After a hard couple of days sparring and training with Aeronwyn, the boy felt as though he needed a day of rest. Though he knew it would take a huge amount of effort and determination to gain the title of his trade, he deemed it as good a time as any to give his muscles a brief break from the rounds of practice he had endured. In all honesty, he didn't mind how many times he had to rear up and strike at his fellows, nipping at their limbs and battering their skulls; yes, it felt wrong to hurt one of his own yet he was learning, gaining knowledge and experience that would help him in the long run. It was also a great way to bond with his comrades, getting to know each of them as he tested them for their weaknesses and vice versa.
He let his paws lead him throu the mossy entangles of the forest until he wound up on the grassy banks of the river, his paws forming shallow dimpled in the damp ground as he closed the gap between him and rushing currents. Dipping his cranium, he lapped up a good amount of the crystalline liquid, enough to quench the dryness that was beginning to irritate him with every breath. After satisfying his thirst, he waded in deeper until the flow tugged gently at his ivory underbelly. The bite on his chest stung slightly so he dipped his body until it was submerged. His body quivered as he relished the relief it gave him and soon the pain diminished to a dull throb. As he stood there allowing the water to tug rhythmically as his fur, his honeyed pools caught sight of schools of tiny silver darts hovering just below the surface. With a curious tilt of his head, he wondered what they were and he lifted his paw out of the river to slam it down experimentally upon the rippling surface. After the shock waves had diminished, he was surprised to find the scaly imbodiments had scattered, earning another quizzical look from the yearling.
He let his paws lead him throu the mossy entangles of the forest until he wound up on the grassy banks of the river, his paws forming shallow dimpled in the damp ground as he closed the gap between him and rushing currents. Dipping his cranium, he lapped up a good amount of the crystalline liquid, enough to quench the dryness that was beginning to irritate him with every breath. After satisfying his thirst, he waded in deeper until the flow tugged gently at his ivory underbelly. The bite on his chest stung slightly so he dipped his body until it was submerged. His body quivered as he relished the relief it gave him and soon the pain diminished to a dull throb. As he stood there allowing the water to tug rhythmically as his fur, his honeyed pools caught sight of schools of tiny silver darts hovering just below the surface. With a curious tilt of his head, he wondered what they were and he lifted his paw out of the river to slam it down experimentally upon the rippling surface. After the shock waves had diminished, he was surprised to find the scaly imbodiments had scattered, earning another quizzical look from the yearling.
July 31, 2016, 06:09 PM
Unlike his brother, Pyro wasn't showing many signs of being a large wolf in his adult years. Vassago grew taller every day, and his energy was uncontainable, but Pyro, although growing at a steady rate, would never match his brother in any physical way. He wasn't going to become tall, he wasn't going to become strong. He was going to be Pyro, and that was a curious boy who loved watching the world working around him.
Last time he came this close to a river he almost died, but for some reason Pyro could not help but feel attracted to the streaming water. Every day he was given more freedom to roam around the den, and every day he pushed his limits even further, all for one reason: the world was too big to stay inside.
Laying on the riverbend, with his head posed on his front paws Pyro watched the water run by, amazed by how it glittered at some points and by the soothing shades of blue. He didn't dare go inside, he was still scared of drowning, but once every while he would slam his paw at it and giggle at the splash. He did that for a while, and would have for much longer, daring to go closer every time if he hadn't been surprised by mom. He opened his eyes wide open when he heard her, she would be mad at him again, but when his eyes met her figure he realized it wasn't mom who had walked by. It was someone else, someone he had seen before but did not yet recognize, and the little one watched him submerge himself in the water in awe. He yipped at the male from the edge of the water, worried now that the water would hurt the older male the same way it'd hurt him.
Last time he came this close to a river he almost died, but for some reason Pyro could not help but feel attracted to the streaming water. Every day he was given more freedom to roam around the den, and every day he pushed his limits even further, all for one reason: the world was too big to stay inside.
Laying on the riverbend, with his head posed on his front paws Pyro watched the water run by, amazed by how it glittered at some points and by the soothing shades of blue. He didn't dare go inside, he was still scared of drowning, but once every while he would slam his paw at it and giggle at the splash. He did that for a while, and would have for much longer, daring to go closer every time if he hadn't been surprised by mom. He opened his eyes wide open when he heard her, she would be mad at him again, but when his eyes met her figure he realized it wasn't mom who had walked by. It was someone else, someone he had seen before but did not yet recognize, and the little one watched him submerge himself in the water in awe. He yipped at the male from the edge of the water, worried now that the water would hurt the older male the same way it'd hurt him.
The afternoon sunlight sparkled atop the swirling surface of the river, reflecting off the silver bullets like light off a mirror. With his honeyed gaze alive with interest, the agouti boy ceased his investigation, standing perfectly still amidst the currents as he observed their movements. Since his last paw slam, they had grouped together again, forming a tight shoal as they flitted around the yearlings limbs, occasionally knocking their tiny heads against his ivory fur as they did so.
His quizzical look morphed into a hunters glare as his polls fixated on a glittering indevisual swimming along the outskirts of the school. He watched in silence as it darted here and there, hovering at almost a standstill as it moved against the gentle flow. They were certainly alive; perhaps they could pass as a meal. With a swish of his tail, Shink plunged his muzzle into the water, closing it with a snap before recoiling, sopping wet and dripping. To his annoyance, his jaws held nothing but empty air. Tassel lashing in annoyance, he decided to try again, his maw agape as he lunged beneath the waves, this time making contact with a slippery being as he locked it shut and retreated back to the bank. He relished it's cool taste as it slid down his gullet and he fished another one out, this time succeeding in capturing a slightly large imbodiment.
A shrill yip caught his attention and he turned, the fish still clasped in his jaws as his focus came to reside upon the chocolate form of the youngster. With his tail waving in a friendly manner, he trotted towards the pup, offering him the fish as he deposited it a few feet away from the other. "Greetings, Pyro," he voiced as he gave his pelt a quick shake, an amused smile beginning to spread across his muzzle as he noted his concerned expression. "It's alright," he added, "You can eat this if you're hungry." He reclined down onto his stomach, nosing his catch towards the youngster as he did so.
His quizzical look morphed into a hunters glare as his polls fixated on a glittering indevisual swimming along the outskirts of the school. He watched in silence as it darted here and there, hovering at almost a standstill as it moved against the gentle flow. They were certainly alive; perhaps they could pass as a meal. With a swish of his tail, Shink plunged his muzzle into the water, closing it with a snap before recoiling, sopping wet and dripping. To his annoyance, his jaws held nothing but empty air. Tassel lashing in annoyance, he decided to try again, his maw agape as he lunged beneath the waves, this time making contact with a slippery being as he locked it shut and retreated back to the bank. He relished it's cool taste as it slid down his gullet and he fished another one out, this time succeeding in capturing a slightly large imbodiment.
A shrill yip caught his attention and he turned, the fish still clasped in his jaws as his focus came to reside upon the chocolate form of the youngster. With his tail waving in a friendly manner, he trotted towards the pup, offering him the fish as he deposited it a few feet away from the other. "Greetings, Pyro," he voiced as he gave his pelt a quick shake, an amused smile beginning to spread across his muzzle as he noted his concerned expression. "It's alright," he added, "You can eat this if you're hungry." He reclined down onto his stomach, nosing his catch towards the youngster as he did so.
August 07, 2016, 10:40 AM
Whatever the guy was doing looked terrifying to Pyro. He seemed to be struggling against something in the water, and once again it swallowed him whole before spitting him out. WHAT. THE. HELL. But what was even more terrifying was that even after the battle, the warrior came out of the water like nothing had happened, and even brought one of the monster's babies out of it's cradle!
As he emerged, Pyro ran to meet him at the edge of the water, nervousness making him shiver. But when he got near enough he felt a sense of tranquility be transmitted to him through the older male's voice. Pyro lowered his head to the ground, keeping his but in the air in case he needed to flee the baby monster. He neared his nose carefully, waving his tail above him nervously. A snap, and nothing happened, so Pyro dared take one step closer and sunk a claw into it. The flesh was soft and viscous, and the smell was something strange to him. "Eating" was something Pyro understood, and with a glance at Shink for confirmation he took one tiny bite, tasting fish for the first time.
As he emerged, Pyro ran to meet him at the edge of the water, nervousness making him shiver. But when he got near enough he felt a sense of tranquility be transmitted to him through the older male's voice. Pyro lowered his head to the ground, keeping his but in the air in case he needed to flee the baby monster. He neared his nose carefully, waving his tail above him nervously. A snap, and nothing happened, so Pyro dared take one step closer and sunk a claw into it. The flesh was soft and viscous, and the smell was something strange to him. "Eating" was something Pyro understood, and with a glance at Shink for confirmation he took one tiny bite, tasting fish for the first time.
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