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i could see for miles, miles, miles - Amoxtli - June 08, 2016

all welcome! tagging coelacanth for visibility

After resting, the wolfdog had decided to turn himself on the coast. Amoxtli and his sister had found a small area that provided seclusion and some moderate security from the outside elements; a dusty little cavern just on the coast was what had kept them safe and dry. It still dribbled through the moments of silence, but the rolling waves that accompanied the steady droplets inside their hole had been enough to lull the two to sleep. Once morning struck, Oxtli had offered a gentle nuzzle into the crook of his sister’s neck and had set out into the sands in search of gems. On their arrival, he had already come across a peculiar shiny stone that had been buried in the seaweed and had been washed to shore. He’d left it in the cave to keep it safe.
 
The sun was high overhead, beaming down on his thick coat. Feathered ears swiveled back and forth, listening intently to the happenings around him. The mutt did not want to stray too far from @Coelacanth but he could already feel the thirst for exploration in the pit of his gut. And in spite of the devastation that had plundered the land, Oxtli was interested in how far it stretched and how many others were there. The scent of wolves was on the air, but it was faded and did not seem to last long when the Tervuren managed to catch a whiff of it.
 
A noise shattered the thought that had been stuck in his head; the sound of a sharp bark rang towards him, followed by another. His eyes darted wildly in search of what could be making such a sound, only to catch sight of a great wallowing creature in the sands some many yards ahead of where he stood. Amoxtli paused, canted his skull to the left, and peered curiously at the sea lion. It slapped its great fins against the wet parts of the sand, creating a loud cracking noise. Once it had done this, the ocean dweller pulled its head backwards and barked three times. The Corten boy jittered at the sound, lowering his torso towards the earth playfully. Another sea lion emerged from the waters, returning the call of its companion.
 
Without questioning the safety of these creatures, Amoxtli’s willowy figure shot forward until he could have pressed his wet nose against the creature. It turned to him with an expression of shock and began to beat its arms against the sands, kicking up granules and spattering the Corten with them. His mouth curled in a wide grin and he tossed his head back in a show of excitement. The sea lion was not impressed, and bellowed another great bark. The other lion made a remark from his spot in the water.
 
For a moment, the Corten was envious. Even these creatures had a voice. Feeling the spattering of sands against his soot-masked face once more, he watched the sea lion wallow. It turned a pair of beady dark eyes on Oxtli’s figure and lunged its head toward the wolfdog. Surprised, the Tervuren bounced backwards and flagged his tail behind him excitedly. When the sea lion barked once more, Amoxtli parted his mouth and try as he might… the only sound that fell from his inky lips was a raspy and quiet hoof.



RE: i could see for miles, miles, miles - Zephyr Maverick - June 16, 2016

The first few weeks of Summer had been hard on Zephyr, strong as the man was. Upon realizing that Heldi, his old friend from the pack he grew up in, was not coming back from her scouting mission, the ebony king fell into a depression. The time had come and gone that he said they would be off, even now with the greenery returning and the promising weather. Rana had not mentioned it, and the Gamma assumed she simply didn't see him enough anymore to notice. He knew she would forever stand by his side, Shadowfax or not and no matter her rank. Heldi on the other hand, in his eyes, was a traitor. Should she show herself again, he would of course be the gentleman he always has been and let her explain; if given a good enough reason, perhaps he would have forgiven her. But he correctly assumed the worst: she had abandoned him and his cause, found an easier life somewhere. 
  Heavy, snow splashed paws thumped against the earth wearily that day as he padded across the borders and headed for shore. It was a calming place to be, and closer than his much preferred mountain terrain. Little did he know that ahead lied not a quiet day to himself but an interesting scene.
It was one that brought him to a halt just a few yards away, a worn-out smile ghosting across his obsidian maw. A rumbling, happy tone emonated from his chest, as close to laughter as he'd been since before June. Quiet the fallen king stayed, peering curiously over at the wolfdog and sea lion bicker. The sound coming from the hybrid was an odd one, but Zephyr was an accepting man, and if this was the sound of the creature before him, so be it. It hadn't yet occured to him that the man couldn't talk at all, but surely the puzzle pieces would fall into place soon.


RE: i could see for miles, miles, miles - Coelacanth - June 20, 2016

Kirynnae, a great lover of stories and a bard among the Corten wolves, had passed both of these traits on to four of her children: Kailani, Serein, Sirimiri, and Brontide.  Oxtli and Seelie had grown up surrounded by these grand storytellers and singers, and many of their childhood games had been based around the things they learned, both fictitious and factual.  When they, at their full height and weight, remained much smaller and more finely-drawn than their grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, they remembered that intellect, heart, and agility often bested brawn and brute strength.  When they felt keenly the lack of verbal expression, they were told the story of the mute Trumpeter Swan who had found his voice through a manmade instrument.  And, from stories and songs, Coelacanth had come to know that dragons were impressive creatures that ranged in size from tiny and faelike to large and imperial; most possessed glittering scales and wings that ranged in texture from armor to parchment.
 
Had Coelacanth a voice, she would have nicknamed her brother Dragon for his tendency to fill whatever residence he currently inhabited with gems, baubles, and other such treasures — a thought that occurred to her anew this morning when she tripped over his latest acquisition and neatly caught herself with a skipping sidestep.  Dipping her nose to its polished surface, Coelacanth regarded the newest addition to Amoxtli’s hoard with appreciation.  Though she lacked the desire to squirrel away such treasures, she cherished being surrounded by such beautiful things.
 
Stretching languidly, she left the dragon’s lair at a sprightly trot, her inner compass pointing her unerringly in Amoxtli’s direction.  The bark of sea lions was a jarring but immediately comforting sound — she was enamored with the creatures and could not see them as prey despite the traditional hunting habits of most coastal wolves.  One of Kirynnae’s stories, a legend about the origin of the Corten wolves, had been based on the theory that they were distantly related to the finned-and-flippered beasts — the same way many humans were taught about their distant relation to primates.  Looking at the scene that unfolded before her, Coelacanth saw little physical resemblance between her fluffy dragon of a brother and the obviously unimpressed bull, but the delight she felt was akin to seeing an old friend.  Whuffing softly to announce her presence — a practically inaudible rush of sound despite her efforts — she bounded forward with an exuberant but harmless nip at Amoxtli’s ruddy flank, only to spring nimbly backward in surprise at the presence of a stranger.
 
The angle which Coelacanth had approached from had given her a clear view of Amoxtli but only now did she notice the incredibly tall male.  Wild raven-black fur cloaked his significantly larger frame — he was taller than Coelacanth by at least a foot — with startling splashes of white that covered all four legs and the center of his chest.  One torn ear and a scar that bisected his face like a masquerade mask bespoke of his previous battles; the accentuated leanness of his frame reflected the famine of the Teekon Wilds.  They were on neutral territory, and Coelacanth owed the strange wolf no allegiance, but caution bade her to avoid his gaze with studied decorum — but the amused rumble that thrummed pleasantly from his breast and the smile that shaped his muzzle as he watched Amoxtli interact with the sea lion comforted Coelacanth greatly.  Her feathered sheepdog’s tail wavered with tentative friendliness as she whuffed an airy greeting.  Her seablue eyes flicked to Amoxtli with unabashed pride: this is my brother.



RE: i could see for miles, miles, miles - Amoxtli - June 27, 2016

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It was positively thrilling for the boy to find this creature on the shore and to have it so openly bark at him; his fiery gaze was alight with joy as he bounded around the hapless ocean-dwelling animal. The more that he seemed to toss himself about in the sand, the further it seemed to agitate the lion of the water. Even the other sea lions seemed to grow weary of the bouncing Tervuren and tried to wallow away. Amoxtli could not contain another quiet huff of a bark, hoping to entice the creatures to return to the sands with him and continue their play.
 
Were it not for the soft noise that sounded the presence of his inky sibling, the boy may have continued on his pursuit of the beasts, blissfully unaware of her. Once he turned his muzzle and pointed it in her direction, his fiery gaze lit up with happiness and his mouth parted in a doggish smile that allowed his coral-colored tongue to loll. The calm blue of her gaze was a comfort to him, even in moments when it was not necessary to have her right beside him. Oxtli had never once found himself tired of her companionship, and the Corten boy did not believe that he could. Their lives were so closely interwoven with each other; he was not certain of who he was without his dark counterpart.
 
Not too far away from the two wolfdogs, there was a dark figure. Once the ink and ivory man had caught Amoxtli’s gaze, he flattened his ears to his crown and breathed a quiet breath towards his sister, who had also found the stranger in her sights. Stepping beside her so that his coat brushed faintly to her own, the boy peered questioningly toward his sister first, and then to the dark man who had not yet announced himself. For a fleeting moment, the Tervuren thought perhaps that he had lost his voice too. Drawing his ears forward once more, he held his gaze on the intimidating figure of the dark man and nudged his sister’s neck softly. Perhaps it was she who knew him from somewhere; but he was quick to strike that thought. Judging by the look on his dark sibling’s face, she did not know this man either.
 
Lifting his tail upwards, Amoxtli wagged his rear so swiftly that it caused him to spin in little half circles. He held his head lower to the ground. The land was not claimed, but the Corten was a cautious lad and preferred simply to show that he would favor submission over physical altercation. With an inquisitive look to the male, the boy canted his head to the left and flicked a single ear backwards as if to say who are you, dark stranger? Have you come to speak to the sea lions too?
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RE: i could see for miles, miles, miles - Coelacanth - August 18, 2016

The dark stranger did not respond outright — he merely held his silence, his eerily glowing eyes staring yet unfocused. It was likely the wolf’s sight was directed inward, rapt with quiet introspection, but Coelacanth felt a twist of unease in her breast nonetheless and begged her brother with a soft, fluting breath to come away with her. Her graceful muzzle nosed through the thick fur of Amoxtli’s fire-and-coal ruff as her seablue eyes darted with visible anxiousness toward the towering creature and then toward their salt-crusted den. The Tervuren needed little coaxing when it came to the whims of his little sister — no more coaxing than she required when faced with his — and as one they made a swift, fluid retreat on compact, catlike paws that barely stirred the sand they tread upon.