February 02, 2018, 05:15 PM
It felt good to be back on the ocean again. Amoxtli was confident that he would not travel far from it ever again. To have found his sister was the greatest miracle of all. Even then, he did not wish to be far from her side, but he knew that he would be able to return to her and that he would not lose her. The hound no longer feared the prospect of being on his own, for he had Coelacanth and he knew that they would not be separated.
Early in the morning, Amoxtli had wandered up onto the plateau where he sat and watched the gulls fly overhead. The wind was chilling, but he enjoyed the scent and taste of the sea breeze on his tongue. It had been some time since he had felt it and it the cold temperature was a small price to pay for the love of the land. One of the birds swooped over his head and the hound looked up with pointed ears and a whisper of a yip that didn't seem to alarm the gull at all. It circled over his head and then darted upward toward the thick grey clouds that were forming above him. Amoxtli watched with a small curling smile and sighed softly.
Early in the morning, Amoxtli had wandered up onto the plateau where he sat and watched the gulls fly overhead. The wind was chilling, but he enjoyed the scent and taste of the sea breeze on his tongue. It had been some time since he had felt it and it the cold temperature was a small price to pay for the love of the land. One of the birds swooped over his head and the hound looked up with pointed ears and a whisper of a yip that didn't seem to alarm the gull at all. It circled over his head and then darted upward toward the thick grey clouds that were forming above him. Amoxtli watched with a small curling smile and sighed softly.
February 04, 2018, 05:33 PM
The ocean sucked. Back at home, it'd only ever been mentioned as a place of dreams and riches, where men were kind to their women who were able to live how they pleased. Maha had been so caught up in these daydreams that she'd forced herself to make the trek from home, across more borders than she'd known to exist, and onto the seashore. She'd expected to be greeted with kindness and open arms, but instead, she'd been alone and cold with no one around for miles.
At least, that's what Maha had thought. Somewhere down the shore, she spotted a strangely built wolf smiling up at a sea bird. Curiousity got the best of her; she started at a walking pace and sped up to a slow trot as she approached.
At least, that's what Maha had thought. Somewhere down the shore, she spotted a strangely built wolf smiling up at a sea bird. Curiousity got the best of her; she started at a walking pace and sped up to a slow trot as she approached.
Hiya, Captain, she cooed, her voice sultry and smooth,
What're you doing by the coast?
"The greatness of a mind is determined by the depth of its suffering."
Hayao Miyazaki
Hayao Miyazaki
February 12, 2018, 01:56 PM
A voice roused the wolfdog from his stupor. Oxtli swiveled his ears and then pulled his gaze from the bird overhead before latching it tightly to the approaching female. She was lovely and beautiful in her own right, so his smile remained painted on his dark face, drawing his features upward in a welcoming expression of delight. Once she picked up her pace to a trot, Amoxtli rose to his feet and bent the front half of his frame toward the earth in a playful bow. His tail flagged behind him, rear swinging wildly in the air. The Tervuren was the epitome of life and joy, and there would be no trace of danger for the woman to feel threatened from.
As she grew nearer to him, she inquired what he was doing by the coast. A surprised look painted itself onto his face and he turned to look over the drop of the plateau and onto the shoreline with a peculiar and sober fondness. How difficult it was to not be able to tell her all of his reasons for being there. There were many times that a look was simply not enough – he could not tell his female that his sister was his reason for being so close to the ocean, and that his love for her was all that it would ever take to pull him away from the blue of the water and the crashing of the waves.
Amoxtli turned back to face the woman and rose from his bowed position with a quietly thrumming heart. His gaze locked with her own and he released a whispered whine. Why, because I love the coast, his eyes spoke. Then, the dark-faced wolfdog cast his head to the side in an inquiring state, wondering what a lovely girl such as her was doing so close to the waters.
As she grew nearer to him, she inquired what he was doing by the coast. A surprised look painted itself onto his face and he turned to look over the drop of the plateau and onto the shoreline with a peculiar and sober fondness. How difficult it was to not be able to tell her all of his reasons for being there. There were many times that a look was simply not enough – he could not tell his female that his sister was his reason for being so close to the ocean, and that his love for her was all that it would ever take to pull him away from the blue of the water and the crashing of the waves.
Amoxtli turned back to face the woman and rose from his bowed position with a quietly thrumming heart. His gaze locked with her own and he released a whispered whine. Why, because I love the coast, his eyes spoke. Then, the dark-faced wolfdog cast his head to the side in an inquiring state, wondering what a lovely girl such as her was doing so close to the waters.
February 24, 2018, 08:32 PM
There seemed to be some sort of communication barrier between the two of them, unless the other wolf saw his silence as a game. Either way, Maha planned to play along; once he'd finished with his display, she thought about how to react, finding it quite difficult to formulate a response to a question or statement she hadn't heard.
You look like you're enjoying yourself, she giggled, using a paw to cover her paw in a most demure fashion.
I wish I was.The words were whispered, not quite intended for his ears, but the drop of Maha's expression was completely visible. The wonderland that she'd expected to find didn't exist. She'd uprooted her life for a lie, and now she was stuck on the ass-crack of the world.
"The greatness of a mind is determined by the depth of its suffering."
Hayao Miyazaki
Hayao Miyazaki
March 09, 2018, 05:54 PM
Lacking a voice had never once been a game for Amoxtli. The wolfdog had always dreamed of the ability to sing to his sister, and to watch her eyes sparkle in the lilting of his voice. It had offered a great many barrier in his life when compared to those born of silver tongue, but he had made the most of the silence. He had even found a sort of comfort in it. So, when he greeted her without words and with only the flagging of his tail, it was the most that he was capable of.
The woman remarked on his enjoyment of the water and he nodded his head softly, darting a fiery orange gaze between her figure and the lapping waters of the ocean. The small whisper that she uttered after did not fall on deaf ears. His swiveled to meet the sound of her voice and he felt a pang in his heart. Oxtli canted his head just to the left and he looked at her with burning intensity. With a whispered whine from the back of his strangled throat, he begged to know why she would feel this way. Though it might have been too much for some, the hybrid hound was a sweet fellow and his heart urged him to scoot toward her. With ears flattened to his head, the boy moved to nuzzle the side of her neck. It was an act of support – of concern – but he had no way to pry, so he would let it go if she opted to remain quiet.
The woman remarked on his enjoyment of the water and he nodded his head softly, darting a fiery orange gaze between her figure and the lapping waters of the ocean. The small whisper that she uttered after did not fall on deaf ears. His swiveled to meet the sound of her voice and he felt a pang in his heart. Oxtli canted his head just to the left and he looked at her with burning intensity. With a whispered whine from the back of his strangled throat, he begged to know why she would feel this way. Though it might have been too much for some, the hybrid hound was a sweet fellow and his heart urged him to scoot toward her. With ears flattened to his head, the boy moved to nuzzle the side of her neck. It was an act of support – of concern – but he had no way to pry, so he would let it go if she opted to remain quiet.
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