A Lunatic Wandering {Open}

[cane]

Much deliberation was needed, in many ways. That was one of the very few things that were not clouded in one's mind. Every being could tell easily that they must contemplate over one thing or another, if things were to be done and acted upon. Such constant calculating was occuring even now, churning like a stormy sea within a single being's mind.
It had been hours, maybe more, of wandering neither just here nor there, bumbling about without much of a care about this whole 'territory' business. As much as she'd like to care, she didn't. Not much of a solution had arisen over her current problem, just the fact that it was taking so long made her pained, which was peculiar in itself, considering her lack of it at other points in the timescale.
She returned, due to such conundrums, to previous such solutions found, hoping to draw upon them. The problem ahd arisen, after much deliberation and back-and-forth discussing with oneself, that she should not trust all, but not /not/ trust at all, either. No, see, she would ahve deliberate over who to trust, at a later date. Not now, no. And another matter, that whole situation with whether she was just tired, hungry, or a lazy pig. Hah, pig. She had scoffed, even /her/, at the concept of being a pig. No Yagi would ever allow such an insult to oneself. (Though, if someone were to think hard enough over it, said someone would discover thats she, Cane, were not the average Yagi, in size and stupidity.)
Thus going on, her mind wandered, having decided to take a break from such strenuous work. With such a deciding concept, she swerved to the right, just barely missing the tree trunk that had sprouted up out of nowhere to appear before her, the pale brown of the bark having caught her eyes. Having dodged such a bothersome trouble, she continued on her way, thickly-padded paws scrunching on grass and moss, dirt and leaf. She did not discriminate the ground upon which she stepped. It was terra, Mother Earth, being upon which she was blessed to stand. Not that such a complex sentence would happen to spiral out from her mouth, which bristled with the activity of sharpened tooth after sharpened tooth. They were nice babbles, things to keep her safe. Along with that lonely horn that crowned her head, giving it a heavy sort of feel that brought peace to mind.
Not that peace of mind was easy to come by, for wee Cane was not all that wise to discover it, nor recognize it. The warmth in her mind was all she knew of, not possibly understanding it for being glad. Neither here nor there, she knew not what her mind held of her. Taking another step, she fell into the mottled shade of a mother tree, one of the biggest of this jungle. As surprising as one might find it, she liked such a tree, figured it out to be the mother she had lacked as child, and now. She did not recognize that, either.
Things she did were not known to her, just habitual or instinctual in some way, in another just things she did and did not have the will to try and understand. As much as her mind might whir with thought and understanging for something, at times things that fell upon her ears were just a lost cause for her. It was her unconscious choice to not accept such things, and that was something that would cause her great trouble in the future, almost assuredly. Not that she knew that, either.
With a deep-nested grunt, which flew out like a bird from her throat, she picked her way through the roots of the trees, sniffing everywhere to find, mayhaps, a mouse or some small scruffy think to chew upon. Cane always did enjoy something to sink her teeth into whilest she thought. Yes, that was /very/ acceptable, she mused, lips drawing back into what would be mockingly called a smile, where teeth glinted in the slight rays of the sun, casting her mouth into a peculiar sort of array of slobbering colors, spittle, and gums.

OTHER;
Word Count; TBU
Letter Count; TBU
Sound; My Hero - Foo Fighters
Notes; Meh, it's really gocused on her mental awareness. I kept getting drawn back to how stupid she is. Ah, the joys of circles within circles of semi-awareness and not-semi-awareness x'D

[Flynn]

The humdrum days of spring had made life a smidgen easier for the scrawny little shrew-wolf that waddled through the buttresses and roots of the jungle. In his red-capped jaws was an unfortunate levrette that hid when it should have bolted. In his belly was a family a field mice that had ventured to far down one of his game trails. And in his intestines were the remnants of an unfortunate piglet that thought he had tusks grown. Yes today had been quite the bounty for the forever ravenous rodent-wolf.

Now he had half a mind to take the baby rabbit to his..sort of mate that was laden with his pups. Maybe she would think him less selfish and useless if he gave some of his precious food to the ungrateful reptile. He was unsure why he wanted her approval, odds are it was the wolf in him that yearned for a meaningful relationship. The shrew in his mind was still nagging and bickering in response to the fact he still saw the female in which he impregnated.

His self-loathing aside, a new scent soon occupied his acute nose. He paused. Damn. Another stranger in his territory. Part of him wanted to carry on his business, but part of him knew Sylvester would kill him is he let a stranger get past the primary defenses. With a sigh, he turned and shuffled toward the new scent almost blindly. It didn't take long for him to make out a silhouette against the trees from the safety of a low hanging bush. His beady black eyes tried to gauge the beast before him. A wolf. Bulky. A yagi?

With a grunt and a growl he pushed his gray body out from the foliage and snarled through the soft flesh of his next meal. His thinly furred tail lashed as he confronted the newcomer. Sure he was half her size, but he was scrappy when he needed to be. "Who arf you, 'nd why arf youth here?"

[cane]

"Who arf you, 'nd why arf youth here?"
Oh, dear. What a bother. Turning just so slightly, head titling to her left as she did such a quick sort of movement. it had that sort of habit, yes, it did. Grunting in return, that same sort of sound as before, that same annoying bird ripping lose of her throat. Lord, lord, lord. Of fog and fire, she cursed herself. Where had she stumbled herself into, again? She sniffed the air, head tilting back slightly as her horn flipped up into the sky, pointing out how lonely it was in it's appearance. She sighed, then, letting air escape from her lungs, her chest heaving after having taken such a long time to let the scent into her nose.
"Arr, see..."
She started, then stopped, head making it's way on a circuit between left and right shoulder, bobbing for a moment before she told it to hold still, a command she decided was neccesary for this situation. With that thought, of deciding, she remembered her earlier options. Trust all, none, or the ones she decided. Could she decide upon this one, being trustworthy? Not with that peculiar look he had, no. What was he... A Myou? Well, that wasn't quite so bad, not at all. At least it wasn't one of those super annoying others, the ones that thought themselves so high and mighty. Only Yagi's were truly as such, that was clear.
"M'name is, well, see here... Ah, yes. Cane. At yr'service, man." Her voice was a lilting song, rumbling out from it's nest inside her, coming out sporatically but efficiently. No inner meanings, emotions, transparent agendas. (Though, on hindsight, she ahd none. Just to have a pleasant day, which was pitiful of her.)
"And why m...'here? Yes, you did say that, didn't you." With a twitching, remembering sort of way, she imitated what one might call 'happiness'. She had seen her past-siblings do this sort of thing, teasing and kidding with one another. No, they had never been so nice as to have such fun with her, but she didn't miss it, as she didn't notice the absence. In the meantime, she was more soulfully focused on making this peculiar stranger not kill her. As if he /could/, but that was a whole new conundrum and situation all in itself.
"I am making myself aware of this area. S'nice, yes? Of course, y'would think it. Y'live here, after all... Hnnn, but nonetheless, I must reprimend mineself. Is there any problems with this, 'ai?" She rattled on, marking off all her thoughts on the list that was marked 'Things To Say If Found'. Yes, she was doing well.... In her own mind, at least.

OTHER;
Word Count; TBU
Letter Count; TBU
Sound; 19-2000 - Gorillaz
Notes; Heehee, that idiot.

[Flynn]

He blinked, baffled at the show of intelligence this....behemoth showed him. He was standing before a dimwit, a nimrod an idiot. It took a while for his mind to comprehend what exactly she said. Sure he himself was not a pretty sight to see, but at least he could talk his way out of things. This yagi did not seem aggressive, or intellectual. If he could see her, then he could judge her beauty. However he didn't really care about looks.

Finally he decided to set his rabbit down and try to figure out what exactly she was doing here. With his maw free, he licked his lips free of fur and spake once more, "Cane, was it? You are making yourself aware of MY area. He growled again and opened his jaws to show his red-capped shrew teeth. He could give a painful and toxic bite to her if he needed to slow her down. "Yes, I do have a problem with you here. " He stepped closer, turning his flank toward her and bristling his gray fur to appear bigger. His long whiskers fanned out and seemed to hug the pheromones around her.

"What. Do. You. Want?" His raspy voice had a gurgling growl in it to emphasis his point. He could look intimidating if he needed too, despite his small stature.

[cane]

Thus standing there, Cane had felt, ah, yes, she liked feeling!, rather unmoved by this display of displeasure, one might even say /distaste/, at her being there. Grunting even more so, it seemed quite the habitual sort of hobby, she decided thus, to oneself, she stared rather bluntly across at him. A thought itched at the back of her mind, whispering to her and begging her to pay heed to it. With such, her resolve broke, allowing the tiny word to scream through her mind like a banshee, alerting her to what was awry.
'A threat, self! A threat! This stranger, he is a threat!'
As it went on, like a little bird on it's morning run of announcing it's awakening to the still-sleeping world, she realized as such, came to terms with it, and her lips peeled back, as blood pumped vigorously, as it always did, one must assume, her heart beat within her. She disliked her heart. It was always in such disagreement with her mind. One was logical, inferring to past mistakes, and thus went on without much trouble. But the other was, in it's own bothersome way, right in itself, telling her what her lack-of-a-consciousness forgot to tell her.
"Want? Oh, why, good /sir/!" She sneered then, a rare occurance for a dolt such as herself, as she came alive, her face contorting then with emotions long-since locked away, shoved to the back by a genetic-something-or-other mistake. A mistake. She absolutely dreaded mistakes! All the previous times, all the previous instances, when emotions had been lacking, they came bubbling up then, collaborating together in a deranged sort of way as to prove herself in ways even she did not wish to.
"I am here. That is all you need know of it. I have come here to be here, even if here is /your/ place. You needn't worry, I share just fine and plenty."
She paused, then, maybe for dramatic affect, maybe not. She decided, then, the last thing she had decided to think of, that she would let this get the better of her usual insignificant uncaring. Today, here and now, she would prove herself. Surely this.. Well, this , whatever it might be, rodent-thing?, would have a pack. And if she was able to show herself capable, he would take her to said pack, and she'd settle in just nice and fine, end of that trouble. It would be nice, though she knew not of such intentions, to have a family-like unit, where she was involved, as she had lacked as such.
"If such a problem is to arise, one must find a solution, or are you not of the right wits to even know /that/ much?"
With this final comment, she bared her teeth, body hung low. No, she planned not to fight. Lord, she hoped against hope not to. But, she also hoped, that this rodent-thing would have enough common sense not to attack her. While he might be a wily little thing, emphasis on the little, she was still far better equipped for such situations as these. Though, he smelt far too risky to be sure. If he did attack, she might just have to use her own common sense and run for it, tail tucked down below as if she was defeated. Though...
She'd probably be back, later or sooner.

[Flynn]

He snarled once more and dug his clawed paws into the soft sod. He did not enjoy being talked down too, even if he was smaller than most. "It is my concern. My pack will tear you apart and I will dance on your corpse. I only share with my pack." He growled, feeling particularly protective this time around. Maybe it was because this female rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe it was because he was an expecting father. Whatever it was, he was not about to put up with lip from an intruder.

His thin tail rose in dominance, he controlled most the pack in this jungle and he would not hesitate to summon them to his aid. Yet the gears in his head turned and mulled. A mindless....brainless wolf that had the strength of a yagi. That was a yagi. He liked having muscle at his beck and call. Yes was she easily manipulated? He would have to try to figure that out.

[cane]

A pack? Her ears perked, as much as she tried to resist and push them back down, and listened more intently, the cloud of rage seeming to slowly melt away. Yes, she had let this get the best of her. But, and this truly upset her, which she was glad too feel, also, how was she to get out of such a mess as this? She watched, rather dolefully, as his own lip caming soaring backwards, into a decent looking snarl. Lord, lord, what had she stumbled upon, now?
"A concern is a concern, I must admit. And I have aroused one, for you. Such a pity, 'ai..." She grumbled to herself, eyes flinching slightly as she thought deeper upon it, mind now free to pitter-patter about. She inched to one side, then to the opposite, shifting her thick weight from two paws to the others. Her morning had gone so smoothly, oh, had it! But now, here she was, distraught, thank the skies above that she was not indifferent about yet /another/ something or other, and without a hope. If he called the 'pack' in question, she would be dead twice over. But if she could weasle, and she realized, then, that he was a weasle-thing, not a rodent-thing, her way into said pack, she could be much better off in the small little life.
Her head had remained still for long enough, making it's way limply to one side as she continued to stare at him, watching slowly as her emotions had drained away before her. Ah, it had been wonderful while it had lasted.
"If you are so intent to dance, then why not you dance now? If only to get it over with. Because I highly doubt that any corpse would ever want to be danced upon, as much as that sounds amusing. Nor would mine, I'd speculate. Hnn... Yes, I doubt it would enjoy that, at all." She blurted out word after word, tone bland, thought she had close to hoped that it had held some shred of feeling and intention in it. As if it would be anything that a moron's ramblings, she then concluded. What a pitious shame....

[Flynn]

"I would dance because a corpse would not like it. It is an INSULT." Was she so dense that she didn't understand what he was getting at? She was infuriating. "The only corpse I have right now, is that rabbit. It's not a big enough stage for me to dance." Sarcasm dripped off his words, much like his toxic saliva. He had to get her off this dancing thing. His nostrils flared as he took in the scents around him. His pack was not too far off, maybe if they made enough noise with arguing someone would come. Though it was not so much arguing as it was yelling at a rock.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't have you killed for trespassing." Some way to manipulate Flynn....just threaten and threaten. He snorted indignation at the entire situation. His clever little mind was clouded with frustration. The shrew in him was compiling a list of 'How to manipulate the less intelligent'. Of course the first thing on said list was the bribing with food part. He tapped his paw on the dead rabbit. Feed it to the idiot....feed it to Rosa. Damn the shrew. It only thought of food.

[rosella]

The female was about ready to pop and she was getting restless. She needed food and she needed to hunt. Flynn had been taking pretty good care of her and the wolf in her apreciated that while the snake was agitated. However right now she needed that hunting thrill. Little did she know she was following Flynns trail when she left the center of the camp. Apparently the wolf part of her wanted his company even though she was waddling at this point. She heard the sound of the male in questoin then ended up hearing another one speak. She rose a brow and a growl trickled out of her lips as she moved past the tree and saw them. She moved like the wolf she was instead of waddling cause she did not know what this other was doing to flynn or why she was here.

It wasnt a matter of Flynn couldnt take care of himself it was that Flynn was now hers and she protected.. okay obssessed slightly, over what was hers. She nodded her head at him, not saying a word before she sat down. She saw the dead rabbit and her mouth watered. However she came out here to hunt not to take from her mate who probally had no idea he was hers yet. Oh well he would soon enough.

[cane]

He was very particular with where he danced. Such a shame. It was so excruciatingly ahrd to find someone who would just do without thought. She couldn't do without thinking, either. She was just... Not thinking in the same way as others. She didn't quite realize that, either.
"See, hnn... A reason? Oh, yes, I see." She grumbled and rambled and raved, head tossing left and right as she mulled it over, savoring each concept like a wonderful taste upon her tongue. She grunted, once more, it seemed, and pulled herself, finally, over to one side, thinking hard all the while.
"Ah, fine, yes, that is..."
She paused, then, staring at him with a renewed intensity, now that her mind had settled upon one thing.
"Because I am big and strong, and you have a pack, me thinks, and I would wish to join it. Ah, yes, see... I am a... 'Brute', they call me? For I am proud Yagi, big creature, yes, and you are Myou, and you are not big, and, pardon the disrespect, you need muscle-y things to do your bidding... Yes, that is why."
She finished, then, tongue slipping out her parted maw as she panted, slightly heated by all this thrashing about as she tried to think. Apolagetically, she tilted her head downward, strategically placing each motion, now that she had let her intentions come rolling off her shoulders. Her ears twitched, seemingly hearing underbrush parting and dead leaves crinkling, but she ignored it, attributing it to how nervous she was at her concept. No, see, she would not do well, if it would be this hard to please those higher up in a hierarchy. But she would give anything, if only to make someone else happy with her doings. Though she knew not /that/, either.

[Flynn]

Flynn watched the shadow toss it's head back and forth as she spilled out an excuse. There was something he could work with. She knew that she was a brute, so why not let her be one? He was a little put off when she commented on his size and lack of tone. He was scrappy, but he survived this long. His tattered ears twitched as he heard the brush move around him, his keen nose helped to pinpoint to cause. His whiskers fanned out catching the scent. His prey instinct tended to come into play faster and more acutely than the dumb yagi. Another reason he was still alive.

He recognized the scent and saw the thin....well once thin silhouette of his cobra counterpart. His beady eyes glanced between the blobs, the yagi wasn't paying attention to the arrival of the female. Cane seemed distracted by the ground in front of her. Even when Rosella sat down. No matter. Flynn grunted a greeting "Hey. Caught this for you." He bent his neck to pick up the young lagomorpth and tossed it to his...well the mother of his offspring.

As for the yagi, he looked back at her still brooding over her words. She wanted to join the pack, mainly to save her life, but still. Muscle was muscle. As long as it was loyal. He waited for Rose to speak, not wanting to talk over her if she had something to say. Wolf she may be, but there was snake in her that the shrew in him disliked.