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hangfire - Nowke - November 18, 2025
the scents upon this peak have faded away from what he remembers. but still, every few feet, he will catch a faint drift upon the cool wind and be sent back to when times were softer.
turbulent, but still, soft.
now, the adolescent moves with swift, leggy strides over one of many rising planes of nova, his head upon a swivel. his paws burn from travel and his legs ache for a rest, and he is content to have it soon...
and soon comes quickly when an abandoned den comes into view. it is deep, wide; entrance draped in old, wilted lichen and foliage.
it is covered in the scent of his parents, and his sisters, and him... old, slightly covered up by badger stench.
he comes closer, and tucked within, he finds an old bear skin. it is pungent with the stench of @Skorpa, and his son's blue eyes swirl in quiet contemplation. drawing closer, he nips at the nape of it and draws it over his own shoulders.
RE: hangfire - Miska - November 19, 2025
Miska followed the smell, and, when a wild-haired youngster began to bob in and out of sight among the rocks, the stalking began in earnest. Distance and a favorable wind kept him hidden, and he did lose sight of the boy a few times on the way. When he found him again, it was a split second before the younger wolf disappeared into an old hole in the ground.
Miska waited on an outcropping of rock within sight of dark entrance, far enough up the mountain that pouncing would result in a broken leg.
"Ssss! What treasure boy find?" the black wolf shouted, unaware and unbothered that he was ruining a moment.
RE: hangfire - Nowke - November 19, 2025
so excited to interact with miska!!
he knows enough of the common tongue—thanks to a well-versed mother—to know he has been shouted at and his ears immediately perk.
past the draping, dried lichen, those cold glacier eyes glimpse up in the distance and find a black brute loitering.
as he steps out, the stinking bear-skin drapes him like a cloth. fashioned to fit the large and lumbering shoulders of the sire before him, it does not quite fit yet, but the adolescent wears it with pride. a yellowed smile widening upon his young face.
not treasure.nowkē calls in response, angling his frame so that he would face horizontally of the other wolf,
it belonged to skorpa of the white jaw.
yes, you could certainly tell from its repugnant smell!
dark fur always bark at strangers?he says with a jut of his chin.
RE: hangfire - Miska - November 19, 2025
<3!!
When the boy appeared again, it was with a brand new set of threads - specifically, the battered hide of some long-departed animal. Miska had never seen anything like it. A coat upon a coat? His expression gave brief life to the love-child of surprise, disgust, and amusement, before it knotted into a hard squint and opened up into the same broad smile that the boy wore.
"HA!" he barked, and did some fancy footwork to ascend a few feet closer. The combined smell of coat and cub put a few wrinkles in the skin around his nose. "This is strange thing boy-bracie is doing. Is stolen coat of wolf? I liking this Skorpa-white-jaw. Own stink already very strong. Natural talent! Now I almost must make bow to you."
He allowed himself to skid another foot on the loose rock, tail raised to maintain his balance.
"dark fur always bark at strangers?", the boy asked, to which Miska raised a brow. His grin did not falter. "Yes. It too soon for kiss. You maybe can convince - make big shit, do roll, perhapsing smell will make on me a hipnoza."
RE: hangfire - Nowke - November 19, 2025
nowkē does not think he has ever heard a man talk so much. as result, he is torn between annoyance and amusement, in of itself. perhaps, equally as amused as dark fur is with him!
nowkē scoffs a laugh at his words and kicks his back legs against the soft, fall mush of earth, soil flying, and purposeful in the direction of the laughing man.
bear, fool!nowkē corrects, turning his nose up at the idea of wearing another wolf’s skin. well, he supposed it would certainly send a message on his own bravado and strength. hm, now that he thinks about it…
nowkē snaps his teeth towards the wolf on the rock; it is not aggressive, but merely playful. then nowkē ranges several feet away again, his tail lashing in mock.
kiss?nowkē questions, tongue lolling in disgust.
you are big fool, yes?the adolescent asks, swinging his own weight around in a faux display of dominance.
good thing, nowkē of winsook does not kiss. he only fights.
said with narrowing eyes and a flagging tail. what an arrogant little bastard he is.
RE: hangfire - Miska - November 19, 2025
Nowkē danced on the knife's edge between cheekiness and insolence, as the young were wont to do. Bold, Miska thought, to antagonize a brotherhood veteran as someone who had yet to grow into his legs. Very bold.
The first fool earned a hearty bruahahaha! as Miska finally hit level ground. There was soil, teeth, and yet more ballsy bravado, and now the laugh was a low, rumbling chuckle in the black beast's throat.
Miska lowered his head and squared his stance, following the kid and his cloak with sharp eyes. "You have luck today, Nowkē Winsook," he said, "Miska not in kiss mood."
And then there was only teeth.
Play it how you prefer, roll to dodge or just decide, I don't mind either way!
RE: hangfire - Nowke - November 20, 2025
im down for miska giving nowke an old school whoopin' LOL i feel like that's the most realistic outcome xP but if you want to roll, we can!
nowkē’s grin flares wide at the warning — too wide, too eager for what follows! most pups would tuck their tail. most would second-guess. but this boy?
this boy was raised by skorpa.
the instant miska lunges, nowkē does as well. long legs snap into motion, the bearskin slipping off one shoulder as he whips sideways to avoid the brunt of the strike. teeth catching only the edge of fur at his flank as he skids through loose earth, kicking up dust and pebbles in his wake.
his laughter bursts out bright and arrogant, echoing off the stone.
hah! too slow!
he pivots sharply, weight thrown forward, tail flagging high in a reckless arc. the adolescent charges right back at the older wolf with all the graceless confidence of boyhood, jaws snapping for any hold.
RE: hangfire - Miska - November 24, 2025
Fun! I guess he is only a bb. Then I will power-play and assume a little bit!
The boy hurtled to one side. Fur tickled the inside of Miska's open mouth before he landed, perpendicular to his target for a split second before gathering again like a coiling black cobra. Silent. Focused.
He used the breaths Nowkē wasted on arrogant theatrics to prepare, and when the boy threw himself forward, Miska took step out of the attacking line and braced.
The boy sailed past. Miska thrust his bite forward, aiming for the face, the neck, any not of soft skin that he could use to bring the other wolf down to the ground.
RE: hangfire - Nowke - November 27, 2025
one moment he is all teeth and bravado, all wind-in-his-ears and unstoppable speed — and the next miska is simply gone from his line of attack!
nowkē’s paws hit the ground where the older wolf should have been, momentum slamming him forward in an ugly skid that eats up his footing.
he barely has time to blink before teeth are on him. his mind swirls. what?!
miska’s strike lands clean; axe grinding, a sharp, humiliating grip catching at the ruff of his cheek and sweeping down toward his neck. the boy grunts as his legs tangle, his shoulder hitting the earth first, then his ribs, then the rest of him in a tumble of dust and adolescent indignation.
the bearskin flies off his back entirely, flopping somewhere behind him with all the grace of a dead fish.
ah, you get lucky!the boy bellows. he rolls with the momentum of his fall, twisting sharply beneath the force of miska’s grip. then the boy snaps his jaws in the same breath, aiming for miska’s leg.
low, fast, and spiteful, just to get any purchase.