May 02, 2016, 11:54 PM
Some god must have damned this place, Cash thinks to himself. He’s not that worried, wandering deeper into the stricken territories, calmly observing the devastated foliage and taking note of the game tracks leading very much away. That’s the reason, though, that he’s not worried. As a loner, there was nothing tying him down—with no pack or place to call his own, he was welcome to follow them if the hunger got bad enough. So for now he’s something of a grim observer. He’s passed several areas claimed by packs, so he knows that this place is thick with wolves trying to cut out a living from this little parcel of earth. In a twisted way, he thinks it might be interested to watch everything start to go to hell.
For the most part he’s been wandering along waterways. He’d had similar thoughts—the water and the fish were the ones least affected by the destruction of all of the greenery, so there’d be more luck catching fish for a while than trying to find some land-game still not quite wised up to what was going on in this neck of the woods. It’d led him even further west, wading across the shallowest part of a stream, though the frigid water still bit all the way up towards his belly. After that he’d taken some time to hunker down and try to warm up, partially dozing, thinking about how long it’d been since he ate and trying to figure out what the plan was going to be for that.
The wind changes. Cash’s face twitches slightly as it brings the scent of another wolf. Interesting. He gets up, stretching, feeling some of the vertebrae in his spine crack before he walks towards.
He’s not stealthy in his approach—the damp ground and the twigs and branches snapping underpaw are enough to give himself a way. He gives the younger girl a quick look, following her line of sight to the water. She looks… perplexed, so he puts two and two together.
“I’ve heard if you sing to ‘em real nice, it’ll charm them outta the water.” Cash’s voice is deep, with a hint of rustic humor. “Either that, or you can do it the old fashioned way.”
For the most part he’s been wandering along waterways. He’d had similar thoughts—the water and the fish were the ones least affected by the destruction of all of the greenery, so there’d be more luck catching fish for a while than trying to find some land-game still not quite wised up to what was going on in this neck of the woods. It’d led him even further west, wading across the shallowest part of a stream, though the frigid water still bit all the way up towards his belly. After that he’d taken some time to hunker down and try to warm up, partially dozing, thinking about how long it’d been since he ate and trying to figure out what the plan was going to be for that.
The wind changes. Cash’s face twitches slightly as it brings the scent of another wolf. Interesting. He gets up, stretching, feeling some of the vertebrae in his spine crack before he walks towards.
He’s not stealthy in his approach—the damp ground and the twigs and branches snapping underpaw are enough to give himself a way. He gives the younger girl a quick look, following her line of sight to the water. She looks… perplexed, so he puts two and two together.
“I’ve heard if you sing to ‘em real nice, it’ll charm them outta the water.” Cash’s voice is deep, with a hint of rustic humor. “Either that, or you can do it the old fashioned way.”
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a proper story - by Cypher - May 02, 2016, 11:39 PM
RE: a proper story - by Cash - May 02, 2016, 11:54 PM
RE: a proper story - by Cypher - May 03, 2016, 12:41 AM
RE: a proper story - by Cash - May 03, 2016, 01:12 AM
RE: a proper story - by Cypher - May 04, 2016, 09:46 PM
RE: a proper story - by Cash - May 10, 2016, 02:42 AM
RE: a proper story - by Cypher - May 25, 2016, 07:55 PM