No need to match post length.
Grezig trudged ever onward, into the mire and not around it. She was stubborn. She did not care about getting dirty. And she could see fish swimming in the water. Fish were food, if you could catch them. Grezig was not used to hunting fish. Up until a few months ago, she had been part of her natal pack. They had hunted large ungulates, not fish. Grezig was learning that dispersing from her pack meant many more changes than she could have imagined. She supposed it was a good thing that it was summer and not winter. Still, despite her bull-headedness, she knew that being alone was not better than being part of a pack. But for a pack, one needed a mate.
Grezig was two years old now. She was sexually mature, but she had missed the breeding season. She would have to wait until next year to have pups, and by then, she hoped to have a mate on hand to help with that. For that to happen, however, she needed to live long enough. She had never heard of a lone wolf surviving for an entire year. What would she do when winter hit? She could not survive winter on her own. She could not hibernate like a bear. She would have to attempt to join a pack.
It was not common for wolf packs to accept strangers into their ranks. Grezig would have to show that she was not a threat to them and that she could pull her own weight. Perhaps, if she found a pack, she could bring them some kind of gift, like a fox to bury in their caches. That would show that she was useful. She could hunt. She wondered if they would accept a fish, looking down into the murky water she was standing in. She wondered then if she could even catch a fish. She watched as one lazily swam nearby and held still as it approached her, unaware that she was anything more than large reeds in the water.
As it came closer, she snapped it up into her jaws, quick as a flash, and then went to find a relatively dry area where she could lay down and eat it.
Grezig was two years old now. She was sexually mature, but she had missed the breeding season. She would have to wait until next year to have pups, and by then, she hoped to have a mate on hand to help with that. For that to happen, however, she needed to live long enough. She had never heard of a lone wolf surviving for an entire year. What would she do when winter hit? She could not survive winter on her own. She could not hibernate like a bear. She would have to attempt to join a pack.
It was not common for wolf packs to accept strangers into their ranks. Grezig would have to show that she was not a threat to them and that she could pull her own weight. Perhaps, if she found a pack, she could bring them some kind of gift, like a fox to bury in their caches. That would show that she was useful. She could hunt. She wondered if they would accept a fish, looking down into the murky water she was standing in. She wondered then if she could even catch a fish. She watched as one lazily swam nearby and held still as it approached her, unaware that she was anything more than large reeds in the water.
As it came closer, she snapped it up into her jaws, quick as a flash, and then went to find a relatively dry area where she could lay down and eat it.
June 13, 2018, 12:15 AM
Feasting on the raw flood of emotion that had spilled into his core, the moonlighter had ventured out beyond the opening to his valley home in search of something that would quell the fearful tremors that had beat against his frame. It would not have been long. Indra was swollen and close to giving birth to her pups... his pups. The very thought had burned within him since he had discovered her transformation. All that could possess his mind was the raging fire of what was to come. And still he feared for his family and the home they had settled into. The crow wanted only to express his desire to leave, but he was stricken with the trembling ache of dismay. How was he to convince her that she should go with him? How was he to pull her from her sister and into the open world of the unknown?
Plagued with his own thoughts and wonders, Tadec sauntered on lengthy limbs in the direction of a buzzing mire. His lantern gaze was burning only on what stretched before him. The thoughts of his future family were left in the valley where they would allow him a moment of reprieve. Even though it was only a moment, the crow was grateful for it. All that he faced was too much to stomach at times. For his own sanity, he sought to venture before he was due to return to the valley pack.
The mire was not a realm of delight. Tadec crept through it with wide eyes, searching for signs of life beyond what naturally dwelled there. He moved forward on limber legs that carried his narrow frame with ease. When the scent of a stranger passed to him, he stopped. All of his attention was directed to this figure that he could not yet see. In hopes of drawing the attention of this unknown shape, Tadec released a sharp yip into the void of his surroundings and waited for a response from the ghost within.
Plagued with his own thoughts and wonders, Tadec sauntered on lengthy limbs in the direction of a buzzing mire. His lantern gaze was burning only on what stretched before him. The thoughts of his future family were left in the valley where they would allow him a moment of reprieve. Even though it was only a moment, the crow was grateful for it. All that he faced was too much to stomach at times. For his own sanity, he sought to venture before he was due to return to the valley pack.
The mire was not a realm of delight. Tadec crept through it with wide eyes, searching for signs of life beyond what naturally dwelled there. He moved forward on limber legs that carried his narrow frame with ease. When the scent of a stranger passed to him, he stopped. All of his attention was directed to this figure that he could not yet see. In hopes of drawing the attention of this unknown shape, Tadec released a sharp yip into the void of his surroundings and waited for a response from the ghost within.
all the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand Enemies.
and when they catch you, they will kill you. but first they must catch you;
digger, listener, runner, Prince with the swift warning.
be cunning, and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed.
and when they catch you, they will kill you. but first they must catch you;
digger, listener, runner, Prince with the swift warning.
be cunning, and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed.
June 13, 2018, 12:46 AM
(This post was last modified: June 25, 2018, 02:05 PM by RIP Grezig.)
short-ass post. Grezig is an experimental character so post length and personality might be all over the place.
Grezig was still eating when the yip sounded nearby, pulling her head sharply up from her food. She immediately growled, ears pushed forward aggressively, trying to find the one who had made the noise and rudely interrupted her from her meal. She would kill over food, especially as a lone wolf. Every meal counted, every meal helped keep her alive, and she would not give up this fish without a fight. She spotted a murky shape somewhere in the mire and trained her ears and eyes upon it, continuing her growl. (In reality, the coywolf probably didn’t even care about the fish, but Grezig didn’t know that and wouldn’t have cared even if she did. This was her fucking food and poor Tadec was gonna have a hard time trying to have a conversation with her until she had finished eating it).
Exiting!
As it turned out, the creature in the mire decided not to mess with Grezig after all of her warning growls (at least, that's what Grezig thought), so she went back to eating her fish and completely ignored whoever it was. Eventually, when she'd finished her meal, she got up and left.
Exit.
Exit.
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