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Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley - Seastorm - September 12, 2025
She burrowed her nose into the warm sand, eyelids shuttering briefly in a rare moment of contentment. A faint sigh through her nose sent grains of sand flying, but she didn't notice. The beach was always the one place where the tension finally slid away from her shoulders. Any beach, anywhere. It hardly mattered that she had no idea where she was.
That was the whole point, anyway. Getting lost. Losing herself. Trying to lose that awful ache-y feeling, the one that haunted her steps, the one she'd tried to gnaw from her skin like a bad case of fleas before she'd realized it was pointless. She'd done nothing but give herself more scars.
The wolf who was really a storm buried her face further into the sand, wondering for a wild moment what she might find beneath it all. Not the answers she needed, she was sure. That would have been too easy.
RE: Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley - Hokulani - September 12, 2025
A wolf burying their head in the sand was quite the strange sight, and Hokulani could not help staring. Not that she cared much for whether or not she was being rude.
She had come to get a look at the neighbouring beach, though she already knew that it would be no home for her pack. There was more sand than grassy lands, and that was much too hard of a sell. It could be used for fishing, but that was about it.
But nonetheless, paws in the warm sand, she stayed for the moment to see what might happen.
RE: Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley - Seastorm - September 13, 2025
At the sound of pawsteps she went very still. She had long since stopped thinking of herself as an assassin, but even so, old habits died hard. Particularly when that habit had kept her alive through a year of being hunted by those who would wield her as a weapon.
Maybe she was a weapon, but she was her own.
Her ears pulled forward as she lifted from the sand with one smooth motion, pale grains cascading down her muzzle. She shook the rest of the sand from her coat and took a step forward. Her tail swayed once, twice, then stilled.
RE: Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley - Hokulani - September 15, 2025
The stranger noticed her quickly, Hokulani eyeing them from a distance.
What's with the head in the sand?She called out, raising a brow. It was impossible not to feel at least a bit curious. Did it not get in her eyes?
For a moment Hokulani wondered if she was being too brash, but brushed the idea off.
RE: Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley - Seastorm - September 16, 2025
The girl shrugged a sandy shoulder, a little unimpressed with the question.
Bored. Why?She lifted an eyebrow with the question, letting her bright blue eyes sweep over the pale wolf. She wasn't passing judgment just yet - but the sharp look in her eyes said that she was considering it.
In her mind, after all, it was a simple enough observation to make. Why else would she have done it except boredom? So the question struck her as asinine, though she couldn't quite figure out if it was deliberately so.
RE: Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley - Hokulani - September 18, 2025
She couldn't help it, her usually masked expression showing some sense of judgement. This was a strange one.
You'll irritate your eyes, that's all.It seemed like a fair response to her - not one out of concern, but sincere logic.
I guess there's not much else to do on a beach though, hm?Except fishing, beach combing, chasing gulls, digging up crabs.. but she wouldn't mention any of that. To each their own, or so they say.
Why are you here?
RE: Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley - Seastorm - September 18, 2025
She bit back the urge to scoff at the words. Irritate her eyes? She was hardly a fragile creature. The girl only shrugged again instead, letting her gaze drift idly past the pale stranger.
Looking for someone, I guess,she answered without much thought, then paused. Was that the truth? She decided after a moment that it must be.
I think I love him.Was that the truth?
She wasn't quite sure.
RE: Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley - Hokulani - September 18, 2025
Hokulani pushed out a breath.
Well, I'm glad you're having better luck than me.She responded.
I've had no luck! I want nothing more than to settle, but it's like all the good men have dried up and evaporated.The good ones were busy elsewhere, or had slipped away.
Maybe it was all about patience. Too bad the waiting was so draining.
I hope you find him.And more than that, she hoped she could find someone for herself too.
RE: Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley - Seastorm - September 18, 2025
Better luck. The girl blinked, cocking her head as she regarded her strange new acquaintance. Was it lucky to fall in love? Love never made any promises; love never shielded a heart from shattering to a thousand pieces, scattering to the wind. She couldn't think of love as lucky, not by itself.
He's not a good man,she corrected automatically, blinking again at the woman.
And I don't know where he is. So... not that lucky.
Why do you want one?She asked next, curious in spite of herself.
A man. A good one.
RE: Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley - Hokulani - September 19, 2025
Hokulani shrugged. She just wished she had any prospects at all.
Why else? I want the whole big pack and kids thing. Much easier when you have a man who sticks around.Especially when she had a pack to rule over! Men weren't so easy to trap with a pup or two anymore, though.
All she really wanted was one with a dumb face and dumber personality. She wouldn't demand much of him, just that he knock her up, bring her meals, and go along with anything she did. Was that so much to ask for?
The river nearby, I think that's where I'll stay for now. Until I find one.
RE: Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley - Seastorm - September 23, 2025
Why not a woman who sticks around?She wondered aloud, gaze drifting in the direction of the river the woman had mentioned. Her seaglass eyes were bright with curiosity when they returned.
A woman could help raise children. Feed them. Feed you. A woman wouldn't be tempted away by the call of another's season.
I would not choose a man if what I wanted was to build stability,she added. No judgment in her tone; it was only a statement of fact.
RE: Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley - Hokulani - September 23, 2025
Hokulani shrugged at the suggestion. She hadn't considered that in a long time.
I'd still need a man to have kids, probably. I've met a few women who could get the job done.She eyed the woman for a brief moment.. no, the scent wasn't right.
I guess that if I found the right girl, I would consider it.
The stranger was probably right, that finding the kind of good man she wanted would be tough. Especially when Hokulani wasn't exactly the spitting image of a blissful marriage herself.
It's why I wish I could just go home, really. My entire pack's culture is based on shame - men who don't care for women they got pregnant don't get a second chance.A bit of an exaggeration, really. It wasn't all shame.. just a lot of shame.
Maybe that's why I want to bring it here, I'd be great at shaming them!
Hokulani couldn't help snickering at her own comments. Probably not a great pitch for the pack she's pulling together, though.
RE: Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley - Seastorm - September 24, 2025
The girl nodded thoughtfully, though in truth it didn't sound very efficient to her. Shame was... messy, pathetic, something that took a lifetime to cultivate and could be crumbled in an instant. Fear, though — fear was quicker. More reliable. A man who feared for his life often performed better at all tasks than a man who didn't.
She hummed, letting her thoughts simmer for a moment.
What would the right girl look like?She wondered aloud. A dangerous question, perhaps, if only because it betrayed her interest. But why not? A woman who already knew how to wield shame as a weapon could easily learn the sorts of cruel games Storm liked to play. Perhaps it would be fun to teach her.
RE: Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley - Hokulani - September 24, 2025
It didn't take Hokulani long to answer that.
She looked a lot like you, actually.But thinking about that only frustrated her now. Reverie was long gone, Hokulani had never caught up to her. Her face would betray none of this.
So I guess I like blondes!
It wasn't exactly that. Hokulani liked those who could submit to her, roll on their back and beg for her orders. Reverie hadn't been that, not at all, but she had been something new and interesting at the time.. a way to rebel.
I'm Hokulani, by the way.She spoke, turning towards the river now.
I have land to mark.. but feel free to join me if you don't find your bad man.
Flashing a smile, she disappeared over a hill just as quickly.
RE: Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley - Seastorm - September 24, 2025
The woman left her speechless and staring, ears pulling forward as she watched her disappear. Hokulani. She liked blondes. Storm blinked, still staring at the empty space Hokulani had left behind. After a long moment, she smiled to herself. Just briefly, faintly, and then the expression was gone.
If you don't find your bad man.
Her chest ached. She hated that feeling. The girl turned away with a huff, abruptly furious. Maybe if she brought something warm and bloody, Hokulani would let her bite her face a little. That thought gave her focus, at least. She set off with her nose low to the ground, searching.