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Post by catch22 on Mar 23, 2011 16:24:47 GMT -5
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Torn walked through the tall grass slowly. The sun was warm on his back, and his crippled leg was feeling good this morning. It was times like this he was happy to be alive. A slight breeze ran through the field, making him shiver with the feeling.
He may not have his pack any longer, but being out in the world certainly had it's moments.
TORN IN MIND, BODY, AND NAME.
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Post by cane on Mar 23, 2011 16:33:53 GMT -5
A bounce and a hop, and she was afloat, chasing after a jackalope that was moving about in the same matter, making hunting it such a bother. And, sadly, off it went, as she had come to terms with what a waste of energy it would be to hunt it down. Honestly, she was fine with normal bunny rabbits of any color or affiliation, but it was just when they had horns, it reminded one of herself, and it caused her such a wallowing amount of grief to deal with over the envious lack of her other horn.
So, with such a developement, she stood atop a slight slope, glad for the ever-so-there advantage of a higher position. She was so unaccustomed to the ever-flatness of the prairies and fields all around this part of the land, and she had set upon the task of becoming accustomed to all terra around these parts, and anywhere near it. It was her duty, she realized, as a new packmember.
Grumbling ever-so-slightly to one's self, she tumbled onto her way, having taken a lay of the land, and finding a pretty little spot, with some flowers and whatnot. Galloping about like a frenzied idiot, which she, unfourtunately, was much of, she continued this way and that, head always cocked to one side or another, never quite stationary, never quite right.
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Post by catch22 on Mar 23, 2011 16:41:27 GMT -5
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Torn suddenly looked around at a shape moving some distance from him. His first instinct was that is was a jackalope, but it's horns and size was all wrong. It had to be a wolf.
A flip of curiosity hit him, and he decided to lope toward the bouncy figure. He may as well have some interaction with someone or something today, and with luck he may even live through it.
"Hello" Torn raised his normally deep soft voice. "Who's there?" Then the thought hit that this wolf may just decide to rip him to shreds. It was too late to start to walk away, and he could tell at a glance that this stranger could catch up to him in an instant. Instead he began to think about how he could talk his way out of it, since he still hated using his skills of earth.
TORN IN MIND, BODY, AND NAME.
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Post by cane on Mar 23, 2011 16:51:06 GMT -5
Dear, oh, dear. How interesting, indeed! A voice had reached out to her, said a friendly greeting, made first contact. That was indeed something interesting. She pulled herself to a slow stop, grinding paws into soft ground, making marks upon the ground that had not existed moments before. She stared down at them for a moment, than raised her head, staring at the wolf that stood before her.
First thing she noticed, and it was a terrible thing indeed, was how peculiar his leg was, how strange his lope was, compared to her own. He had no horn, or, for that matter, any real adornment that was right in her mind.
Grunting slightly, she inclinded her head once more in a guttural greeting, voice filtering out into existance as her maw gaped open, letting the bird free from her mouth, as she deemed fit to imagine.
"Who indeed? Who, due to be known, as mineself and I. Cane, yes, that would be my name." She paused, then, seeming deep in thought as she studied herself, back paw rearing up to itch at her stomach, making a pleased look spread onto her face, ears twitching with chagrin.
"And you, yes? Oh, dear, yes, hullo, too." Her mind rushed, swishing all about as she seemed to mull over all this, take it in, mull over it again, and then decide that later, she would have to eat. Her stomach /did/ rumble so.
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Post by catch22 on Mar 23, 2011 17:01:21 GMT -5
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Torn was surprised at the sudden halt so near him. He also for a moment was thrown at a loop by this wolf's strange speech. Cane's speech, as was made clear very shortly. He felt small, as Cane's eyes took him in, something he was not used to.
Then she seemed to just, ignore him slightly. Lost in her own thoughts. Then lifting her head, she offered her greeting, a strange one. His name she asked for.
"I'm Torn, in name and body." Torn cracked a grin. He found it easy to speak to this Cane for some reason, perhaps because she seemed absentminded. Not that it was a bad thing.
"Do you want to walk with me?" It seemed like an odd question, and he would probably never use it so early again in a conversation. He turned slightly, offering her to walk next to him. What an odd personality....
TORN IN MIND, BODY, AND NAME.
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Post by cane on Mar 24, 2011 16:04:09 GMT -5
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"Yes, indeed, one might say that I'd kindly be of gratitude towards such a concept. Yes, yes, I will just have to go along walking with you, Torn, good sir. I can appreciate the feeling, yes. Lost horn, oh, sadly I did. Miss 'er dearly, 'er sister is so lonely, crowned up there upon mine head."
She spoke slowly and deliberately, head bobbing with every word or so, seeming to accentuate it in such a way. Stepping forth, one concentrated paw after another, as she came to flank him, abrest the other creature's chest, gate setting slow and sloppily, so as to allow the smaller to keep up. |  |
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Post by catch22 on Mar 24, 2011 16:11:22 GMT -5
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Torn walked along side the stranger, Cane, puzzled. "Excuse me, did you say you lost your horn?" Torn was confused, he wasn't aware that one could 'lose a horn'. He had always assumed Yagi had permanant horns, perhaps they shed? Perhaps Cane's just didn't regrow.
"I don't think I understand, where do you come from?" Torn was wary now, Cane's absent-mindedness could just be to lull him into a false sense of security.
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Post by cane on Mar 26, 2011 11:32:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,422,true] | [atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/sopn36.jpg]"Lost 'er, indeed I did. Mine precious darling, she was sawed half off. Rude beasts, they were, attacking out of no where." She grumbled, thrashing her head at the memory, eyes narrowed slightly as her mind whirred with remembering, pacing itself as it tried not to overheat. No emotion aside from grief ecame, then, bit it was there none-the-less.
"Nor any way to get babe back, I fear. Ain't it just so atrocious? Having to walk around with only half of mine crown, the other being gone forever, never to return...." She rambled, then, paws working into stepping with each word that spiralled from her maw, which gaped and twitched with each word. it appalled her, so, that one being would try to take another's pride and joy, similar to how the stranger, Torn, not a stranger any further, had lost function of leg.
"Understand? yes, one must train their mind to do as such. I come from far away, yet near enough. Born else where, see? Then, 'course, I came to these lands. Their nice and pleasant. Found root in Jungle. Salnero, I think it would be?" He words pestered at one another, finding themselves in places, out of order, where they wouldn't normally be, though Cane highly ignored it, for lack of the realization of it. | |
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Post by catch22 on Mar 28, 2011 8:49:54 GMT -5
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Torn was enjoying the conversation that for once wasn't turned on him, or on politics. He wondered if this was normal for a Yagi, considering he hadn't spoken to any before. Or perhaps it was a side effect of losing her horn.
Torn hoped she wasn't in a pack, but he had to ask. "That's terrible they took your horn. Are you in a pack now?" Torn wasn't worrying about choosing his words, she seemed fairly accepting.
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Post by cane on Apr 11, 2011 16:01:17 GMT -5
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Blink, blink. A torrent of memories cam, then, like a flood of water to a once-level spring, sending waters past banks and fish to new places. Lips curling, then, both at the fruit of goodness, and the joys of acceptance into a family sort of affair, and tongue lolled out, then, pleased.
"Ah, yes, yes. Fond'er it, I am. It's, 'emme see..... Mafia? Nice'n bunch, they are. Accepted me right in. Fer.... M'strength, I think'n? Not sure." She grumbled and tumbled her words, pads splaying out as they were placed down unto golden grasses, only to be plucked up again. Flowers were crushed and ruined beneath her weight, though she seemed not to notice, as her head was tilted towards Torn, investigating his looks in a dumbfounded, not-apparent sort of way that she possessed.[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/sopn36.jpg] | |
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Post by catch22 on Apr 12, 2011 10:35:32 GMT -5
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Torn suddenly quivered. He was not one to have anything to do with the Mafia, and it scared him like nothing other. Tales of them traveled, a ruthless bunch, cunning, and generally out to get you. Now whether this was true or not, Torn didn't want to find out.
"The Mafia eh? Sounds like they are really accepting. " He was only barely keeping his voice under control. "I'll have to visit you sometime Cane, but you know how it is, seeing the world never waits, and..." His voice trailed off. He looked at Cane and realized that she was, well, staring at him.
"I just need to be off hunting for a place to stay." Torn winked. He tried to make it as friendly as possible, even though he felt like a jackalope caught in a thicket. "See you around sometime?"
He hoped she didn't take it the wrong way.
TORN IN MIND, BODY, AND NAME.
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