Wolf RPG

Tilki had been wandering about since she had discovered the wilds about a month ago. Of course she did not keep track of time. She simply watched the moon and sun pass. She was still wondering how that happened.

"Guess I find about." she said in her dreamy, wispy voice. She din't speak much so she when she occasionally did it came out mixed up. Tilki soon came across a large quarry. She looked at for while before climbing down. It had been a bit hard but it was worth the wait. The water their was crystal clear and tasted very fresh. She stared at her reflection before giggling to herself for some reason. She had been doing this often now.

Soon something shiny had caught her eye. It glittered in ground and it's sheen was blinding. Unknown to tilki, she had just come across a moon stone. She headed over to look at up close. It was some sort of shiny rock, she thought to her self.

"pretty rock for tilki! Pretty rock for tilki!" she yelled for some unkown reason. She dug the rest of stone out of the ground before picking it up with her jaws and walking towards a crystal water pool, in which tilki had decided to call it. She settled down watching sky as it got very foggy. She then wonder if anyone had heard her yelling. As quick as the thought came though it had gone in flash for she back to her observing state.

He was convinced he had found at least one foxwolf so far, although he was not convinced that she knew she was a foxwolf. It mattered not; she did not want to make more foxwolves with him and so his search continued, half out of duty, and half out of excitement. The land was new and fresh to him, and if he had found one foxwolf, he was hopeful he would find more. It set his paws moving at a bouncy, happy jog.

He heard yelling, and paused, his narrow head turning and his pointed ears flicking toward the sound. Curious as ever, Roo hopped upon a rock and peered down. He spotted red fur immediately, and that was enough for him. He gasped, and started to wriggle with anticipation. "Oh boy!" He exlciamed to himself, and he started to run toward the... fox. It was not until he drew near did he recognize the animal for what it was.

"Awwwwww!" He drawled with disappointment, giving the ground a swat with his paw. "You are just a fox!" He blurted toward toward her, as if it was her fault she was a mere fox and not a foxwolf.

Tilki had been on verge of sleep when she heard the shout of another. She got up to see something very strange. The stranger looked to be a fox like her but also wolf. She got up and decided she would take a closer look not knowning if the foxwolf would attack or not. Tilki looked at stranger even closer. She then processed what the stranger had said and all sudden became offended.

"Tilki not regular fox! She is different. She find sparkle rock!" she said and showing the stranger her gem. As as she said it though she had forgotten why. She didn't seem to care though as she sat down and giggled for no apparent reason.

"Tilki like fox wolf look." she stated. She liked the different looking stranger. She decided she would follow them for a while. This she would try to remember.

The world to him was full of new and exciting things, and he had no small amount of curiosity within his own breast. She spoke of being different, of a sparkle rox, and thus had easily captured his attention and his belief. He looked with wonder upon the gem, oooohhing softly at this new thing. He wished to find one for himself, for whatever purpose who knew. He was simply mesmerized by the novelty of the stone. "Prettiness," he said of it.

She complimented his foxiness, and he straightened up proudly. "Thanking you!" He chirped. "I am very happy about it too. I look just like the first foxwolf ever I am told!"

Tilki felt very happy. This fox wolf had completmented her sparkle rock. She liked this foxwolf's personality. She then tilted her head. What exactly was a fox wolf? She decided to ask the hybrid.

"what fox wolf?" tilki asked. She remembered it was her quest to gain as much knowledge about this world as possible. She had remembered seeing a wolf coyote mix before, but no other hybrid such as him.

Fortunately for her, his instincts were not concerned with foxes that were not in the immediate presence of his food or his home, the latter which he does not even have at the moment. So, he is happy to converse with her. "I am a foxwolf," he said, and there is obvious pride in his statement. Indeed, the boy was quite fond of his unique ancestry, of his family. "My family are all being foxwolves. All of us having the red coats, and all of us good rodent and rabbit hunters, just like the you!"

His tail was wagging, but it stops suddenly, and his carefree expression pinches as something dawns on him. "Wait just a minute!" He said. "WHY ARE YOU TALKING!?" He was incredulous, leaping back from her and eyeing her suspiciously. "You are an eatablething, eatables do not talk!!" In his family, the killing of a fox was a coming of age tradition, and never before had he shared with words with something he had personally killed and consumed.

Tilki suddenly grew concerned. Why had foxwolf gotten angry at her for speaking. Of course she didn't take This to personally since her siblings had bullied her daily, ever since she had hit her head on a rock. It still stung though.

" Why you get angry at Tilki? She speak if wants to! " she sort of growled as she said this. This fox wolf was being very rude. She picked up her sparkle rock and turned the other way letting out a sigh. Maybe she had though wrong about fox wolf. Then she realized he had said eatable. That meant he must have eaten fox before. She tensed and was ready to run at any given moment.

"It is not normalness!" He exclaimed. He was certain then, there was something very strange about this fox. Stranger danger. She turned to leave and he did too, the fur rising along his spine as his mind ran away applying all manner of extra strangeness to the smaller canine. He was overwhelmed by this new thing, and simply wanted out. So, his little paws carried him quickly away.