They had arrived here two days past, much of that time spent relaxing on the beach in the shade of the strangest trees Bat had ever seen. There were clusters of what looked like fruit hanging heavy on their boughs and she even found one lying at the base of a crooked, scaled trunk. It was more like a nut upon further inspection: a tough shell covered in a sparsely haired husk that tickled her nose badly. She put the tooth to it, yet there was no hope. With a shrug, the yearling abandoned the discovery where she'd found it.
Presently, she and @Tristan were sat atop a big chunk of driftwood, watching the nearby waves. "I really like it here," she announced, turning to face him. She didn't say it but she was thinking about what it might be like if they stayed here a while. Bat was enjoying their travels too much to stop altogether but what if they used this as a home base even as they continued exploring the area? Now that she'd returned to it, Bat realized she didn't want to leave the coast anytime soon, though it all depended on her companion's take as well, of course.
Presently, she and @Tristan were sat atop a big chunk of driftwood, watching the nearby waves. "I really like it here," she announced, turning to face him. She didn't say it but she was thinking about what it might be like if they stayed here a while. Bat was enjoying their travels too much to stop altogether but what if they used this as a home base even as they continued exploring the area? Now that she'd returned to it, Bat realized she didn't want to leave the coast anytime soon, though it all depended on her companion's take as well, of course.
July 08, 2019, 11:16 PM
All of this water and shifting earth was terrifying. Grimmia Moss had never seen the ocean before, having lived nearly the entirety of her first year within the lush depths of forested wilderness. She knew of lakes, but the bodies of water she knew could be skirted in a matter of days, and they tasted fresh. But this? It was as if she had found the world's edge. The water smelled wrong, too, and when she braved a drink it only made her thirsty.
She moved along the shore as if she were trying to prove to the world's edge that she was no danger to it, tail between her legs. Grimmia could have easily turned inland and ran far from it. But as much as it was terrifying, it was also fascinating. She did begin to run when familiar silhouettes were visible in the distance, strange trees with foliage that reminded her of ferns. At least it was akin to a forest.
The yearling ignored the nervous churning in her gut for as long as she could, doing her best to burn away the anxiety with the intensity of her run, but in reality she was moving at a clumsy trot. It was difficult to keep her footing, and with meters to go before she would reach the safety of the treeline, Grimmia had no choice but to squat. Her rear legs tapped from side to side and she braced herself with her forelegs until after a few moments, relief came.
Kicking sand over the scat to bury the scent, the she wolf closed the remaining meters to the strange grove, the urge to run now past. She moved at a relaxed but efficient pace, only stumbling a little now as the sands moved beneath her paws when she dared glances at the water to ensure it was no closer to swallowing her up.
She moved along the shore as if she were trying to prove to the world's edge that she was no danger to it, tail between her legs. Grimmia could have easily turned inland and ran far from it. But as much as it was terrifying, it was also fascinating. She did begin to run when familiar silhouettes were visible in the distance, strange trees with foliage that reminded her of ferns. At least it was akin to a forest.
The yearling ignored the nervous churning in her gut for as long as she could, doing her best to burn away the anxiety with the intensity of her run, but in reality she was moving at a clumsy trot. It was difficult to keep her footing, and with meters to go before she would reach the safety of the treeline, Grimmia had no choice but to squat. Her rear legs tapped from side to side and she braced herself with her forelegs until after a few moments, relief came.
Kicking sand over the scat to bury the scent, the she wolf closed the remaining meters to the strange grove, the urge to run now past. She moved at a relaxed but efficient pace, only stumbling a little now as the sands moved beneath her paws when she dared glances at the water to ensure it was no closer to swallowing her up.
tristan, who existed pretty presently beside bat despite his writers lack of presence, was lounging lazily beside his companion on the driftwood. there was a branch sticking up out of it and he was gnawing pretty idly at it, feeling pretty content and floaty. only when bat spoke up did he pause to give her his attention, a took caught on his lip as he processed.
focused on bat, tristan didn’t notice the wolf in the distance... but that doesn’t mean anything.
honestly?he said after a few beats,
yeah. it’s kinda dope here. especially with this hot ass weather — feels like a uh... paradise, you know? like you could eat a nice deer and some poppy seeds and meet some fine ass broads.translation: cheeseburger on the beach, drunk, with some nice women.
focused on bat, tristan didn’t notice the wolf in the distance... but that doesn’t mean anything.
July 09, 2019, 08:11 PM
The corner of Bat's lip curled into a grin at Tristan's goofy words just before she mouthed, "'A nice deer and some poppy seeds'?" If she intended to say something about this out loud, she didn't get the chance before the sea breeze delivered an unpleasant stench to her nose. It wasn't strong, though it was fresh enough that she turned and spotted a wolf roaming the strand.
"I think someone just pooped in our paradise," the yearling quipped, surprised at the mild territorial stirrings she felt. Usually, she was all about meeting new people, so it was a strange feeling for her. Quelling it, she hopped down from the driftwood, shook some clinging sand from her coat and gave a soft bark.
"Hey there!" she called, casually stretching. "Don't mind the smell. My friend Tristan here is pretty gassy." It was funny to Bat because, more likely than not, the stranger was the one fully responsible for the stink.
"I think someone just pooped in our paradise," the yearling quipped, surprised at the mild territorial stirrings she felt. Usually, she was all about meeting new people, so it was a strange feeling for her. Quelling it, she hopped down from the driftwood, shook some clinging sand from her coat and gave a soft bark.
"Hey there!" she called, casually stretching. "Don't mind the smell. My friend Tristan here is pretty gassy." It was funny to Bat because, more likely than not, the stranger was the one fully responsible for the stink.
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