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stir your gut 'til it pours - Lyra - September 01, 2020
@Dirge <3!
She spent a lot of her days patrolling up in the many peaks of Moonspear, eyes trained on the distant lands. She knew Osiris had gone out on a trip with that stoic warrior woman and, despite her knowing he was fully capable of handling himself out there (and was in said warrior's company), she still worried. How could she not? The rains were relentless and some territories would be brimming with new dangers; would the young boy know how to spot them?
However, for all her concern, Lyra's outwards demeanour remained fixed as always. Her sisters would be able to pick up on her unease, but to the rest of the pack, nothing was out of the ordinary. She had followed the usual trails up and down the mountain, before taking a quick break along an outcropping of rock, sliding into a reclining pose despite how wet and cold the surface was. Damn rain.
RE: stir your gut 'til it pours - Dirge - September 01, 2020
Another day of slogging through muck in the lowland had driven him towards higher climes, though there wasn’t any relief from the rain there. Though Moonspear had any number of caverns to duck into to escape the rain, he hadn’t felt a particular need to do so just yet. It was light, but steady enough that he had given up on being anything other than perpetually damp, and it was another day of failed hunting though he would not admit to that either.
So the cliffsides and various rises of the mountain were a better way for him to gather his thoughts and reorganize; the vantage points along there would tell him what his options were, perhaps even enough to tell him what route would be best to slip away from the deepest of pools along their borders. Perhaps there would be better luck just beyond their range, though he had his doubts.
And there was the matter of uncertain evils out there lurking again…
Spying Lyra was a distraction he decided he favored today. Against the gray backdrop of their world, her dark coat was a beacon where it did not blend in with slick pine and timber; if not for the inclination that she was as done with the rain that he was, her sprawl seemed very much comfortable. Just so, the weather seemed a fitting opener.
“I’m tired of this damn rain,” he told her.
RE: stir your gut 'til it pours - Lyra - September 09, 2020
She had settled into somewhat of a sphinx-like pose, eyes closing as she tried to ignore the droplets of rain that fell upon her coat. She could have escaped into the Netherwoods or the caverns that littered Moonspear's side, though Lyra enjoyed the eagle-eye view of their lands far too much to subject herself to the sights at sea level.
Besides, she knew fellow Ostregas lurked more frequently among the higher reaches of their home. Speaking of which...
She cracked on eye open as she heard the familiar baritone of Dirge's voice. His comment caused her to release a soft laugh. "Then why are you out in it?" she teased, crossing her forelegs and resting her chin upon them as she flashed him a small smile.
RE: stir your gut 'til it pours - Dirge - September 13, 2020
A huff left him at her words—if only it were so simple.
“There’s somewhere to go to get out of this?”
The words were facetious, rhetorical to compliment the jesting sneer of his features; there were plenty of places to get out of the rain and had he not station and duty to attend to, Dirge may have found a damp cavern to be a better refuge than the open air of the mountainside. But as it were, they did not get to invest in those luxuries yet.
“Though I suppose I could find such a place now that most of the borderland is underwater,” he continued at the next breath. A shake of his coat did little to spare him of being waterlogged and muddied, to which he added: “Not all of us have the advantage of not appearing like they’ve drowned.”