Tha gràin agam air an t-saoghal
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Ooc — Sofie
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November 25, 2018, 09:07 AM
@Dingo
Set 20/11/2018
The man had found a scent, but stale and in very poor quality. Must be at least two weeks old. He lifted his head, russet ears turning to inspect the river. No, she wouldn't've drowned. Probably.
He looked around, eyes dark and consuming in the dull light. It was still clear, for now, and hopefully, it would stay that way until he found Grezig. In reality, it wasn't until she left that he realised he missed her, she may feel differently towards him but his sister meant a lot to him.
He was hungry. The feeling raked along his stomach and implored him to hunt. The nearest source was the river, so why not. How hard could fishing be?
He'd studied others who fished, and the key was to stand still and move like lightning.
He looked around, eyes dark and consuming in the dull light. It was still clear, for now, and hopefully, it would stay that way until he found Grezig. In reality, it wasn't until she left that he realised he missed her, she may feel differently towards him but his sister meant a lot to him.
He was hungry. The feeling raked along his stomach and implored him to hunt. The nearest source was the river, so why not. How hard could fishing be?
He'd studied others who fished, and the key was to stand still and move like lightning.
Looking into the water and slowly moving to stand his paws in the shallows, he waited for the silver scales that flashed here and there to return. He watched. Waiting. He dived, jaws snapping around a body. Jerking his head up, he pulled the fish from the water and retreated to the bank. The one he'd caught wasn't very big, just a mouthful. He could always catch another, so he started to eat.
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November 25, 2018, 04:46 PM
The last time we checked in with Mister Dingo, he was in the north - or heading that way - along the plains. But it's been about a week since then, give or take. After the explanation from Takiyok that the region was only going to get colder, he was spooked in to heading south again. He trekked his way to the valley between the mountain range and the smaller Mount Apikuni, and then somehow powered through a few days of hiking to cross the abandoned real estate that was the Sunspire; the names of these places eluded him, and he didn't encounter another body until he was passing along the lower reaches of the range, creeping through Hoshor Plains and its snowy expanse. He thought he spotted a figure roaming nearby and called out to them — but they either did not hear him, or did not care to stop, maybe they weren't even there to begin with. Either way, Dingo was still alone by the time he neared the frigid riverside.
It was here that he chose to rest for a few hours; he stopped for a drink, gagging a bit as the cold water slipped down his throat, and busied himself with finding something to eat. He headed north along the river's bank and then stopped when he heard some commotion. Aside from a flock of distant snow geese honking overhead, he hadn't been granted any company, so the noises of someone down along the river's shallows drew him closer. He stopped about ten feet from the stranger, who was looming over the river and keeping himself occupied. Dingo didn't realize it was a fish, nor did he consider plunging his own face in to the icy water for any kind of sustenance (it was an idiotic idea in his less-than-esteemed opinion), but as he got nearer he saw the flopping silver shape and gasped,
It was here that he chose to rest for a few hours; he stopped for a drink, gagging a bit as the cold water slipped down his throat, and busied himself with finding something to eat. He headed north along the river's bank and then stopped when he heard some commotion. Aside from a flock of distant snow geese honking overhead, he hadn't been granted any company, so the noises of someone down along the river's shallows drew him closer. He stopped about ten feet from the stranger, who was looming over the river and keeping himself occupied. Dingo didn't realize it was a fish, nor did he consider plunging his own face in to the icy water for any kind of sustenance (it was an idiotic idea in his less-than-esteemed opinion), but as he got nearer he saw the flopping silver shape and gasped,
Woah! You're like some kind of ninja!
Tha gràin agam air an t-saoghal
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Ooc — Sofie
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November 25, 2018, 05:09 PM
He heard him before he smelt him, darting sideways, head still lowered to the fish defensively, his eyes settled on a man. He was almost orange in colour and had an inquisitive expression; if one cared to look they may notice other features about it that may him seem handsome. But to Derg, this stranger wasn't much so.
Dingo.
That was what he was reminded of when he looked over the stranger, cunning and devious and looking for food. That was the extent of his knowledge of the animal, but this stranger smelt like wolf and had the build of one. Strange, perhaps a bastard then.
Derg's tail was raised above his hips and he kept his head low as he studied the man. Both were yet to make a move. Well, there was no point standing and doing nothing. Derg lifted his head slightly and canted his head, taking a step forward to the man. His ears tilted, watching for others whom may be with him. He drew closer, stopping just a few steps away and quietly chuffed in greeting. He felt no need for words at this point, so he merely tilted his head to the river in a suggestion of learning. From the dingo-wolf's comment, he did not know how to fish. Derg was patient, and he found pride in teaching, especially when it came to use of one.
Dingo.
That was what he was reminded of when he looked over the stranger, cunning and devious and looking for food. That was the extent of his knowledge of the animal, but this stranger smelt like wolf and had the build of one. Strange, perhaps a bastard then.
Derg's tail was raised above his hips and he kept his head low as he studied the man. Both were yet to make a move. Well, there was no point standing and doing nothing. Derg lifted his head slightly and canted his head, taking a step forward to the man. His ears tilted, watching for others whom may be with him. He drew closer, stopping just a few steps away and quietly chuffed in greeting. He felt no need for words at this point, so he merely tilted his head to the river in a suggestion of learning. From the dingo-wolf's comment, he did not know how to fish. Derg was patient, and he found pride in teaching, especially when it came to use of one.
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