Post by aoika on Jul 12, 2011 17:13:22 GMT -5
(OOC: For the record, because I'm so bad at thinking up thread names and the longest and hardest bit for me of making a thread is always thinking of a name which won't make me die of embarrassment, I am naming all the threads which Aoika starts after judo throws. Tomoe nage is a sacrifice throw where you throw yourself on your back and put your foot in their stomach and flip them over you. It can be REALLY good if you do it right but it's a bit of a leap of faith because of the way that if it doesn't work you're SO DEAD (lying on the floor on your back with your foot in the air isn't a great place to be in a fight) so it kinda represents the leap of faith which is joining a pack. Anyway....)
Aoika the Mountain was not feeling like a mountain. Aoika was not at all feeling her usual steady, sensible self. In fact she wasn't feeling much like anybody, except a stupid little cub with no idea where to go or what to do.
Aoika the Mountain was, in fact, now she thought about it really hard, feeling like something. Even if she wasn't feeling like someone.
She was feeling very much like a raincloud; she just wanted to drift around and rain on somebody.
Normally Aoika was more considerate and level-headed than this, but she was fed up of being a loner. She was not the kind of wolf who exactly anjoyed being a loner; it gave her identity crises when she had nothing to belong to. Plus, a lot of her self-confidence stemmed from her pride in her own loyalty and dedication, but if she had nothing to be loyal and dedicated to, she often started feeling bad about herself.
Aoika had, of course, looked around for some packs, but she knew of none that she'd be happy in, so left them for last resorts and went wandering.
The first place she'd come to, wandering, had been here. She'd come in from the east and was now happily making her way through the grass. She could smell a pack, and that was certainly good news.
Currently, Aoi was, in her typical stoic manner, making her way through the grass, tracking the pack's scent. The earth was cool and solid beneath her paws as she tracked her way across it. She spent a few minutes just letting herself be calm, feeling the way that the grass swished against her sides and legs. The breeze was calm and gentle as it wafted against her face, refreshing and serene.
She liked the breeze. It was simple, like her, and calm, also like her. It didn't try and mess up her life, nor did it try and interfere and make everything better- it was just there, always there. Even more like her.
It was a nice day, calm and peaceful, the sky blue and all the colours vivid in their bright grass greens and pretty flower hues and the perfection of the sky.
She eventually became a little bored- OK, a lot bored- and began flicking her tail from side to side as she walked, the muscular, horned scythe ripping through the grass.
Sighing, she stopped, sat down, and barked loudly. Surely somebody would come and find out who the dangerous-looking Yagi was and what she was doing on the pack's territory?
Aoika the Mountain was not feeling like a mountain. Aoika was not at all feeling her usual steady, sensible self. In fact she wasn't feeling much like anybody, except a stupid little cub with no idea where to go or what to do.
Aoika the Mountain was, in fact, now she thought about it really hard, feeling like something. Even if she wasn't feeling like someone.
She was feeling very much like a raincloud; she just wanted to drift around and rain on somebody.
Normally Aoika was more considerate and level-headed than this, but she was fed up of being a loner. She was not the kind of wolf who exactly anjoyed being a loner; it gave her identity crises when she had nothing to belong to. Plus, a lot of her self-confidence stemmed from her pride in her own loyalty and dedication, but if she had nothing to be loyal and dedicated to, she often started feeling bad about herself.
Aoika had, of course, looked around for some packs, but she knew of none that she'd be happy in, so left them for last resorts and went wandering.
The first place she'd come to, wandering, had been here. She'd come in from the east and was now happily making her way through the grass. She could smell a pack, and that was certainly good news.
Currently, Aoi was, in her typical stoic manner, making her way through the grass, tracking the pack's scent. The earth was cool and solid beneath her paws as she tracked her way across it. She spent a few minutes just letting herself be calm, feeling the way that the grass swished against her sides and legs. The breeze was calm and gentle as it wafted against her face, refreshing and serene.
She liked the breeze. It was simple, like her, and calm, also like her. It didn't try and mess up her life, nor did it try and interfere and make everything better- it was just there, always there. Even more like her.
It was a nice day, calm and peaceful, the sky blue and all the colours vivid in their bright grass greens and pretty flower hues and the perfection of the sky.
She eventually became a little bored- OK, a lot bored- and began flicking her tail from side to side as she walked, the muscular, horned scythe ripping through the grass.
Sighing, she stopped, sat down, and barked loudly. Surely somebody would come and find out who the dangerous-looking Yagi was and what she was doing on the pack's territory?
