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Post by gripes on Dec 13, 2009 0:52:30 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,422,true] | [atrb=background,http://img708.imageshack.us/img708/9601/gripesbg.png]The Cael moved quietly, happily through the water. Light sparkled off of the vibrantly colored scales on her tail. What more could Morgripesoran want? The answer hurt Gripes: her family. Gripes shook the thought off. It was a beautiful autumn day, sea-birds squawking ceaselessly, waves gently slapping the beach. Her silvery eyes took in every detail with admiration. How carelessly the world moved on and on. How easily it could leave her behind.
Gripes swam to shallow waters and rested, allowing her fur to be gently tugged and pushed by the pulse of the ocean. A thought leaped over her mental wall that kept her bad thoughts out of her conciseness. Why don’t you go do what you left your family to do? Go up there, the land awaits. Perhaps Gripes has purposely let the thought over her wall. It gave her energy and a sense of adventure.
She swam to where the waves starting breaking, ready for fun. After seasons of practice, Gripes could tell which waves were going to be the strongest. A good one came, and the Cael thrust herself forward with the wave. “YEEE-HAW!” she whooped as it carried her onto the beach. Gripes wriggled forward a bit onto dry sand, water streaming off of her bright coat and tail. Lying on her side, she panted with excitement while she waited to dry off. Gripes had done this many times before, but every time it gave her a thrill to know that she could go places her parents would not.
The hot sun quickly did it’s work, but it was not a moment too soon for Gripes. She stood slowly, unsteady on her land-legs, and lurched forward. Soon she remembered how to walk properly and could move faster, explore more places, and maybe, finally, meet another wolf. Gripes sang a sweet, trilling greeting song as she wandered Yvit Cove, full of enthusiasm to see what she could see.
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Post by zefath on Jul 15, 2010 17:46:53 GMT -5
Hawktalon slowly blinked, lifting her head from the sandy floor of the cove. Her dreams were fading as beautiful eyes took in the sights around her. The beach was in front of Hawktalon, enticing her for a drink to dampen a travel-parched throat. Yvit cove was a beautiful place, full of grasses, tasty jackalopes, the gentle sounds of the sea. If this had been Hawktalon's birthplace , she would have been proud to say so.
The blue waves lapped at the shore as she took a long drought of the salty water, making her throat burn. After travelling here from so far away, though, any water tasted good. A barely audible splashing could be detected coming from further down the beach. She growled softly, curious as to who this newcomer was. She stared into the distance, and spotted a Cael pulling itself out of the water onto the beach.
Finishing the drink, Hawktalon loped towards the Cael and spoke in a smooth, even tone. "Who might you be? A new arrival to the cove?"
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Post by harbringer on Jul 23, 2010 15:24:46 GMT -5
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A jet black Sennyo with deep blue eyes and black and blue butterfly wings silently walked though the cove. Lifting her head and sniffing it, she sparsely caught two scents-two wolves, somewhere by. Urgh! How is it possible for anyone to live in this warm place? Her den was far, far away, in the North, in the Ivare Tundra. She was adapted to the cold and icy. Why had she come here, then? Pretty much because of boredom. Nocturne's cold eyes gazed across the land, watching the water lap up and down upon the shore.
The air was salty and slightly humid, but thankfully it was windy so she wouldn't be sweating too much. Her sharp hearing picked up a loud splash. Nocturne turned to the water, and noticed a small school of winged fish jump from the water and fly for a small distance before dropping back down. She found this as a great chance to get food, and in swift, quiet steps she came closer and waited for the fish to jump up again.
Soon, as expected, they leaped out. At the spit second she leaped toward the saltwater, snatching up six or seven fishes. Landing on the water on her feet, she walked over to the land and ate the small fishes one by one. After stuffing herself full, she licked off the red blood of the ground and her paws thoroughly.
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