Barrow Fields the lark in the morning
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a chill hung in the early morning air, slowly cutting its way to her bones. autumn was plying into the earth with its long teeth, tendrils of death and decay spidering through the world to burst into vibrant orange-red foliage and brown grasses. it would be her first autumn to result in memories more like movie reels than nostalgic flashes of sound, pictures, scents, taste. she inhaled deeply, taking in the humid seaside air— committing it to memory— its scent thick with damp earth and ravenous fungi.

a mist clung to the unnatural mounds in the landscape, lending a golden quality to the sunrise that struggled to break through the haze. it was beautiful unnerving, and she started as the unexpected call of a lark pierced through the quiet. her moss green eyes scanned the mounds— those that she could see through the fog— until she found the perched bird.

she watched it for a time, enjoying its song, until her muscles uncoiled and she sprang towards it. the lark startled in turn, taking flight and leaving a small cloud of feathers to rain down upon the hill it had left. kestrel hadn't wanted to catch it, anyway; she was bored, and it had been something to do. 
note: kestrel has a low, husky voice and speaks with a thick, irish brogue. her appearance and mannerisms are quite androgynous, though her scent is clearly female (yay, hormones). your character won't offend either of us by mistaking her for a male.
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The time had come.

As much as he loved the boons the shores had to offer, it seemed the ones who knew its darkest secrets were scattered in the wind. If he were to find out the source of all those treasures that girlie had mentioned, he'd need to find them. Unfortunately his routes could only lead in one direction - inland. That is, of course, unless those buggers had somehow learned the fucking swim. Gods that'd be the day.

The further inland he traveled the chillier he found himself, as though someone were blowing against ice beside him. The sun did its part in keeping him warm, though the fog did its best to counteract it all. With a small twist in his otherwise quirky grin, Khan proceeded on his way, admiring the passing autumn beauties as much as a life-long traveler could. After all, it was typically the people that made exploring interesting, not necessarily their surroundings.

The twitter of a bird caught his ears' attention, perking up and steering him off course as he wound around a small mounded hillside. The feel of soil beneath his paws was a welcome change from the loose sands along the shore, but it brought with it new territorial pawns. Birds, prey, predator, which one would be behind curtain number three?

Eyes settled on the small dear, watching her as the bird flew off and left her all alone. Oh, a shame. "Th' hell that there bird done to piss y'off?" An easy chuckle as he slurred his words out with a drawl, his legs easing himself closer with a casual trot. Teeth flashed in that cheshire grin of his as he came near, his gaze eyeing up and down, sizing her up. "Lookin' t'see which one o'ya could fluff up th'most?" 'Cause dearie that bird ain't got nothing on you.

Insert wink here.

@Kestrel
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khanalyr · loner · arctic mutt
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As Bat and @Tegan made their way to the bay tucked in beside the cliffs of her home—previous home, rather—the Goufa found herself falling behind. Not only was she tired and a little weak from her travels, she was also a bit reluctant to get too close to Drageda. What if someone saw her? She could just imagine Wildfire scouring all the neighboring territories, leaving no stone unturned in her search for the wayward Goufa; if the woman discovered her, she would drag Bat back there by one of her over-sized ears. It was a vivid enough mental picture to slow her already weary step.

When he called her out for being a slowpoke, though, she scurried forward and stuck close, warily scanning their surroundings as they edged along a sprawling plain. It was covered in a carpet of green grass that would soon fade and turn brown. A pale morning mist hovered a few inches above the ground like a thin white blanket. Bat paused to watch it drifting when she heard a scuffle, then the sound of a masculine voice that definitely didn't belong to Tegan. Besides, it was coming from entirely the wrong direction: behind her, not in front.

In the distance across the hazy plain, Bat observed as a rugged gray wolf approached a paler, svelter figure. The rolling timbre belonged to him. It made the youth's ears quiver. She watched the pair of strangers curiously, up until she spotted Tegan impatiently motioning from further afield. She took a last look at the wolves, wondering who they were, then faced forward and rejoined her companion.
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she lifted a paw to climb the strange mound, to roll in the feathers left behind by her quarry, but a drunken voice interrupted the swiftly falling silence and kestrel paused. she turned her head, unalarmed but interested in potential company, and she watched the voice’s owner approach with little concern.

kestrel offered him a grin and a shrug, does a wolf need t'be mad to scare the piss out of prey, then? not that she made a habit of eating birds if she could help it. her brogue was thick, voice low and husky. she watched as he sized her up, then took measure of him in turn. she envied the strength she saw there, knowing that even when the last of her adolescent lankiness was gone, she would never be as... muscular or hardy.

not really understanding his question and so choosing to ignore it, she presented one of her own, d’ya know what these weird hills are for? looks like a pack buried two moose a piece under em, but i can’t imagine needin this many caches. an' they look auld as feck.
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note: kestrel has a low, husky voice and speaks with a thick, irish brogue. her appearance and mannerisms are quite androgynous, though her scent is clearly female (yay, hormones). your character won't offend either of us by mistaking her for a male.
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To say he didn't enjoy her staring at him, studying him, would be the most sinful of lies. He lapped it up with the most terribly cocky grin.

"I s'pose you don't need to do much," He lulled, his gaze not leaving her as he continued, "Jus' figured y'all must've had some heartbreakin' argument is all." An exaggerated shrug of his shoulders, as though admitting whatever problems she was having were none of his. As she dropped her own question his way, his eyes opened just a bit wider as he realized... damn... he'd actually have to think.

Turning his gaze out to the hills that surrounded them, he gave a lazy "hmph" as he realized he'd never really put thought into the lands he was perusing through. "Ehhh, I mean t'be honest I'd never really given much of'a fuck..." An irritated silence as he shifted his paws, lips pursing deep in though, "Well shit now I gotta think..." What could they possibly be? Being a stranger to the lands didn't help, but he wouldn't admit that. He could figure out anything.

And what does a greedy beast always jump to? "Treasure, I betchya!" The confusion blanketed on his face was swept away by a knowing, dangerous look and a terrible grin. That girl on the shores had talked of treasure nonstop, and where better for sea beasts to store their treasures against those seeking it? Somewhere you'd never suspect a sea beast to venture...

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khanalyr · loner · arctic mutt