July 30, 2013, 07:33 PM
That delightful hum of nature that goes often ignored by those who forget how sacred the ecosystem truly is not unnoticed by the wolf. The wolf delights in it's role as a predator, rarely a prey. There is the thump thump of rabbit feet, the buzz of the bee, and the songs of bird. Add in the chorus of water, of breeze, of raindrop, of rocks falling, sticks cracking, and so much more. Then to have it all fade suddenly away as paws pound the earth with lackadaisical wandering.
The large Rocky mountain male realized all too suddenly that the temperature, and humidity had spiked and he paused with sudden startle to allow this environment to truly come to his eyes. While he had grown in mountains, it was rare to find a hot spring. He had come from the north, new to the area and had not expected to walk right into a damp, tropical environment. His lemon eyes sought the intricacies and slowly his grey furred body had begun to move forward in it's quest. A true gem in the heart of what he imagined to be a thriving environment.
There were species of plant that you wouldn't find in any old forest or meadow, and there they were nestled in cracks and crags, their livelihood fed by the warmth of volcanic activities. So many lessons had been learned, that he knew better than to consider remaining within the hot-springs for any length of time. But an afternoon of exploration would be more than deserving. As the sun reached it's peak in the sky, his gaze paused for but a second to observe. The hours would count quickly to sunset, and by then, he hoped to have advanced through the hot springs and to have found a suitable place to rest his head before continuing to learn of this region. He wondered if he was now far enough away from humans to not need to worry about their meddling in his affairs.
There was no reason to be concerned that they had explored this region frequently for the trail of plastic, glass, and other human wastes had not interfered in several days. Instead, he observed some insects delighting in their collection of resources.
The large Rocky mountain male realized all too suddenly that the temperature, and humidity had spiked and he paused with sudden startle to allow this environment to truly come to his eyes. While he had grown in mountains, it was rare to find a hot spring. He had come from the north, new to the area and had not expected to walk right into a damp, tropical environment. His lemon eyes sought the intricacies and slowly his grey furred body had begun to move forward in it's quest. A true gem in the heart of what he imagined to be a thriving environment.
There were species of plant that you wouldn't find in any old forest or meadow, and there they were nestled in cracks and crags, their livelihood fed by the warmth of volcanic activities. So many lessons had been learned, that he knew better than to consider remaining within the hot-springs for any length of time. But an afternoon of exploration would be more than deserving. As the sun reached it's peak in the sky, his gaze paused for but a second to observe. The hours would count quickly to sunset, and by then, he hoped to have advanced through the hot springs and to have found a suitable place to rest his head before continuing to learn of this region. He wondered if he was now far enough away from humans to not need to worry about their meddling in his affairs.
There was no reason to be concerned that they had explored this region frequently for the trail of plastic, glass, and other human wastes had not interfered in several days. Instead, he observed some insects delighting in their collection of resources.
August 01, 2013, 01:48 AM
This looked lonely. :)
[size=small]His gray eyes were focused as he ran towards the scampering rat. He had driven it out of the hole from whence it had come from and now he was in hot pursuit. The very idea that he was barreling through unknown territory mattered little to the hungry boy. His stomach growled and contorted as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. His jaws snapped at the air as the rat dodged him seemingly effortlessly. He never noticed the land beneath his large paws changing from lush green to more rocks and cracks. He could feel the warmth of his land pulsating into his paws, but he paid it no mind. He was completely focused. Completely enveloped by the task at hand.
The beast darted left just as his jaws clamped down the feeble death squeal of the rat sounded like music to his starving stomach. He tore into the supple flesh and devoured the creature and like a little boy he didn't have the patience to savor his food. The creamy inside of his oak colored ears were perked and rotating as he attempted to figure out where exactly he was. The wanderer, at least he thought he was, had been to many place, at least he thought he had, but he had never been here before. No, he was lost, but could a boy with no home truly be lost? The philosophical discussion was wasted on him, but what wasn't was the idea of being loyal to home. He thought of his elder brother Bold Heart, the Loyalist. One day Oak Maniitok would call a pack and a land home and he would prove his loyalty, but for now he was just the eternal wanderer, hungry and confused.
He moved forward as he knew that nothing of interest resided behind him. As he crossed a natural stone bridge his gray gaze fell on another wolf. It had been days since Oak Maniitok had seen another wolf. He could see that this was a full grown male and by the body Oak Maniitok could tell he was a formidable foe. With his paw firmly on the oddly warm Earth he let out a little woof. alerting the other male to his presence.[/size]
[size=small]His gray eyes were focused as he ran towards the scampering rat. He had driven it out of the hole from whence it had come from and now he was in hot pursuit. The very idea that he was barreling through unknown territory mattered little to the hungry boy. His stomach growled and contorted as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. His jaws snapped at the air as the rat dodged him seemingly effortlessly. He never noticed the land beneath his large paws changing from lush green to more rocks and cracks. He could feel the warmth of his land pulsating into his paws, but he paid it no mind. He was completely focused. Completely enveloped by the task at hand.
The beast darted left just as his jaws clamped down the feeble death squeal of the rat sounded like music to his starving stomach. He tore into the supple flesh and devoured the creature and like a little boy he didn't have the patience to savor his food. The creamy inside of his oak colored ears were perked and rotating as he attempted to figure out where exactly he was. The wanderer, at least he thought he was, had been to many place, at least he thought he had, but he had never been here before. No, he was lost, but could a boy with no home truly be lost? The philosophical discussion was wasted on him, but what wasn't was the idea of being loyal to home. He thought of his elder brother Bold Heart, the Loyalist. One day Oak Maniitok would call a pack and a land home and he would prove his loyalty, but for now he was just the eternal wanderer, hungry and confused.
He moved forward as he knew that nothing of interest resided behind him. As he crossed a natural stone bridge his gray gaze fell on another wolf. It had been days since Oak Maniitok had seen another wolf. He could see that this was a full grown male and by the body Oak Maniitok could tell he was a formidable foe. With his paw firmly on the oddly warm Earth he let out a little woof. alerting the other male to his presence.[/size]
August 01, 2013, 07:20 PM
Thank you for joining. :)
Tuning out much of the distractions of the world led to a greater sense of existence. Here, Servius's lemon eyes were so enamored with the insects before him that he could understand them. They moved as a system of their own, each insect collecting resources and returning to a collective. The particular insect he was following was black and yellow, a bee, wasp, or yellow jacket of some type. It's wings moved in a way that sounded a buzz.
Curiously, Servius pursed his lips and inhaled. Upon exhale, spatters of spit flung to the ground and he smirked sheepishly. His attempt to buzz failed, and instead it had a sort of raspberry effect of a 2 year old human toddler. He was removed from the moment by a woof. His ears rotated like mini-radars atop his head and then his gaze followed. Size was deceiving in this case, for the predominantly brown furred stranger looked to be nearly adult sized, but perhaps was a juvenile. Servius never did like the juvenile to yearling age span. It was difficult to pin point just how old an individual was when they were growing rapidly.
Hey.. He tossed out casually. His body language mellowed a bit, remembering that he was no longer top dog on the totem pole and that it was important to foster relationships, not foes.
Tuning out much of the distractions of the world led to a greater sense of existence. Here, Servius's lemon eyes were so enamored with the insects before him that he could understand them. They moved as a system of their own, each insect collecting resources and returning to a collective. The particular insect he was following was black and yellow, a bee, wasp, or yellow jacket of some type. It's wings moved in a way that sounded a buzz.
Curiously, Servius pursed his lips and inhaled. Upon exhale, spatters of spit flung to the ground and he smirked sheepishly. His attempt to buzz failed, and instead it had a sort of raspberry effect of a 2 year old human toddler. He was removed from the moment by a woof. His ears rotated like mini-radars atop his head and then his gaze followed. Size was deceiving in this case, for the predominantly brown furred stranger looked to be nearly adult sized, but perhaps was a juvenile. Servius never did like the juvenile to yearling age span. It was difficult to pin point just how old an individual was when they were growing rapidly.
Hey.. He tossed out casually. His body language mellowed a bit, remembering that he was no longer top dog on the totem pole and that it was important to foster relationships, not foes.
August 03, 2013, 09:11 PM
[size=x-small]The idea that this adult male before him was speaking to him came as small shock to the boy. The idealistic ways of a youth were some slightly foreign to him. He had been raised by two strong fighters as parents and as such the very idea of a kind stranger was an oddity for him. His father spoke little and though Oak Maniitok adored his namesake he couldn't keep his silence for as long as his father could. The long limb shaggy furred boy didn't know who he wanted to be like, but he knew the silent brutish style of his father wasn't his forte.
"Hello." His tone laced with the softness found of adolescence, soon enough his octaves would drop and he would sound more of a man, but for now he was cursed with his strange teenage ways. The male before him seemed highly intelligent the glint in the other males eyes told Oak Maniitok that this male was a deep thinker and perhaps a philosophical type. He thought of his elder brothers Sterntooth and Greyfox, the Alpha and the Spiritual. It was from the stories of them that would guide him in his current situation. With a moist tongue he licked his jowls remembering that those of a more intimidating nature would not introduce themselves. "I'm Oak Maniitok and you are?" So Oak Maniitok did.[/size]
"Hello." His tone laced with the softness found of adolescence, soon enough his octaves would drop and he would sound more of a man, but for now he was cursed with his strange teenage ways. The male before him seemed highly intelligent the glint in the other males eyes told Oak Maniitok that this male was a deep thinker and perhaps a philosophical type. He thought of his elder brothers Sterntooth and Greyfox, the Alpha and the Spiritual. It was from the stories of them that would guide him in his current situation. With a moist tongue he licked his jowls remembering that those of a more intimidating nature would not introduce themselves. "I'm Oak Maniitok and you are?" So Oak Maniitok did.[/size]
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