Sacred Grove hook, line, and sinker

no one cares about

the man in the box

the man who disappears

May 5th; Afternoon; 52° F/11° C

Angier Lyall's timing could not have been more terrible. He had overslept, ate the chipmunks that served as his breakfast and lunch on the go, and had arrived at the river fork south of where he knew Heartleaf Creek began. Pale gold eyes desperately searched the running water for signs of aquatic life. Every glimmer of the sun and shifting of the tree branches had his hopes soaring to unimaginable heights only to crash back down to earth. A first attempt had his jowls clasped onto a floating stick; a second had him hastily plunging his head into a dark river rock instead of a small cavity where he had initially thought a catfish could have been hiding.

"Damn it," he cursed to himself under his breath as he waded the shallows just beyond the riverbanks. He was running out of patience and he still had yet to bring Lady @Elettra a serving of fish. In the days since the meeting, he trotted about the borders and once he was through with his patrol, spent the evening hours scouring the snake-like streams for something edible. Today, he hoped, would be a different story; and, instead, of marching along to and from his superiors' markers, he abandoned Willow Ridge altogether in search of a suitable fishing place. It was just too bad he had not woken up earlier - now he had to spend his energy looking for hiding places instead of waiting for ripples to occur in places where the river smoothed out into small pools and nooks between boulders.

The Lyall swore again with a growl, lifting his tail above the water's surface as he strained to keep his head above water while he half-walked, half-swam towards the opposite shore, Sacred Grove territory. With a huff, he strode out of the water and shook out his coat with a weary sigh. For the past hour or so he had tried to fish without any luck whatsoever. He frowned to himself as he took a seat on the silt and smooth pebbles that made up the bank. Perhaps he should have declared himself an official scout or guard... or something... It couldn't have been clearer in this very moment that Angier Lyall, a self-proclaimed jack-of-all-trades, was indeed a failure in the art of fishing. If only he had known any better, he could have traveled a little further and tried his luck in looking for migrating salmon. His decision to stay put, take a break, and begrudgingly judge himself over the fact that he hadn't completed a task for his dark-furred monarch proved that the Willow Ridge subordinate's head was truly elsewhere instead of the task at hand.

ANGIER LYALL

template made by GINNYSAURUS. of RPG-D.

Are you watching closely?
Taekwondo (M, W, F) | Rapid-Response Day (Tu) | WoW Nights (F, Sat, Sun)

Creamy white paws padded down side the river carrying the determined fea on her way. She was a excellent fisher but today she had fallen behind and awoke late. Frost's stomach growled and annoyed she rolled her eyes thinking *Oh shut the fuck up*. With a huff she broke out into a choppy run speeding down the bank. Her even strides brought her to a widening spot in the river where she slowed down and peered into the water patiently.

<i>"Dammit!"</I>

She nearly leaped out of her skin as the voice caught her by surprise. She looked a little down river and saw the male swimming to the shore in which she stood on. For a moment or two she simply watched him then started walking, eyes glued to his body, as he came onto land. Looking away she snorted and took off at a steady trot. A remark forced it's way from her maw that she had wished not to say, but it came, "You ain't gonna catch a fish like that." Her party girl voice flowed out in a dull tone.

Not caring if he would answer she kept going heading for a place she thought looked like a good start. Of course it wasn't easy to tell at this time of day and she knew that. She went at least half a mile from where she had shortly crossed paths with the Lyall man before finding a deep dark pool. Coming to a stop she looked into the murky depths and couldn't see a thing. This didn't discourage her and remembering what she had been taught turned to go search for bugs.

Sniffing the ground she spent at least ten minutes searching till she found a decaying tree. Nudging about with her noise she found plenty grubs and using her mouth she picked them up. Turning with a triumphant gleam in her eyes she returned to the water and dropped the squirming creatures. At first they drifted and nothing happened but then a sliver body flicked in the water. Diving down she snapped her jaws around it's tail fin and the fish broke loose forcing her to have to snap at it again. This time she succeeded in snatching it, the grip still poor. Quickly she came out crawling up on shore to view her catch. Setting it down she placed a paw on top of the body. She groaned in disappointment with how small her catch was. Opening her mouth she was about to take a bite....

Thanks TABs for the table and it's photo I've used for her featured photo.
Thanks PuppyThief for the winter skin and avatars!

no one cares about

the man in the box

the man who disappears

"You ain't gonna catch a fish like that." A voice, some woman's voice, called out to him and his golden eyes went immediately to where she was along the shoreline. He shrugged his large shoulders with an audible scoff, lifting and dropping his drenched tail onto the shore with a loud thump and the soft clattering of loose stones. He mumbled under his breath, his tone soft enough to keep the words from her eardrums, "Pssh, would like t' see ya try then."

It seemed like she hadn't heard him, for as soon as he had even finished uttering his bit of skepticism, she was in position, confident and already searching the stream. With narrowed eyes, he watched from the corner of his vision as she turned her attention from the water's surface to the ground away from it. Another shrug brought Angier's glaring eyes away from her, but the hint of curiosity brought on by her remark had him turning his head back to look at the stranger over his shoulder. She went back to the decaying tree he had thoroughly dismissed then returned to the pool he had deemed as void of fish.

One of the dark brows over his pale mask rose and he tilted his head as she continued to watch the still patch of murky water. Then, suddenly, a splash! It had taken him by surprise and he was additionally shocked that she was quick to react. A second snap of her jaws and some spectacular sense of timing rewarded her with a fish! Angier's own lower jaw dropped in disbelief. Even if the catfish she had caught was not as large compared to the one he had seen his uncle catch, the tawny brute still found himself jealous over the fact that she had been able to catch one.

He quickly brought himself back onto his feet as she began to enjoy her sparse meal, then strode along the river's edge, settling his sights on a partially submerged log that he had easily overlooked. As slowly as he could, he waded to one end of the log, diving his head and ears beneath the water. His method of pawing around and semi-blindly snapping his muzzle about in the murky depths seemed to be just as effective. Although, it had taken him a good couple of minutes and a few occasions of coming up for air before he brandished a catfish that was visibly smaller than hers. As if to mock her from where he stood on the bank, he eyed her smugly as he lifted his head proudly to show off his own catch.

ANGIER LYALL

template made by GINNYSAURUS. of RPG-D.

Are you watching closely?
Taekwondo (M, W, F) | Rapid-Response Day (Tu) | WoW Nights (F, Sat, Sun)

She eyed him eating her fish and when he dropped his jaw she lifted her head smirking and shook her fur slowly. Abandoning the fish for the moment she stood and walked his way smiling wickedly, she looked up to something and in fact she was. As he moved to the water and climbed on to the log she stood froze cocking her head intrigued and lost.

She giggled at how silly he looked blindly snapping his jaws in the water. A surprised expression came onto her face when he pulled up a cat fish but she wagged her tail and smiled yelling, "Nice Catch, but uh. Mine is bigger" She spoke teasingly. She turned around deciding not to playfully push him in the water, he was a stranger. Plus he probably would get mad....though she really wanted to romp with some one, anyone.

Reaching her meal she finished it quickly in a few big bites. After that she ran up to him wagging her tail and keeping her head slightly dipped. "I'm Frost, you?" She questioned him flopping onto the pebbly ground. This male had definitely caught her eye from first glance and now she found his techniques interesting to watch. Her tail flopped back and forth behind her as she waited for his answer.


(Ugh, short...sorry.)

Thanks TABs for the table and it's photo I've used for her featured photo.
Thanks PuppyThief for the winter skin and avatars!