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Stutter, my Fool - Robur Aqua - January 16, 2014
@Dublin
Robur Aqua stretched, his deep honey brown pelt, shivering as he did. His golden eyes scanned the ridge covered in grass and moss and decided that today would be the day that he would explore the high cliffs; but, he stopped short when the scent of the Horizon Ridge pack nearly smacked him in the face. He sighed and turned around, thinking that if someone from the pack were with him that he could be as adventurous as he'd like.
He returned to the beach, but sat on the brink where sand met cool grass. The male figured that frost would cover the snow during the morning time, but was not sure if snow would reach the area for long. Rob had never seen a beach covered with snow before, though he had seen many seas and oceans in his time (as if he were an old man).
Walking a short distance to the river, he lowered his head to drink, but rose again almost immediately. The liquid nearly froze his teeth off, and he gasped and shuddered at the chill it gave him. Sighing, he plopped to the ground and decided to rest for a bit. Laying his head on the ground, he let out another sigh and closed his eyes.
RE: Stutter, my Fool - Dublin Redwood - January 17, 2014
Should this be in HR's forum, or just Sequoia Coast? I'm not really sure if Rob is in HR borders or not. But Dub is new enough that she can be a little challenged. >__>
Dublin wondered if it had been wise of her to join a pack that looked so nearly identical to Watchtower Coast, for she had truly longed for a change of scenery to go along with her fresh start. Though there had been no ridges back home, standing on the wet sand with tall sequoias in the distance felt particularly nostalgic. Still, she found herself pacing the stretch of beach that Horizon Ridge considered their own fairly often—even if she loathed the way sand seemed to seep down through her fur to the skin beneath. Life here seemed quieter than she was used to, and she wasn't entirely sure how to raise herself in the eyes of the apparently busy Alpha.
She pondered how to improve her station as she trailed the coast, until she noticed a figure curled near the base of the cliffs that made up the ridge and its surrounding territories. A little uncertain about what her pack considered theirs (being that territory borders aren't clear, perfectly drawn lines) Dublin approached the form with some reservation, though her posture remained tall and prepared to defend the pack if whoever it was turned out to be a threat. She inhaled, catching the figure's scent, and her step became more purposeful as she neared.
"You don't smell like the Ridge," she stated matter-of-factly to the male, her clear blue eyes sweeping over him.
RE: Stutter, my Fool - Robur Aqua - January 17, 2014
ooc: oh, cracker jacks. are you able to move it?? I don't know how to
Rob was thrust from his rest by a purposeful voice. He was about to give her a piece of his mind, before he saw her stunning features. His mouth dropped. She was gorgeous; a mix of cremes and chocolate browns, topped with dazzling eyes that were a blue version of his own.
He couldn't think straight. An "I-I... I" caught in his throat, and he coughed. Standing up he bowed to the female in a gentleman-like fashion, and began once more. "No, I am not from the 'Ridge', my lady. I must say, you beauty is unmatched. I am Robur Aqua; and you are?" He left out the part telling her she could call him 'Rob'; whether he forgot altogether or desired to hear his full name on her tongue, he did not know.
RE: Stutter, my Fool - Dublin Redwood - January 27, 2014
Dublin didn't know what to make of the expressions that crossed the male's features, though she was no stranger to adoration. Such attention meant nothing to Dublin, however, for she had been beautiful for all her life and even at four years of age she had yet to find a mate. Even Bristol, as allergic and patchy as he had been, found someone to create a family with—though that hadn't seemed to last for very long. But these thoughts were distant, and for all they had been agonized over when Dublin had been younger, they were deeply rooted in her subconscious now.
"I am Dublin Redwood," she responded, "and if you are not of the ridge, Robur Aqua, you are dangerously close to our territory." At least, she thought he was dangerously close. If the wind was right, you could still smell the ridge wolves over the salty breeze—but she didn't know exactly where their claim ended.
RE: Stutter, my Fool - Robur Aqua - January 31, 2014
"Yes, dangerously close, but still, my paws do not touch your lands, my lady Dublin. I would not mar such beauty with these feet of mine." Whether he meant her or the lands, he did not know, but he was entranced with the she-wolf before him.
"Tell me about yourself" came from his mouth before he could even think. Usually, he could care less about what a chick's interests or background was. He found this female interesting, though, and desired to know more.