Skyler
Children of Hvítur Ári
Storyteller[M:0][A:9] [SG:0]
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Post by Skyler on Sept 26, 2012 15:24:11 GMT -5
[scrolly:h(480),w(8),sy][/scrolly] | [atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/skylerpsdcopy-1.png,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,800,true][atrb=border,0,true][scrolly:h(50),w(1),sy][/scrolly] | [scrolly:h(160),w(465),sy] The day was late at the heavy sun began to slip down the sky toward the horizon. A pale form moved sluggishly toward the painted cave. The day had been long and hard for her, she had been in the swamp again, attempting to gather components for her work. She learned that the swamp had a big of flooding going on, she was caked with a bit of mud and her jaws were empty of supplies. It had been a fruitless endeavor this time, but at least she had made it home before dark.
Home. It was odd to call it that, despite how much of her life had been in the valley. It was only recently that she felt that she belonged here at all. She had been given an actual rank and was keen to learn how to create history on walls instead of from the mouth. The written language was in the Painted Cave, she had made it her life's work to riddle out the symbols and then create them. The cave was large enough for her and Nocht to both live there without really seeing much of each other. It was odd having a roommate, sure they had separate alcoves to themselves, but it was still strange.
The thought made her pause at the mouth of the cave. She had mud caked on her from the swamp. She opened her leathery wing and a half to inspect them. The hybrid looked herself over from chest to thick tail. Even her few scales seemed marred by the grunge of the past few days. It would be rude to track mud into the cave, or leave dried clumps of it around if she groomed inside. Had she lived alone, she would not have thought of it.
So she began to groom herself, settling in for the task. She ripped the mud off, licked and preened, scratched and tugged. After a long while she stood back up and shook herself free of any more debris. She would have to take a bath in the morning. She actually laughed at herself, a small smile creasing her features. She would never have gone through this before, preening and cleaning after such a hard day just out of curtsey for another. She shook her head slightly and let out a soft sigh of amusement, "This is for you Nocht."
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|-Moonrose-|
Children of Hvítur Ári
Guardian[M:2150][A:10] [SG:0]
M O O N R O S E <3
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Post by |-Moonrose-| on Oct 13, 2012 8:30:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h448/soarly/Wonderwhy/Tables/Moonie2.png] Exhaustion stripped the energy from her limbs and most of her body. There was a fresh cut along her flank --not too deep, it would heal within a couple days-- and it burned with the dirt that had worked its way in. She had been chasing down a small deer, more than likely a doe. They were becoming rare as the seasons steadily grew colder. Winter was on its way and there would be less food than normal to catch for the large pack. Granted, there would be the fair share of rabbits and other rodents. There would be deer as well, but there wouldn't be as many as there were during the other seasons of the year. Instead of catching her prize, she had slipped into a rock just outside the Slipping meadow. There were burrs in her pelt as well, which she scratched at occasionally.
Moonrose had nothing else to do for the day, as evening would soon be upon them and she would go hunting for the night, so rest was in order. She didn't want to return to the camp; it would be too dark for her to sleep in her den. Basking and snoozing in the sunlight was easier for her than sleeping in a dark den. Debating, she decided she would go see Nocht. She didn't have any particular reason to. She was good friends with the male. He had been one of the first wolves, besides Reynard, she had met in the pack. As she trotted along, she wondered how long it had been since then. Two years? About, she would think. She wasn't sure. She had lost track after awhile. Everything blended together, but this was her home and these wolves were her family. She had suffered some deal during that short time, but she couldn't complain.
The cave was in sight in a matter of minutes, despite her slow rate of travel, and she halted when she spotted a rather odd figure. She had decent eyesight, better at night like a cat's, but she couldn't exactly tell what the creature was. Strange wings protruded from its back, spotted and colored in a way she wasn't familiar with. A breeze caught the scent and carried it to her, and she recognized it. When she had visited the cave a day or two ago, the scent had been there. It had been stale at that time and she had truly thought nothing of it, but now her curiosity was overwhelming now that the scent had a physical form.
The Guardian snorted lightly and paced over to the hybrid. She hadn't seen a hybrid like this, and the only other she knew of was Brightness. She was fond of hybrids. She asked gently --she wasn't from outside the pack, no need to be rude-- "Who are you?"
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