All the small things - Printable Version

All the small things - Printable Version

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All the small things - Alfhildr - August 17, 2014

[size=x-small]Backdated to the 11th[/size]

It was a nest in an overgrown forest, the trees sheltering it from the harsh heat of the season. There were once eggs in it, surely. It had helped bring life into the world.

This was why Alf was wearing it on her head like a hat as she traversed the densely wooded area; all it needed were some flowers woven into it and it would truly be a masterpiece. A masterpiece made of nostalgia and memories, plus a bit of flaking bird feces from its previous occupants.

If Alf was anything, she was silly. One of the silliest old ladies she figured anyone was bound to meet, though truth be told she wasn't too old just yet. She'd lived a long, less than pleasant life in many cases. However, the tawny she-wolf had typically found ways to be optimistic. It was even easier now that she'd cast off her worries about disappointing people; if Alf did, assuming they really cared about her, she'd be able to try and fix it. That was what a good friend had become to Alfhildr; someone who would stand by her even when she screwed up, but wouldn't let her get away with that shit either.

She'd had a few friends like that, but it was far from the norm. Perhaps if she had been appointed more by fate, she'd have grown more as an individual in her youth.

Plucking a flower from the ground, Alf let the nest topple from her head. She would stick it in her fabulous hat, and then continue her journey. Once all the decoration was in place, perhaps the female would rip out ear holes to properly seat the article on her skull. Now that would be an interesting sight.

RE: All the small things - Shadow - August 20, 2014

Decided to intrude! :D

The silver wanderer had left The Heartwood behind him and continued traveling forward, it was not long before another forest greeted him. This one very different from The Heartwood. Full of overgrown shrubbery and coniferous timbers. Faint mist clung to the moss filled trunks of the trees, giving this forest an eerie mysterious feel. Totally different to The Heartwood, while that forest seemed to belong in a fairy tale, this one belonged in a horror story.

Fascinated at this forest, the sterling outrider trotted into the forest. It was dark, the thick canopies shielding the forest floor from most sunlight, only a few shafts of light shone through the treetops. He wondered if there was anyone in this forest, that dared ventured here too.

A gust of wind ruffled his thick pelt and bringing him a blast of cold air and a scent. Unfamiliar and without any distinct pack scent. Probably a female loner. He sniffed the air and began following her trail until he caught sight of her and stopped abruptly, head tilting to one side gracefully.

RE: All the small things - Alfhildr - August 20, 2014

The wind in this forest was weird. It blew gusts back and forth between the trees, which Alf figured would only make it more disorienting to navigate. Thankfully, the gleeful she-wolf had nowhere to be. Alfhildr could revel in the cool gloom of the nightmare forest without worrying where and when she'd leave it. She figured she had a good enough internal compass to keep going north, though, as it was her intended direction.

Alf finished poking the flower's stem into her hat and then caught her nose on the nest's edge; flipping it up onto her face, she flattened her ears as she tilted her head back. With a bit of head bobbing and concentrated force of will, the hat slid back into place on her skull. Alf was a truly amazing wolf. Extremely humble, too. Expert fisherman, proficient storyteller, and obviously a fantastic tracker.

If that was any more than hyperbolic boasting, she'd have noticed the approaching male in unfamiliar territory sooner than when a wayward breeze just happened to hit her nostrils. Whipping around with her ears tilted forward curiously, Alf watched as her nest hat flew off her head and bounced against an adjacent tree. Then, when she felt confidant it wasn't going to suddenly crumble into a useless pile of twigs, the she-wolf addressed the other wolf. Alf had just changed his life forever; he'd tell stories of the "weird loner with a fucking nest for a hat." Okay, maybe minus the swearing.

Her tail wagged softly in greeting as she turned to face him properly. "Hi!" She barked, a grin accompanying the exclamation. He didn't appear to be a threat, and she'd let herself be incredibly enthusiastic until he did. This wasn't the first wolf Alf had come across in the area, but it was the first she'd be liable to have a conversation with.

The older woman would need to find a pack eventually, and he certainly smelled as if he belonged to one. It couldn't hurt to ask a couple questions and be nice to a stranger.

RE: All the small things - Shadow - August 20, 2014

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The strange female with a nest on her head turned around and the nest flew off her head and bounced against a tree. The silver wanderer raised an eyebrow as he turned his platinum gaze at her. She wagged her tail in greeting "Hi!" a grin on her face. He flicked his ears as a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Hello, were you just wearing a nest on your head?" an amused look flashed through his icy gaze, wondering how the Sveijarn pups would react to his particular amusing story about a weird female loner wearing a nest on her head. Surely it would make them laugh, too bad he couldn't share memories and let them see it for themselves.

Another gust of wind blew from the gaps between the trees ruffling his fur, he didn't seem bothered by it however, instead flicked his tail as he waited for her answer. The Creek wolf didn't mind a conversation, besides it would be nice to see how other's life work. Not that he needed to know about a loner's life since he had been one before but this loner was particular. Wearing a nest on her head.

RE: All the small things - Alfhildr - August 21, 2014

Okay, so she was a weirdo, but an approachable weirdo by the way the stranger just barely smiled at her. Alf could handle that, certainly.

"Hello, were you just wearing a nest on your head?" The male asked, and Alfhildr simply stared in response for a second. She couldn't exactly claim she wasn't, except for comedic effect.

"Well.. I think that's up to interpretation. It could have possibly been resting on my head of its own accord, and then decided to flee upon realizing you were there." She paused for a moment, her tail swaying good-naturedly behind her. Alf then offered the male a wide grin before saying, "Well yeah, 'course I was. Haven't you ever worn a nest hat before?" The woman trotted over to scoop the hat up again and balanced its inner edge on her nose. Then, with practiced skill, Alfhildr flipped it up onto her head as her ears fell back. "Ta-daah!" Alf exclaimed with a proud smirk. That must've been incredibly impressive. Or maybe just really childish and weird. Hopefully a bit of both.

Barreling over any response he might have intended on giving, Alf turned to him carefully so as to not dislodge her nest, and then proclaimed, "In fact, you, my good sir, appear to be in need of a dashing article of head wear. Perhaps you would like to take this beautiful hat off my paws for the price of some woefully boring conversation?" Okay, so maybe the female was laying it on a little thick. Alf had always been a creature born of fanfare and ridiculousness, though. No harm in making a stranger laugh and smile, especially if the she-wolf was liable to never meet him again. It's not like her joking around had any consequences; it was all just good-natured fun.

RE: All the small things - Shadow - August 21, 2014

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"Well.. I think that's up to interpretation. It could have possibly been resting on my head of its own accord, and then decided to flee upon realizing you were there." the female smiled widely. "Well yeah, 'course I was. Haven't you ever worn a nest hat before?"

The sterling outrider watched, amused as she flicked the nest to the top of her head. The female was both weird and childish, and amusing to him. He smiled as she spoke again, "In fact, you, my good sir, appear to be in need of a dashing article of head wear. Perhaps you would like to take this beautiful hat off my paws for the price of some woefully boring conversation?"

"Ahh." he smirked. "I have to refuse the offer for the hat but a conversation would be nice. Perhaps you would like to keep the nest?" He tilted his head as he waited for the female weirdo's answer.

RE: All the small things - Alfhildr - August 21, 2014

"I have to refuse the offer for the hat but a conversation would be nice. Perhaps you would like to keep the nest?" The tilt of his head suggested this wasn't a ploy, which Alf mentally kicked herself for searching for. Trying to locate dishonesty and sarcasm was something useful, but it was a skill Alfhildr couldn't exactly rely on if she was to remain optimistic about the world. "Well, if you insist, I suppose I simply must," The tawny woman let the dramatic flair to her voice drop when she continued, "Though honestly I'd kinda figure anyone would want a hat this cool. You belong to one of the nearby packs, right? There just has to be a pup or something who'd be absolutely overjoyed to have a silly hat on their noggin."

At least the stranger didn't seem to bothered by Alf's behavior, and that made the female smile. This was how Alf had always wanted to handle strangers; an air for the nonsensical and a big grin, even if it might have driven some wolves away. It had taken Alfhildr years to get up the courage to find her own way in the world, and she certainly wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

Even if it got the she-wolf labeled as a bit of a weirdo. At least then it made others underestimate her; this was something Alf finally felt comfortable using to her advantage.

"Though honestly I'd kinda figure anyone would want a hat this cool. You belong to one of the nearby packs, right? There just has to be a pup or something who'd be absolutely overjoyed to have a silly hat on their noggin."

The woman made a mistake, a bad mistake. Immediately, his expression turned cold, his platinum eyes icy. "For your information, woman. I belong to a pack quite far away and the pups and their parents are about to move out. And let me just say, nobody would like to have a hat like that except for a maniac."

He knew he was being rude and cold and direct but that was what happened when you angered the silver prince. A few jokes, okay but she had crossed the line and he should be on his way now that the spark that had caused a conversation to start had been extinguished. Unless, of course, the woman wanted to start another fire.

RE: All the small things - Alfhildr - August 21, 2014

[size=x-small]Welp, that crosses out one pack, though I definitely had fun! xD
Do you want to continue this in some manner, or would you rather end it with your post, since Alf is kind of super done with Shadow?[/size]

"For your information, woman. I belong to a pack quite far away and the pups and their parents are about to move out. And let me just say, nobody would like to have a hat like that except for a maniac."

Okay then, apparently the stranger was a gigantic dickface. As if she could've expected pleasant company on her first try.

Alf felt herself bristle slightly, but put every ounce of effort she had into extinguishing the cool rage she had burning inside of her. At least as far as he'd be able to tell.

Smirking slightly, though the expression did not carry over into her gaze, Alf tipped the hat off her head with a soft thump that sounded rather loud in the near-empty forest. "Maniac it is," She said softly, the venom dancing on the tip of her tongue, but barely grazing her words. She'd keep in mind the male's scent and be sure to avoid fraternizing with his pack; the last thing Alf needed was to get on their bad side because of a bit of silliness.

He'd tainted her good mood and her marvelous hat; it was now no more than a sad, empty little nest with a flower poking out of it. It could have been royal regalia, but no, he just had to be a douche.

Alfhildr angled herself vaguely northward, but still in a manner that she could see Mr. I Hate Sunshine and Rainbows and I'm A Pile of Shit in Canine Form as she left the area. The last thing she needed was to be caught by surprise if he decided to overreact again like a huge asshole.

The female had half a mind to spit a venomous "fuck you" at him, but decided against it. She did not need to fan the flames of this potential wild fire. Alf simply began to trot away from the stranger, glad she hadn't gotten his name so that it wouldn't take up valuable memory space, and wondered if the rest of his pack was this quick to anger. If they were, that would probably prove to be an issue in the future.

Big old dickface who probably lived in a big old dickface pack.

RE: All the small things - Shadow - August 22, 2014

The Creek is full anyways so it wouldn't be much of an option. xD I'll conclude this with my post and get it archived. It was nice threading with you.

Good, he thought savagely as she began to walk away from him. Ain't nobody got time for your crap, he dipped his head mockingly in her direction as he too continued forward, his thoughts now on the subject of the beach and the sea. The churning waves that would crash against the shore in a rhythm would calm his raging feelings. He had wasted his valuable time talking with a fucking maniac.

He flung the thought of her to the deepest depths of his mind and continued towards the direction of the sea, eager to reach the endless waters again and hopefully meet some sane and pleasant wolves on the way and not another maniac like this one. With determination in each pawstep, he made his way through the cloudy forest.