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Post by Junospower on Jan 2, 2024 3:09:56 GMT -5
(Perfectly fine with me, I’ll post when I get off work tomorrow)
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Jan 2, 2024 15:54:05 GMT -5
Ew, ew, ew this is so gross was all Maria could think as he ate the remains of the lynx's dinner. Seriously how could other shifters find this enjoyable? Licking her lips clean of blood and entrails she looked at the felines paw as it pushed on hers. Oh what now, please don't say she needed to move? As she saw the cats ears flick she couldn't help but groan. Why couldn't they just stay here, it was safe here. Just then the cow of an owl could be heard to far from their current position. With that she was brought back to reality, oh yeah no where here is safe. With yet another whimper, she slowly got back to her paws. This lynx seemed to be nice and if it is asking her to move then maybe she should. Besides, what else would she do? She stays she is still lost in a spooky forest with things that want to gobble her up like some sort of pupcone. At least with mr. lynx she had someone to be lost with, miseries loving company and all that. Javalle let the newcomer rise to her paws with a grunt, understandable since she was just running for her life a few moments ago. With the prey they offered he hoped the pup wouldn't complain too much. After all, they both had the same goal of getting home, and it would be best for them to stick together. Yet the more appealing alternative of taking her to his cottage until morning wouldn't stop prodding itself into their subconscious. Together the pair trekked through, with Javalle staying relatively close as to ensure his partner felt content despite the daunting situation. With a shudder the lynx was beginning to realize how monumental of a task this was turning out to be. He tried identifying little oddities when surveying the scenery so the pair could make their way back if the mission failed. The bend of a branch. A ring of shrubs. An oddly shaped mushroom. This was also to form sort of a mental map in case their trail was obscured by other wildlife upon return. Speaking of scents being foiled, wasn't the wolf scent in the air fainter a second ago? Why is it getting closer? Javalle scrunched his nose as his muscles tensed ever so slightly. He certainly hadn't forgotten about the rougues, or rather that's what he was telling himself. Were they close to the grounds of a werewolf den? But, there was something familiar about the wolf barreling past some distance away, racing through the wilderness with a snarl, and the unmistakable leg scarring not slowing him down in the slightest.
Jack!?Certainly his eyes couldn't be deceiving him? Was fate really so kind as to conveniently place his solution literally under his nose? On the gray wolf's heels was a smaller yet agile female, and another reminiscent smell that took Javalle back to his conversation at the coffee shop earlier that afternoon. This is it! Well, following the trails of two wolves he's hardly conversed with wasn't what he had in mind, but it was a promising lead. Come on! We've got some pursuing to do. He replied with a purr to the adolescent canine and sprung forward in his excitement, but still keeping the pace for his companion to keep up. Maria tried her best to keep up with her lynx companion while also trying to scan every inch of her surroundings. Each tree, bush, and blade of grass could hide a deadly viper, or other scary animal, that wished to gobble her whole. Now some could say she was being overly paranoid, and they would be completely correct. But hey, scardy cats get to keep their nine lives and she just wanted to keep one. Suddenly she caught the wife a scent of another wolf which made her ears pin back to her head in fear. Of course she had to some how had to run back into Jack. The guy basically said hey you see my wolf you get turned into its new squeaky toy. No, nuh uh, no way, she didn't wanna become puppy chow to some wacked out werewolf she just meet a few hours ago. Wait, hold on, can't we talk about this a little! Don't I get a vote in this?! was all Maria could whimper out before the lynx sprung forward oh so giddily. Okay note to self when lost in the middle of the woods during a full moon, don't follow random lynxes who want to chase after scary out of control werewolves. For now though she just followed the feline. What was she supposed to do not follow, she wasn't that dumb. Though she might have to reevaluate that when, if, she gets home. |
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 2, 2024 20:53:31 GMT -5
++ Charlemagne Cross -- Charlemagne times his leap with that of the dark wolf, angling to pounce on the lynx that had been pinning his son in a bid to tackle them away from him. The bear is the more prominent threat however, and he rolls to his paws so quickly it kicks up dirt behind him. Silver tail flashing and fangs bared, the coyote whips around to ensure he shows no one his back and immediately darts forward to bite at the massive paw closest to Bruno's head. If he can just harry the bear shifter into raising one or both paws in defense, there may be space to drag his son away...he'd even risk receiving a punishing blow himself to that end. Even with adrenaline heightening his every sense and instinct translating his lightning-quick thoughts into actions, Charlemagne doesn't know if this body that he has only just refamiliarized himself with is capable of accomplishing the momentous tasks he has set...but the she-wolf's powerful howl had galvanized him, and his breathing comes a little smoother when he rushes the bear again. He needs to finish this quickly, so that he can ensure the safety of the other young shifters. 'Even a minute of this is one too many. I can only spare two.'
"Are you truly proud of yourselves for preying on children? Spineless cowards!" The mental snarl is accompanied by another snap of his teeth, body wanting to go rigid with anger though he forces himself to remain loose in anticipation of the need to dodge an attack.
There is much that he wants to say to his newfound companion as well- beginning with heartfelt gratitude toward someone that he has only known in a peripheral sense- but he has no time for that now. Charlemagne directs his thoughts toward her with eyes on their opponent and his ears swiveling to catch the lynx's movements. "Let's stay in motion. Help me push him back, and I'll watch yours." His mental voice is terse and low, but he chances a glance her way as he prepares to spring again. |
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 2, 2024 20:55:58 GMT -5
[ Just a short one without too much emotion because I have some other tasks to finish tonight ^^"
I'm assuming that shifter telepathy can be localized based on who they want to speak with..? ]
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Post by soot on Jan 2, 2024 21:14:22 GMT -5
(It looks great Hush(:
And, Hawkeyes! Would you like to do a reply for this first, or would you like me to do one?)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 2, 2024 22:46:17 GMT -5
(Just to make sure I got this right before posting. Charlemagne snapped at the bear to get his attention, Nola used her fangs to attack the sandy wolf and is getting ready to help Charl fight the group attacking Bruno and friends?)
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Post by soot on Jan 2, 2024 22:49:22 GMT -5
That sounds right from what I’ve read and written! I’m planning on having Nola go after the bear, so lemme know if there’s anything I can and can’t do!)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 2, 2024 22:51:25 GMT -5
(Okay!)
The werebear whips around when he feels something snap at his paws. He rises on his two feet and roars attempting to intimidate Charlemagne before getting back on his feet and attempts to swipe his paws at him. While the bear was distracted, Monty goes racing away not caring what happened.
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Post by soot on Jan 2, 2024 23:21:22 GMT -5
Nola does a small double take when a flash of silver pounces right as she does. She takes a moment to worry that her howl might’ve simply attracted more possible rogues to fend off, but is quickly settled by the scent lingering on the silver coyote. Much too similar to the boy who has bear markings clawed down his back. Far too much blood underneath him, pooled like a puddle of ruby. It’s sheen similar to the shine of a necklace she knows she owns somewhere..Nola quickly sets herself back on to the matter at paw, growl still that odd, quiet purr. The coyote likely doesn’t have quite as much brute strength as her. And neither of them are particularly set for this task, let alone against a bear. Her ears swivel at the terse, but steady voice that resounds in her head, eyes flicking for just a moment towards the silver coyote, oddly reminiscent of a full moons sheen. Nola responds quick, and simple. ‘I’ll do what I can.’ No matter what physical harm may come of herself, protecting the younger shifters, and the one on said brink of death, is a much more important matter than her own injury. Nola can feel the anger behind the coyote snapping jaw, her hazel eyes landing in the bear intently. Her jaw nearly locks with the restraint taken from resisting snapping, trying to keep composure as she sends one last glance over to her silver companion, getting a single chance to take notice of his eyes on her before she flattens further to the ground. ‘Get your son. We have one less child to worry about.’ She responds, slightly more terse herself, ears thankful to pick up on one of the young shifters heartbeat getting further away by the second. Not wasting one more moment, Nola’s ears flat to her head, blood from her earlier tussle still caking her leg, and a glint of teeth, and while the bear’s paws are raised, she takes her chance. Distraction is key here, so she pounces, taking a quick, sharply sounding snap of her teeth. Nola aimed squarely for the junction of their shoulder and neck, raising her claws for a small, quick swiped before she lets herself drop, rolling away, and trying to get out of reach. Settled back onto her paws, she makes to doge to the right to draw the bears gaze, and trying to make an opening for the coyote. Whether she’s out of reach enough not to get swiped, well, she’ll know in a few moments if the somewhat familiar feel of claws raking down her skin is rained down upon her. (Again, feel free to cause some damage, Hawkeyes!) |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 2, 2024 23:42:41 GMT -5
The Werebear cries out in pain and turns his attention to Nola. He narrowed his eyes, she didn't smell like a Primal Blood but at the moment he didn't care. He pulls his paw back and swipes hard at Nola aiming for her shoulder.
One of the Were-Cats were going to help until He felt teeth around his leg. Teagan throws the feline hard into a tree before going after the one standing on top of Bruno. "I've come to help!" She said mostly to Charlemagne unsure of who the stranger was. The other werewolf glances around before racing off not wanting to fight any of them.
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 3, 2024 0:45:15 GMT -5
Javalle carried on in pursuing the pair of wolves but still tried to keep his appearance obscured by rummaging past the tall, overgrown grass that stalked up his legs. Despite his vision blurring with the rush of sprinting, he clearly heard the pup's whimper and tried to reassure her the best he could.
Look. I just so happened to meet with these wolves earlier. This is probably our best shot for getting you home. If things don't work out, I'll send you back to my territory where we can spend the rest of the night. But the choice is yours if you want to stick with me on the way back. I'm not leaving unless you tell me to.
Eventually they lost sight of where his leads were headed. The scenery gave way to a thick patch of shrubs and a myriad of unwelcoming scents. And with it, the various haunting shrieks and bellows of creatures in the midst of war. He wasn't prepared to meet a hostile audience in his humble search to return the lost pup. The chilling realization came to the lynx that the pungent note of blood was much more apparent now; a deterrent that addled the feline greater.
...Quickly, he assessed his surroundings again to plan an escape route. Drats. More shrubs. And a tree...
He uttered to his partner in a low growl, and pointed the best he could to a berry bush. Okay. You stay hidden in here. I'm going to climb up to find out what's going on. He reckoned he wasn't going to like what he was about to see.
(Putting the shifter telepathy to good use!)
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 3, 2024 1:47:02 GMT -5
[ I have to go to sleep now, but I should be free tomorrow to write more! After a three hour meeting what the heck dude ]
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Post by Junospower on Jan 3, 2024 2:30:42 GMT -5
(Almost forgot! Lucky I have the next four days off! Woo!) With a far more dangerous growl than he had ever used in his life, the wolf charged straight for the sandy colored wolf. The gray wolf snarled as he clamped his teeth around the rouges leg and shook. Hard. Let’s see how you like it!Blood dripped from the wound and down his own mouth. Even that stupid voice that he had been ignoring hadn’t said a word since he began his pursuit. Perhaps they had come to an agreement with this? He let go of the leg and pinned down the sandy colored wolf, his snout in the others face, pale blue eyes burning with utter hatred and snarling that the feral animal he is. I dare you. I dare you, you mongrel. Say that to me again! Call me ‘little wolf’ again!(Feral Jack is big mad. Italics are him wolf talking now. Slash is Jack trying to talk. This is for something cool I have planned. By the way, the sudden use of pronouns wasn’t by accident  ) |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 3, 2024 14:03:35 GMT -5
The sandy wolf barely had time to think before getting attacked twice. Next thing he knew, he was being pinned down by the wolf he previously made fun of. "W-Whoa take it easy! If anything you should be one of us! You were suppose to join us bu!
The were-wolverine takes a few steps towards them. Fascinating! You are a wild one aren't you? Don't you want to hear about the one that made you? You were suppose to be taken back to our camp but someone got sloppy"
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Post by Junospower on Jan 3, 2024 14:39:23 GMT -5
After what you did to me?!
His head whipped around to look at the wolverine, still pinning down the other wolf with a massive paw.
Made me? What are you talking about? I’m a wolf you fool. And I have no interest in joining a pack.
Like he would listen to these mongrels. All this talk of being made and camps. These creatures made no sense. He was a wolf through and through… wasn’t he? Yes, yes he was. Why would he doubt.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 3, 2024 16:42:30 GMT -5
"You weren't always there wolf. You were turned which is why you are able to run around. Tell you what, you give me some information and I might tell you more about your creator." He didn't know if it was his place to say much. The one who turned Jack was a strange one. Still, if he could get info on the Primal Bloods maybe he could move up in the ranks!
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Post by Junospower on Jan 3, 2024 16:45:47 GMT -5
(Oooh I see what you’re doing Hawk (; )
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 3, 2024 16:55:00 GMT -5
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 3, 2024 17:17:55 GMT -5
(I have some ideas for this wolf who turned Jack if you’d like to discuss in the den, Hawk! Unless you already have plans which is fine!)
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 3, 2024 19:17:52 GMT -5
++ Charlemagne Cross-- The werebear's thunderous roar reverbrates through his bones and echoes amongst the towering trees- his body wants to instinctively freeze up- anticipation of its effects allows him to take the opportunity presented by a shift in stance. Charlemagne makes a move toward his son, but even knowing the strikes are coming can't truly prepare him for the impact of wide-ranging claws scoring his right hindleg as he gently pulls the smaller coyote to the side. He grunts, smaller frame shuddering under the weight of it despite it being a mere glancing blow. Charlemagne forces the burning pain away, only allowing a moment to assess and categorize the wound as failing to be an immediate threat to his life. 'Damage to the scapula, roughly an inch of sinew missing. Triceps are torn in a place that will nontheless continue to facilitate movement.' Blood loss from a gash that nicked a major artery is a very real threat however. His heartbeat ticks like a timer in his chest. The werecoyote had only managed to pull Bruno about a foot away, but the she-wolf's attack gives him more time and space to complete the journey. Fur still rippling with aggression, he postures over the prone figure whilst pressing a paw- that he'd had to hastily shake free of dirt- over the worst of his wounds in an effort to stop the now sluggish bleeding. Bruno may be trying to heal but the process will be slower for more severe injuries. Charlemagne cannot afford to stay much longer- yet even with this desperate thought, he finally allows his laser-focus to expand beyond their brief standoff.
At least one cub had managed to get away, and he's immensely relieved by the fact that Monty had no pursuers- one less child to worry about, as she had said- Charlemagne's tensed body further relaxes when a familiar scent and shape barrels into the bloodied clearing, scattering two of the rogues with her ferocity. "Teagan-" He can only manage her name when a flash of motion prompts him to turn his head, ears flattening when he realizes that the first she-wolf's path will bring her to collide with the bear's claws.
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 3, 2024 19:19:55 GMT -5
[ Thanks Soot!
Love to see it Juno~ ]
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Post by soot on Jan 3, 2024 19:58:59 GMT -5
.’ - Nola Levington - ‘. Nola felt a tinge of relieve flatten her fur as the coyote seemed to manage to find an opening in her efforts. Though that relief is short lived, when she can understand what’s about to happen before the were-bears claws collide with her shoulder, hooks of claws tearing and dragging through her shoulder. The flash of sudden, searing pain makes her stumble, rolling onto her back and up onto her legs shakily with a quiet, but sharp keen. She can hear whispers of the coyotes terse voice somewhere in the back of her head, about his son’s injuries. Nola doesn’t take time to listen further, already feeling blood drip from her shoulder to her leg, and the feeling of gouges in her shoulder, to her elbow. With a snarl, she scrambles further around, using her small size and speed to her advantage. From what she heard, the newly arrived wolf, Teagan if she heard right, took care of some of a good portion of the rogues. So the main issue.. is this were-bear who has a thing with hurting children. With a bolt, right front leg buckling, leading her into a tumble of a roll over towards the others. Nola manages to get back to her paws a moment later, keening quietly before setting her sights on Teagan. ‘Distract the bear for as long as you can, I’ll see how far I can help get him. If you have to run, run.’ Nola projects as steady she can, quick and with no room for argument. Well, more so no time for objection really. She still has a quiet sound coming from her throat she can’t quite stop, the pain in her shoulder still distracting a good portion of her thoughts as she hops right over, next to the father of the son. And gently puts her teeth around the young coyotes scruff. They need to get him as far from here as they can, but like the coyote said, they don’t have much time. And she figures helping the coyote drag another near the same size as their father.. could be helpful. She’s not quite able to keep the bear distracted, she’d topple over before doing so. And Teagan as a little more room to play now, Nola is putting some of her faith in to the she-wolf. Nola glances up, eats flat to her head, nose scrunched in pain, ‘Where do you need him?’ |
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Jan 3, 2024 20:04:33 GMT -5
Javalle carried on in pursuing the pair of wolves but still tried to keep his appearance obscured by rummaging past the tall, overgrown grass that stalked up his legs. Despite his vision blurring with the rush of sprinting, he clearly heard the pup's whimper and tried to reassure her the best he could. Look. I just so happened to meet with these wolves earlier. This is probably our best shot for getting you home. If things don't work out, I'll send you back to my territory where we can spend the rest of the night. But the choice is yours if you want to stick with me on the way back. I'm not leaving unless you tell me to. Eventually they lost sight of where his leads were headed. The scenery gave way to a thick patch of shrubs and a myriad of unwelcoming scents. And with it, the various haunting shrieks and bellows of creatures in the midst of war. He wasn't prepared to meet a hostile audience in his humble search to return the lost pup. The chilling realization came to the lynx that the pungent note of blood was much more apparent now; a deterrent that addled the feline greater. ...Quickly, he assessed his surroundings again to plan an escape route. Drats. More shrubs. And a tree... He uttered to his partner in a low growl, and pointed the best he could to a berry bush. Okay. You stay hidden in here. I'm going to climb up to find out what's going on. He reckoned he wasn't going to like what he was about to see. (Putting the shifter telepathy to good use!) Oh so this lynx knew Jack as well, Maria not know if that made her feel better or worse. Yeah I meet at least one of them wolves earlier as well. He basically said as a wolf he goes full primal and would tear my apart like a doggy biscuit Maria yipped at her allie. Suddenly the scent of blood hit her like a tone of bricks. Blood, what is bleeding? Why is it bleeding? Soon her questions were answered as she heard the sounds of fighting. Oh come on what is with this Full Moon. She had heard that when the moon in this faze caused all the crazies to come out and play, but she doesn't wanna play with them. She looked at the the near by shrubs and dived into them to hid before the feline had to say anything. |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 4, 2024 0:51:46 GMT -5
"Just give me one moment!" Teagan called out. The wer-cat leaps on her back and bites down hard on her shoulder claws digging into her back. This didn't bother Teagan to much because she goes running towards one of the trees and slams the cat into it. Once her attacker leapt off crying in pain, She goes racing towards the large bear in question. "Hey ugly!" She bites down hard on the bear's back leg making sure her fangs were dug in deep.
The werebear was about to charge until he felt something bite the back of his leg. Where were his companions? He attempts to kick at Teagan but to no avail.
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Post by Junospower on Jan 4, 2024 1:02:24 GMT -5
"You weren't always there wolf. You were turned which is why you are able to run around. Tell you what, you give me some information and I might tell you more about your creator." He didn't know if it was his place to say much. The one who turned Jack was a strange one. Still, if he could get info on the Primal Bloods maybe he could move up in the ranks! He stayed in silence, glaring at the wolverine. How a wolverine was able to speak wolf was beyond him, yet still, the paw pinning the sandy wolf loosen just ever so slightly. Don’t say a word! You don’t even know anything!Don’t know what “information” you hope to get from me you over grown, ratty badger, but I don’t have any. I woke up here. I barely know where I am.
He let go of the sandy wolf and took a threatening step towards the wolverine, letting out a deep snarl. Now, you’re going to explain yourself and tell me where this “creator” is before I rip your out right here, right now. |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 4, 2024 1:26:01 GMT -5
The wolverine narrows his eyes at Jack. How dare he refer to him as a badger! "Surely, you know where the Primal Bloods call home? That is all I wish to know. As for your creator, well they are a paranoids type. Seems to think someone or something is after them.
The sandy wolf slowly rises to his feet. "Careful Ryder, I don't think you can take him" He said in a low voice. There was something unnerving about this werewolf and that scared him.
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 4, 2024 1:27:45 GMT -5
Javalle acknowledged the tiny wolf's yelp with a mildly confused nod. Could she possibly be exaggerating? The Jack he knew a couple days before had been calm for the most part during his interview at the library. Then again, this was his first full moon, which was always unsettling for most. Especially those bitten. He recounted the snarl from earlier. It sounded almost raw. Animalistic. He shook the thoughts away before returning to the task at hand.
He didn't answer the pup's comment just yet.Don't move. I'll be back down in just a second.
Javalle clawed up the branches with more urgency than before, desperate to get the height advantage he needed to observe the battlefield below. He reached the tree's summit just a moment later and froze. There was... Too much happening. All types of creatures engaging in all out battle. First he glimpsed a young canine, not much older than the pup he was taking care of, losing so much blood. Afterwards he saw Jack and the other wolf he followed. The former was growling all sorts of insults to a pair of rougue while the latter defended every last inch of territory with which he assumed was the injured pup's father. Quarreling with a bear, no less. Finally, the sight of another wolf unbeknownst to him smashing a feline into a free scarily close to his perch made him recoil. That was enough sightseeing for one night.
The lynx clambered down, panting and a bit queasy from the bloodshed he witnessed. And they couldn't do anything about it without risking his and/or his partner's lives. He pictured the wolf he intended to bring back, bruised and bloodied just like the smaller canine battered by large claw marks. All he could do was muster a vague, shaky phrase before quickly nudging his guest in the opposite direction.
Looks like you're not getting a say in this after all. We're turning back around.
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Jan 4, 2024 23:13:40 GMT -5
Maria watched from her hidey shrub as the lynx clamored up a tree into utter obscurity from the girl. Maybe she could keep track of him with his scent. However, as she tried to take a whiff all she got was nasty blood mixed with a bunch of other animals. Don't throw up your squirrel, don't throw up the squirrel.
As she tried to keep her "dinner" down here ears could not help but pick up the sound of a large animal. What could that be? Well it didn't sound like a form of elk of buck. Was it a bear, do bears shifter or not even live in these parts? Please don't be a bear, honestly she didn't know if she could handle that right now or ever. She was really not ready to be some yogis picnic basket. She is to small and stringy, not tasty at all.
Maria was so wrapped up in her thoughts on the potential yogi that she didn't notice the lynx until he nudged her. With a rather loud yip she jumped out of the bush. Turning back to look at her feline companion she lowered her head in embarrassment. Yeah leaving is nice, leavings good. She then started to frantically prance in place ready to run for the hills, or Mexico which ever came first.
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Post by soot on Jan 4, 2024 23:20:22 GMT -5
This full moon has been a very eventful night thus far! And the Yogi reference made me crack up, haha.)
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 4, 2024 23:22:36 GMT -5
(This is too good! Yogi's picnic basket I'm SOBBING- love Maria so much!
I probably won't have time to respond tonight since I'm working on another character's form for here and will hopefully have it posted soon! I'll be relatively busy tomorrow but it'll be in the morning! I'll try to get something out for you tomorrow evening, Blood!)
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