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dates penned in red ink - Hokulani - September 11, 2025
Hokulani had spent her days since speaking with Kindle wandering the coastline in search of a suitable temporary home and suitors who were worth her time.
This one was already a no. The forest was too thick, she could barely see the ocean at all, let alone the island! The wasted time left her laying disgruntled beneath a tree. She would spend the day here, and then travel to the river below tomorrow.
It was quite the gloomy area. She couldn't imagine anyone wanting to live here, and for that she wouldn't have been surprised if she was completely alone. Pushing out a huff, Hokulani laid her head on the dewey ground.
For how many years she surely had ahead of her, she couldn't help feeling like time was running out.
RE: dates penned in red ink - Catamaran - September 11, 2025
Despite his misgivings, he'd headed toward the coast after all. Mainly because he'd stopped at some hot springs on the way, and had had an odd conversation with a yearling male. The hot springs had restored some of his spirit and the young male had instilled in him the desire to move on — and the forest here seemed to provide the path of least resistance.
It was not long, however, before he found another wolf in his path. This one was pretty, like the male had been, but far quieter. Catamaran stood in the distance and watched her through the trees.
RE: dates penned in red ink - Hokulani - September 11, 2025
Hokulani, never one to entirely let her guard down, was quick to get the idea that there was a set of eyes watching her.
Her head lifted to scan the trees for them, the wind not on her side today given she couldn't smell them. Yet, that only made her more curious.
You know, I'm really not a fan of staring.Despite her words, they held no malice.
Pushing to a stand, she prepared herself for whatever, or whoever, may be waiting for her - or rather who she was waiting for.
RE: dates penned in red ink - Catamaran - September 12, 2025
She lifted her head; Catamaran began threading through the trees. He was darker than the shewolf, who seemed almost to glow in dark, but it was still only so long before he could no longer hide in the shadows.
"Have you tried it?" he asked her, slinking into view but keeping his distance.
RE: dates penned in red ink - Hokulani - September 12, 2025
He came close enough for Hokulani to see through the shadows, her tail swishing behind her while she unashamedly eyed him up.
Staring?She raised a brow,
Sure, but it's a bit more fun to be the one staring.
He wasn't bad looking in the least, not in Hokulani's eyes. Fur dark enough not to be her blood, eyes a deeper shade of her own. Well-defined and large, it was impossible not to admire him for appearance alone.
What brings you to the coast, u'i?He swiftly stole the nickname of a previous and all too temporary paramour.
RE: dates penned in red ink - Catamaran - September 12, 2025
Catamaran agreed, privately, but endured the feeling of her eyes raking over him. He did not mind being objectified in the least, but there was a certain amount of risk in being eyed like a piece of meat.
For example: what if the stranger was hungry?
"I'm only passing through," he replied, creeping forward once more. Not quite respectfully — in a way that searched rather transparently for boundaries, so that he might know where next to push. "And you?" he asked her.
RE: dates penned in red ink - Hokulani - September 12, 2025
Hokulani couldn't be one to judge another for pushing boundaries, given she only ever matched that energy.
I can't say I'm much different,she responded, meeting his eye.
My plan today was to scout out this forest, but it really isn't what I had hoped for.
She attempted to meet him at the nose, passing by just as swiftly to properly catch his scent. He seemed to be alone.
What's your name, ah? Unless you don't plan on telling me.
RE: dates penned in red ink - Catamaran - September 14, 2025
Scout out? "What are you looking for?" he asked her, correctly inferring that she intended to claim some land for herself. He was always a little skeptical of such ambitions, but at the same time, he could not help but feel just a little envious, and just a little impressed.
As for him — he was just glad when they exchanged scents without violence. And, at her question, he thought for a moment before giving a small shake of his head; no, he would not be sharing his name.
"You can call me Mist," he decided, his tail swishing in apparent satisfaction.
RE: dates penned in red ink - Hokulani - September 14, 2025
A good view of the ocean.She responded, head turning northwards.
I liked the small mountain next to here, but there's too many birds. Not safe for a litter.
Hokulani wouldn't tell him about her plans to scout out the nearby river tomorrow, nor that she would likely settle there. While she appreciated his honesty in not sharing his name, it didn't give her motivation to share too much about herself nor her plans.
If she would not be trusted with a name though, Mist was a fine subsitute.
Well, Mist,She eyed him from his flank now, any sense of personal space clearly having dissipated for her now.
Have you ate yet?
The walk over hadn't provided her with much for prey, but the forest should have something worth hunting down.
RE: dates penned in red ink - Catamaran - September 14, 2025
He stood like a man well accustomed to being inspected, near indifferent to the rude press of her nose or raking of her eyes. His ears followed her, and he turned his head just a fraction, ready to lash out should she seek to rake with her teeth instead of her eyes.
But she didn't, and the moment passed, once more, without either of them coming to harm.
Catamaran looked toward the sea, even though he could not see it. He was a sea wolf himself, though not for many, many moons.
"No," he replied, a man of few words. With her at his flank, his path forward was unimpeded. He began to walk, ignoring the phantom sting of teeth in his hindquarters as he went. His head lifted briefly into the breeze — there were deer in this forest. He began to track them, one ear cupped back to track the woman's progress as well.
They can hunt or we can time skip or fade! Cat is going to be moving down the coast a ways.