Splash - [[Open]]

[faust]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/5678/fausttablebg.jpg,true] A wandering elder passing through a fresh water marsh once claimed that the world was made primarily of water. All of the trees and all of the land, all of the grass that sprouts from the soil, all of the animals that feast on those greens were all built on a watery foundation, the same way clay makes a sculpture. Life cannot exist without the soothing flow of water and waves. The old gray nose gave quite a speech on the matter actually, but the pack he was passing through gave little heed. The idea that something as solid, as strong, as powerful as the beating heart and the singing spirit of a wild wolf could be made of the world's most simple of liquids was simply absurd, even in the mind of the smallest pup. But the clock ticked on, the old gray nose faded away, and a few years down the road, that pup stood on the edge of the known world, legs rigid and his stance poised. Black fur danced on the warm spring breeze and soft golden gaze skipped about the distant horizon, trying to decipher where exactly the sky ended and the vast ocean began. And for a brief moment, he wondered if the old one spoke the truth. Sun and earth and sky alike all seemed so whole, so unified, for no more than a brief moment, before a wave crashed against the rocks at the towering brute's feet and his concentration was lost, his skepticism returning. Foolish old crock, the dark lupine thought to himself, imagining the wise and slightly wrinkled face of the old wolf that passed through his childhood home. His gaze dropped to the sparkling flecks of moisture left to hang in the air as the wave quickly receded from shore. Water was such a fickle thing, there one moment and gone the next. In some areas, it was as rare as the undead, never seen or heard unless in a violent torrent of rain and hail. Chaotic, unpredictable, fleeting; the storms of the desert were certainly far from the patience and stability of something solid, like a rock, tree or a mighty male. The abstract manner of thinking simply did not sit well with the Cael on the rocks. Snorting loudly in his personal frustration, the thickly built brute stood slowly, lifting himself from a sitting position like an elephant might lift a tree. He form was lazy, lumbering even, as he took his time stretching his muscles and parting his mighty jaws in a broad open yawn. Pale pink tongue curled in on itself as the massive male expelled a chest full of breath from his maw, his pointed teeth glistening in the wake of the crashing waves as the afternoon sunshine reflected off of the white water's surface. Standing up straight, again slowly and with a bit of masculine grace, golden gaze took another brief look around, following the fuzzy horizon one last time, as though to make sure it was still there. Foolish old crock. The lupine repeated this phrase in his head, smugly, taking a moment to allow a smirk to cross his face and one of his short, thick ears to swivel in its place on his head, creating a look of confidence and pride. The old gray nose was wrong. The world he lived in was solid and rigid. The objects in it could be moved and manipulated, but would never be missed, would never slip or fall from grasp. Nothing in his world was as indecisive, fleeting, or uncooperative as water. And with that thought in mind, the cael leapt from his place on the rocky coastal outcropping and disappeared beneath the crystal blue surf of the shoreline, becoming nothing more than a black silhouette on the bright blue surface of the liquid earth. ____________________ OOC: Word Count: 647 Muse Quality: Average to Poor Event Summary: Faust, originally sitting on some sort of low rocky outcrop, remembers an event that occurs in his past but ultimately dismisses it, leaping into the salty ocean waters with the intent to swim or hunt or something. Comments: Ack. Been a while since I last rp'd. I'm a little out of practice.

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[Artemis]

I'll RP soon Sorry 'bout keeping you waiting ^_^;; Also, mind if I RP with Sheba?

[Bathsheba]

[atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=background,http://i37.tinypic.com/p60eo.png] A lumbering form approached. In the gold rays of a triumphant sun, she was a stain upon the horizon. A lump of never forget. She stood as though she was unable to feel pride within herself. Her eyes were hid behind a veil of hairs, the ruddy hues indecipherable through her unkempt mane. Lovely, once upon a time, but now, she was hideous, a monster of her own self-pity. The splash went unheard. And Sheba carried the skin of her mate firmly in her jaws, as if his hide was a security blanket. Truly, it was. For now, she was unable to walk without knowing that it was safe, and she still dreamed of the day when he’d come back to life… somehow. There had to be a way. The odd female gave a heavy sigh as she moved her heavy self forward. Dragging long lines behind her as her crooked horns seemed dispirited, curving down and low. She looked up with her copper eyes at the dying sun. “Nothing lives for me…” she muttered quietly in a voice so obviously affected by disuse. She shook her head, one horn whole, the other halved. She said nothing after that, but stared into the waters of the ocean, ready to throw everything away. To start again in an afterlife. “Here I go.” And she took one heavy step into the ocean. Then another, her mate still in her mouth. She tossed him upon her spiked back, lifting her head so that the last thing that went under was her breath. She had not known that someone was nearby and in her heart, she felt that she was disappointing her mate.

[faust]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/5678/fausttablebg.jpg,true] Still dwelling on the events of his past, the young brute traveled gracefully beneath the churning waves. The moment his dark gray mud-tinged fur met the surf, a tail of impressive proportions fell from his spine, joining a long line of boney protrusions that stood upon his muscular back and shoulders. The black masses parted his similar dark hair where they all joined the skin beneath, appearing almost as iceburgs in a frozen sea: foreign, strange, yet unmovable. The long reptilian limb that trailed behind him caused his swimming to appear odd from all angles. Where as most wolves and even most Cael wolves might paddle and float, the murky male with the gator tail instead seemed to weave in and out of the particles of water, his legs tucked into his body for the most part while his body swayed side to side. The flat banner of flesh and scales acted as a rudder, propelled by this side ways movement and steering the dark lupine through the shallow waters with a sense of ease and grace he never seemed to have on land. Though fish scattered in the wake of the looming cael, golden gaze remained trained straight ahead, blankly focused on events long gone. The underwater world sparkled and shined in the bright, warming sunshine, darkened only by the welcoming shade of blue the ocean naturally possessed. It was beautiful in a world made of water. But life on land did not shine in the sunlight. Instead, creatures of all sizes and types spilled blood and called treachery, betrayal, and death upon those that did not deserve such fates. The ocean was quiet, calm, soothing. What on earth could that old wolf have been thinking? A world made of water... Smirking to himself again, the cael's folly of traveling without attention finally caught up to him. Or, rather, he caught up to it. Having swum for several minutes, his swift locomotion landed him right beneath the sullen female who was stepping out into the surf just a short distance down shore, his tendency to stick to the shallows catching up with him in a very brief moment. With his attention wavered, he practically collided with the strange canine's rear leg. Or, rather, what he believed to be her rear leg. It was honestly difficult to see beneath her thick fur and seemingly massive form. Honestly surprised, the cael reeled for a moment, thrashing his limbs in a bit of uncharacteristic panic in an attempt to swim backwards or otherwise avoid the obstacle in his path, as though fearing drowning either himself or the other canine. Though his legs churned both sand and surf, while his tail thrashed wildly enough to break the surface and crash back down again, it was only a moment before the clueless cael finally realized that he was still swimming in shallow water and effortlessly, with a bit of embarrassment plaguing his mind, he simply struggled to his feet. Once standing, his head was safely positioned above the waves and he was finally able to view the creature that had interrupted his afternoon swim, which he did only after thoroughly shaking his thick mane of fur dry, a look of curiosity crossing his dark furred features. "Well shoot. The one time I ain't payin' proper attention, I go an' mess myself up like that. Thought I was gonna drown in two feet'a water, ain't that somethin?" Though the swamp-born fresh water cael spoke loud enough for anyone near by to hear him, he did not appear to be speaking to anyone in particular, his attention drawn down toward himself, as though checking to make sure all body parts were there and accounted for. But his voice was light-hearted and cheerful, loud and sharp like the rays of the sun, but warm and homey thanks to its prominent southern drawl. After giving himself a once over, he looked toward the only other creature wandering among the ocean waves, curious as to whether or not she was hurt but half expecting her to have kept on walking without noticing his little foul up. ____________________ OOC; Word Count: 695 Muse Quality: Good but was interrupted partway Event Summary: Faust, distracted by his thoughts, swims along without paying attention and ends up colliding with (or perhaps coming very close to colliding with, the extent of the collision is completely up to you) Bathsheba as she is walking out into the water. Comments: I'd like to apologize for taking so long to reply. My computer's been having trouble lately (specifically harddrive issues), so I may be on and off for a while until we get it settled.

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[Bathsheba]

[atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=background,http://i37.tinypic.com/p60eo.png] The alligator tailed Cael had bumped into the female, only to completely disrupt her peaceful killing of herself. It snapped her out of the trance. What had happened was that he had knocked Sheba into the water completely. The long haired she-wolf was easy to upset due to her hindleg having that permanent limp to it—she wasn’t completely stable. And the drama of both of their splashing churned the sand from the shallows so that it came up in grittiness and stung her. She attempted to open her eyes, but the sand and salt gave her pain. Momentarily blind, she surfaced in confused light; she tossed water in a great splash and sucked in a giant gasp of air. She parted her eyes as best she could, slowly, for they still smarted. And those coppery hued orbs revealed that the Cael seemed just as confused as she was, for he thrashed in the shallows in the twisting of a drowning wolf. Amused, Sheba beheld him in pensively. She wanted to speak, but feared that her voice would reveal how socially backwards she was. Besides, she didn’t believe that anything she said would be of much value or stand proudly against the wolf’s colorful accent. His southern drawl soothed her, piqued her curiosity, and forced her to forget about her mate, which was, on this occasion, lost because of the splashes of water in the moments prior. And Sheba tilted her head, letting the heavy veil of hairs fall to the side and reveal her coppery eyes. Her eyes twinkled with that golden spick of time, that held and held in the air and that spelled how she connected by the smallest reach out. Her limpid tendril of desire—desire to escape the life she had chosen to live—had reached out and touched into the soul of the Southerner. It sent a chill up and down her spine. That chill broke the beautiful spell and she then frantically looked around as she splashed awkwardly in the water. The strange alligator wolf stopped existing after being the only solid thing in her sight a few moments ago. Now, the only thing that was alive was her frenzied search. Her nose stabbed into the water, stabbed out as she snorted the salt from her nose. Her eyes were red now in tears and the water’s salt. Sheba’s breath came out in hyperventilating spasms and she finally hung her head in defeat, too awkward to swim and not built for the water anyways. Anthony… Where is my Anthony? Her lip trembled as she shut her eyes, swallowed what little pride she had, and asked, “I had… something of mine. And it’s gone because of your bumping…” her voice grew stronger with each second, “…into me. A skin. And he’s gone…” She then splashed closer to the Cael. “He’s going to die if you don’t find him soon. You have to… You can swim, I saw you!” Sheba finally shut her eyes and tried to calm herself, but to no avail. What had two lonely years done to me? If I stood here two years ago, I would have found him without a hitch. If I stood here two years ago, I wouldn’t be begging. I would be able. ------------------------- ((BTW, this thread occurs before Sheba starts her pack))

[faust]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/5678/fausttablebg.jpg,true] The brutish male, more brawn and less brains, was pleasantly surprised to find that the only other canine left among the waves had neither ignored him nor kept on her quest to do... well, whatever it was she was doing. The cael could only speculate... or outright ask, since the female, a yagi, was still sitting within vocal reach. He pondered that prospect for a brief moment, studying her with much less intent than she was him, but ultimately decided that her reason for venturing into the water was of no interest to him. Instead, he smiled cheerfully, exposing most- if not all of the teeth that lined his top jaw. Pointed and curved, they rested haphazardly outside of his maw, despite his jaws being closed, and glistened slightly in the sunlight. The dark furred brute was about to express his delight upon noticing the female was unharmed, but the yagi turned away from him suddenly and the male was left to wonder and watch her frantically dig at the surf for a moment. Her panic was palpable, her intent focused and unwavering. Her intensity eventually peeked the cael's curiosity and, standing from his sitting position in the shallows, he slowly approached her, head tilted in curiosity. "If yer lookin for some fish, ya'll should probably head out a ways. Bet our near drowning scared 'em all-" "I had… something of mine.." Though caught mid-sentence, the cheerful cael happily quieted, unwavered by the interruption. "And it’s gone because of your bumping…into me. A skin. And he’s gone… He’s going to die if you don’t find him soon. You have to… You can swim, I saw you!” The female's intensity rose again, which seemed odd for her. Though they'd only just met, it was clear to see and to hear in her raspy voice that this yagi was not the "intense" type. Her dull coat, unkempt mane and generally disheveled appearance said it all. A little taken aback by this, the male took a small step backward, showing a bit of uncertainty in his face and his actions. Golden gaze darted away briefly but it returned in a split second and his stand returned to normal. It was weird that this female was so crazy about a mere pelt, but he was not the kind of cael to turn down any female for any reason. So, rather than run or coldly refuse, the reptilian lupin merely laughed healthily. "Course I can swim, didn't you see the tail?" Pausing with an amused chuckle and a broad grin, he took a moment to shift his weight from one foot to the other, the movement causing his heavy black tail to swing back and forth from its place on his rump. The majority of it was still unseen, resting along the ocean floor beneath the shallow water, but the cael's point was made. "I could find you a drop a' blood in a mile of ocean in under a minute. Where'd ya last have the sucker, over here?" Still maintaining his sense of self-confidence and cheer, the cael stalked past his female companion, his nose to the surface of the water as though sniffing it like it was some sort of liquid earth. He paused once he was standing near to the Yagi's original position, a place where the sand seemed to dip and a hallow had been dug out by the struggling wolves. Looking up from the waters, he peered over his shoulder for confirmation of the pelt's location. ____________________ OOC; Word Count: 602 Muse Quality: Typical/Average Event Summary: Faust observes Bathsheba for a moment, before agreeing to help her. Comments: Mkay. :3

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[Bathsheba]

[atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=background,http://i37.tinypic.com/p60eo.png] She wanted to beat him up at his reply. Sheba thought that he couldn’t understand what she was going through. The burning feelings and the horrible lovesickness that wouldn’t go away no matter what happened. She had to balance her feelings of loss with her flowing feelings of absolute rage that was coming over her in tidal waves. She didn’t know whether to fight and insult the Cael or to ask him for his help to find her mate. Though, the choice was obvious. She just gave him a glare, her old fire from her glory days sparking up and making her seem embery. Her heart beat with a few pumps of rage before settling down. She wanted to slap the alligator wolf in the face. It was his fault anyways that she lost her beloved mate and now he was insulting her (she felt). Sheba gave a soft growl before she said in a poisoned voice, “Where do you think he is?” She was obviously upset about the fact that she lost him. He was the only thing that reminded her that she used to be loved, and to lose him was the same as a heart breaking five times over. She needed the wolf’s help because she couldn’t manage to find him in the water by herself because she had weakened herself in her two year isolation. And so, reluctantly, she attempted to say, “He was on my back until you bumped into me and he fell into the water and now he’s gone and now…” Her voice gave way to blubbering as she let out a cry. Nothing was more important to Sheba than Anthony. She sucked air through her teeth, as if in intense pain, and tried to regain her sanity, just for the sake of the Cael wolf. However, she wouldn’t admit that she over reacted until she knew that Anthony was back with her. She turned around and sluggishly escaped the shallows, in defeat. Defeat for the fact that her mate was lost and her suicide failed. Still, the fact that she cared so much made her realize that she’d do nothing to part from that skin. And even death—that forever gone-ness—it was too finite and too absolute. It meant that she would never feel his fur against hers again. She didn’t care that she seemed insane. Let the world think what they want. If they couldn’t understand her, then it was their loss. That was what Sheba believed, at least.