Bramble Falls Somewhere over the rainbow

Another one, she had managed to catch another large marine creature to satisfy her appetite. This new territory was causing an emotion of amazement to bubble deep in her chest, she had not eaten this well since her mother was alive. That thought brought a pang of guilt but the soft clicking of her ebony nails caused her to soon forget the feeling, even if the darkness felt as if it would close on her at any minute.

Prancing could be the description of her bouncing steps, her sweeping curled tail, and the angle of her onyx sniffer. A smaller fish than before laid limp between her pearl colored fangs, it was different than the first in not just size but species as well. Silver laced moss colored scales, more jagged black stripes and yellow tinted a few of the skin’s surface. It was not salmon, the delicacy she enjoyed and tried to share with two canines days before. This creature was a breed of bass, its flesh would not be a bright coral color instead it would be a paler pink. Its taste would be salty but not as much as a freshwater salmon; instead it would have more of a meaty flavor.

Darkness fell away from the thoughtful child, a register of lush emerald and lime entered her optics. For a moment she cherished the view, a sense of wonder entered those chocolate milk lenses. There was an abundance of the sharp and euphony sound that the birds could have brought to make this place more pleasant, the buzz of insects were annoying in her rust colored ears. They fell, those ears, pinning against her skull as her tail never stopped it’s movement of wonder. Ivory teeth clutched her prize tighter, the pale blush colored blood trickled from her lips to the sponge-like earth. A whine, muffled from the silver bass but still loud enough to pierce the roar above her as she closed in on the waterfall’s pool of colors, it was beautiful! Again her teeth dug deeper into her prize out of reflex, another series of whines escaped from her clenched lips. She wished she could share this sight with her mother..

"speech"

CARYS amare TOVARE

TEMPLATE © NDA OF RCR & RPG-D

(This post was last modified: Apr 26, 2014, 06:31 AM by Carys.)

Yet again does the wolf venture further then his former reaches. He had thus successfully so far made it to the Secluded Springs, the Fields as a child and the more recently Wild Cherry Orchard. He moves beyond them now, the place where he had met Kite. His ventures taking him further and further beyond the reaches of his home as he aged, his curiosity and wondering soul from the confines of home more and more showing through. Though he had managed to skip the Wildwoods entirely, he breaks out from the Ghastly Woods and straight to the Bramble Falls. He is guided at the roar of flowing water and the fresh scent of dew in the air. He enjoyed the rain so long as it did not threaten his homeland and so naturally became curious of the falls which he had never before seen.

His trot slowed. A sound caught his attention not of the falls. His once long, smooth strides eased to delicate steps as he nears with obvious hesitance. Then again the sound, a high whining he could just barely hear over the falls. Then the faint scent of blood, mingled with the heavy mist in the area. He arrives at the bottom of the falls where the largest of them are, cascading down into a large pool of water, fitting for a swim or fishing. It is here that he sees the source of the whining - a wolf. She is small, very small at that and she reminded him in stature somewhat of Inali who he had met as a pup. Her cinnamon and creamy hues reminded him of the earth and all and all, she was quite a lovely sight. His muzzle twitches, dark, sharp features remaining in her direction as he takes note to her tail, highly arched above her back in what he could only assume was a dominant demeanor. Still, he had never seen a tail curl in such a manner. He remained back, not wishing to unsettle the little woman nor anger her if a sense of power (oddly with her cries) is what she sought.

BANE Aranna

TEMPLATE © NDA OF RCR & RPG-D

(This post was last modified: Apr 23, 2014, 05:41 PM by Bane.)

A few heavy clouds of mist obscured her view of where the fall had originated, she could see more than one trickle of water. So many locations would receive liquid from such an enormous rain from this place alone, she whined once more. Her tightly curled tail danced against her rump, tickling the guard hairs that were collecting moister from the crashing mist. This was truly a sight to behold, a beauty after her fear filled encounter with a silent shadow. Her exotic shaped skull tilted slightly to her right, what was that man’s name? She could only call him shadow without offending in naming in after his singular optic.

Her thoughts fell away like a broken pieces of glass falling out of the frame, shattered by a singular sound. A twig snapped under something’s weight, it was not far away from her and she could not help but let her rust colored ears fall to her head.

Chocolate hued eyes gazed at the canine as her petite frame rapidly swiveled to face the new stranger, her ebony sniffer testing the air to take in a unique scent of lilac and something she could not put a name to. She gave a gentle whine, an impatient sound muffled by her prize as her curled tail moved faster against her back. A new person! Her paws tapped, as if to dance like a child wanting to say hello without finding the words. She looked over her similar colored fur to the large shadow she encountered earlier, his eyes a sharp color. Who was this new shadow?

"speech"

CUE the STORM

TEMPLATE © NDA OF RCR & RPG-D

She stood as a contradiction. Her tail was high, an act of showing dominance and now, she waved it, telling Bane of her aggressive arousal. Was she taking claim to this part of the land as her own or perhaps she was just extremely definsive of the fish he had no intention of stealing from her? He kept in his placement, still and tense. Only did his eyes stare back into her direction, his features sharp but darting about her face as he looked, with any direct eye contact only lasting a moment before shuffling away. Though he was still, inwardly his mind worked wildly, trying to further understand her. A brightness, a happiness shown in her eyes and her paws tapped at the ground happily in their position with what he could assume was excitement to meet someone new. He was confused, unsure...

Never a man to like confrontation and rather weary of strangers. He did however want to meet this new, beautiful creature. He had no intention of leaving the Bramble Falls and there beauty ether - he had only jjust arrived! Without knowing what to do, his ears flattened, turning out to the sides and his head lowered further. Though he did not fall to the ground in submission, he tried to crouch lower though the likeliness of getting smaller then her was little. His tail remains low, slightly tucking inward at it's middle in humility, offering a slight wave. He wanted her to know that he was not going to harm her, nor was he going to steal her fish and yet, did not want to be forced to leave the area ether. After a moment, he let out a small whimper. Please, let me stay here with you...

BANE Aranna

TEMPLATE © NDA OF RCR & RPG-D

Confusion filled those chocolate gems, her exotic skull tilting to the right in question. His actions were unwarranted, movements of submission caused her head to spin. What had she done to cause such a reaction to her, what was the reason for someone bigger than her to lower their frame closer to the earth?

A light bulb brightened in her mind, a signal went off. A saying her mother once whispered to her when other children made the same attempt, little one your tail cannot lower. It make you look dominant and aggressive, her ears fell to her skull a whimper came muffled from her lips as she attempted a peace offering. The spine of her prize was severed, blush colored blood fell from her lips as she quickly lowered her stomach to the ground. Her ebony nose pushed at the tail end of the bass, nosing it closer to the new shadow. The cinnamon child whined again before rolling over on her back. Exposing her throat to the larger male, she could not lower her tail so rolling would convey her wish right? With a gruffly whine she looked over, would this message be too extreme? Please stay with me..

"speech"

phone post, on lunch

TEMPLATE © NDA OF RCR & RPG-D

(This post was last modified: Apr 26, 2014, 06:00 AM by Carys.)

A young pronghorn has fallen behind its herd and starved in the snow. +5 Health

Her ears fell now. She whimpered. It caused his own ears, once flattened against his skull and slightly out to the side, to once more pop up to their original, natural placement atop his head. Still he kept his place, his muzzle twitching, taking in the scent of the dew landscape, the fresh foliage, the water, the fish and its blood, of her... However, the pronghorn for the moment, somewhere in the distance, was not taken note. His attention was on the young little woman before him, biting the fish she had caught fully in half and nosing one end into his direction. Her belly of cream was touching the ground now and, after a moment, she flips. She exposed her belly, her throat, whining all the while... He could not doubt the fact that she was happy to see him now and wanted him to stick around. The smile on her face and the tapping of her feet prior had made him think such and only had her tail confused him. Though he still did not understand it's curling over her back, wound up so tightly there, he understood she meant him no aggression and that he had not indeed riled her.

He smiles then, his small, delicate and nervous smile he did often hold when he attempted to be friendly and 'outgoing'. He too lowers to the ground so that his stomach touches the damp earth. He could feel the mist of the falls sprinkling his pelt. He inched closer, crawling over the ground until he was close enough to lay right before his half of the fish she had offered him. His only they reached out to one another, they were close enough to touch noses. For the moment, he kept to himself, offering the tail-end of the fish a long lick to taste it. His bright eyes then darted to her own of chocolate. "Your tail?" He questioned, wanting to confirm with her that everything was okay with him being here with her.

BANE Aranna

TEMPLATE © NDA OF RCR & RPG-D

She was not riled, she was never a creature of aggression and dominance. If anything the child was the opposite, she was one that would instantly show submission and immaturity. A girl that wished nothing more than this new shadow to be happy and feel the need to relax around her, all she wanted was to share her moss colored bass fish with him. As she rolled onto her back her tail remained tightly wound against her back but she hoped the fact would go unnoticed, if only she was not born with such a defect. Her brothers never carried such a twist in their tail, so why did she have it? She tried to ignore the question as her chocolate milk optics looked into is setting sun colored eyes, they were pretty.

She gave another snorting like whine as he lowered his frame to the ground as well, why was this not working? Then he army crawled towards her, inching closer and closer until he took a satisfying lick to the peace offering. They were so close; she felt her ears grow hotter. Her heart accelerated as she lightly moved so that her nose would bump his, though she could have sworn if it wasn’t for her fur he would see her skin flush red. A question caused her to allow her body to roll back over, her cream colored chest now on the ground to help her feel more comfortable. He asked about her tail, yes that.

"I.." Her voice cut out, she had never really explained what was wrong with her curled member. "I can’t uncurl it." She sighed, whining softly to show her sadness for this fact. Again she moved, her nose softly touching his once more but this time she let her salmon colored tongue slide out to gentle lick his nose in a playful manner. She hoped it was alright, once more she nosed the first to him. She was glad he was here with her, this new shadow with sunset eyes.

"speech"

awwww, they are so cute!

TEMPLATE © NDA OF RCR & RPG-D

They bumped noses, a sudden touch that Bane had not expected, caused by her wriggling about on the ground until she once more flipped over onto her creamy underside. He tensed, likely seen by her earthen gaze, though he did not move from his position. He had not at all expected the touch and still found himself awkward to the feeling whenever Nina offered it to him. He was not nuzzled, rubbed on, tugged at and licked as a child as much as one should, growing up with one his mother and a distant one at that. No siblings, no father...it was not until he was able to crawl out from the den on his own that social interaction began and even still, it was mild at that. Bane was quickly beginning to learn, as his mind worked rapidly, that Carys was a very friendly, happy, and close kind of a girl. She balanced him and although it made him nervous (as usual) he accepted her nature with the small smile that moved across his lips.

"Oh..." He only said, listening in to her small explanation. She couldn't make her tail go down in order to show she was of no threat, no demanding nature for dominance. He began to wonder why then, getting only as far as thinking it was a deformity (which seemed most likely) before another touch to his muzzle was given, and a lick... It was an affectionate offering. One that spoke of trust, care and friendliness. He certainly did not think of it any further than that but already from what he did think had his own cheeks flushing, if only they could show. She could be his friend, couldn't she? If Mirren could bring a girl (@Kite, who was very lovely herself) into the pack, why could he not? Still, he was uncertain if even he was staying in Secret Woodlands.

Uncertain of the right reaction to give her, he extends his own long, angular muzzle towards her, to touch it at the side of her muzzle where cinnamon mingled to cream. It was a quick, awkward touch, but it was something. To try and not make a big deal out of it, Bane quickly went to nibbling at the tail end of the mossy colored fish she had offered him. All the while, his eyes nervously darted between his food and the falling water and pool off to their side.

BANE Aranna

TEMPLATE © NDA OF RCR & RPG-D