try to get some things done in the next few days but can't promise I'll be extremely active for a while ]
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Post by noble. on Nov 28, 2017 10:15:27 GMT -5
⤞ r e a hope you feel better !!! ]
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Nov 30, 2017 19:44:08 GMT -5
N O O R
Discomforted? Well, Aquil was certainly correct in that regard. There were a great many things to bring Noor discomfort that day, be it the reminder of winter, or the sickly ideas that had blossomed like fungus in his brain, but the cold was not among his most extreme of issues. Rather, it was quite insignificant, in the grand scheme of things, and so he simply puffed out something of a laugh, before nodding in agreement with the tom. "I suppose not, no."
Watching as the dark feline rose from where he'd crouched, all ebony strewn muscle and a flicking tail, he was once again reminded of their size difference. While Aquil wasn't particularly small, he was certainly odd, by comparison to some. He had neither the thick frame or bear-like pelt of most Outlivers. He was a chip of stone among boulders, and Noor twitched an ear at the image, for it was far too poetic and imaginative for his taste. Still, how was it that a tom so... unique, had managed to find his way into a place so inhospitably cold? He hadn't the faintest idea, but the question interested him; though, not quite as much as his other question, which was... Why was Taras inching closer to them?
From the corner of his eye, where the world flecked into nothingness, and he could see only half of everything, he watched the large tabby. If there was one cat that Noor secretly admired, perhaps it was Taras. Then again, what was there not to admire of him? Physically and mentally, he had an air about him that made Noor feel as if he were on steady paws, and down to the very last stripe on his pelt, he was... majestic- but that sounded all too painfully romantic to ever be spoken. So he kept his mouth shut, and his eyes straight ahead, and tried to forget his early youth, when he was nothing but a suck-up around the older tom. It was embarrassing, really, and in the end, it felt entirely inappropriate.
"The west?" He spoke, his eyes trained wholly upon the character before him. Although the focus of his gaze never once swayed from Aquil, his mind was far from him, instead wrapped tightly around their silent company. "Yes, that sounds good."
Since Grisha's passing, Taras had been... off, in a way, and understandably, he supposed. While Noor had never been close to his kin (what with only a dead mother to share his blood with), he still understood, from a bystander's perspective, the need for intimacy that bore itself in others. Taras was no exception to that feeling, it seemed, and since his brother's death, it was as if the large tom was there, but not entirely- as if he had kept a tail length of distance between each passing word of conversation. In the end, to invade that distance felt... wrong. Inappropriate- as was said. So Noor let it be, and he backed off- after all, there was no point in trying to close a gap that wasn't meant to be closed.
None of that mattered though. With his attention snapping back to Aquil as he spoke once more, Noor was silent as his eyes traced the outline of his counterpart's ears, watching as they flattened like wind pressed leaves against the top of his skull. He almost frowned at the mention of company, his gaze quickly leveling with Aquil's own. In all honesty, he hardly wanted anyone else chatting in his ear- not that he disliked Aquil, or even held any particular feelings for him. In the end, it all just made his stomach twist all the more, and his paws land heavier beneath him. He couldn't say that though- he'd have rather bit his tongue off than say that- but he didn't speak for a moment.
Observing his companion, his face a stark white slate, Noor seemed to weigh his options for a time, his eyes ever searching, observing, studying, hoping to pry apart and scrape away whatever he could by sight alone. It was only when he offered a tease of a look did the staring spell break. "Well, I'm glad that my company alone doesn't offend you. You're right though. Absolutely right."
Turning his head, as if he'd planned it all along, he pinned his attention upon the thick pelt of the tom beside them. "Taras," he chirped in a clear, breezy tone; utterly pleasant, and completely void of anything telling. "Aquil and I are planning to head out on a patrol to the Poplar Watch," he continued with a nod, his form swaying ever so slightly to bump a gentle shoulder against Aquil's. It was a friendly move- a welcoming one- but nothing close to familiar. It was show, and that was all, and all was very clear. "Care to come with?"
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