Wapun Meadow ain't too sure what i believe in
All Welcome  July 15, 2020, 05:20 AM
Charles
Easthollow
Family
For @Toad !

The last few days mother had not looked at him at all. He wished that he could just do something bad and that she would look at him and get angry and that she would hold him close and whisper sweet words into his ears, but lately, it seemed that nothing he did could antagonise her. Was it because she was feeling better? He could not really tell. If feeling better meant that you were laying around tired and sleeping and doing nothing all day, then maybe that was what being better was like. Charles wondered if he would be laying around all day when he was an adult. Other adults seemed a lot more active than mother, but they say that children look like their parents, so maybe he would just be lazy all day. Right now Charles did not feel very lazy, though, and he certainly did not feel very adult.

The coywolf yearling set off from Easthollow to explore a little bit. He thought of what the wolves from the Legion had said about wolves getting killed out there, but it did not do much to scare him. It only made Charles think of what it would be like to die. He was not afraid to die. He felt there were far worse things that could happen to a wolf than to die. He wondered if dying would be nice, if it would feel as if you no longer had to do things and you no longer had to feel things.

As he came to a big field, Charles watched the beautiful flowers as they danced in the wind and the sun shone on them. They were pretty neat looking. Maybe this place had some good sticks, who knew. Charles sniffed the air and started to search around, eyes trained on the ground to see if he could find any neat sticks.
July 20, 2020, 01:41 PM
Toad
Ursus
Ironfang
Ursus felt drier as of these days. Merrick's meeting had livened things up, but beyond that, it was a time of children and mothers- a topic that was uncomfortable for Toad. Having never gotten along with his lunatic of a mother, seeing other children cared for, named properly- had him uncomfortably turning his eyes away. It was on days like these that the mercenary came to smell the flowers of the meadow. When the manlier of the dudes weren't looking, he'd slip out quietly and wander here. 

It was while he strolled that jade eyes caught a figure ahead- scrawny, dark brown in color with a muzzle like a coyote. Big ears like a bat. He was young, appeared to be searching for something on the ground, a little intriguing- and Toad did not wish for any fights today. And so he came closer to the boy, halting before him a few yards off. Hey, you're a little close to Ursus. Toad warned, though his voice held no venom.

July 27, 2020, 10:33 AM
Charles
Easthollow
Family
There didn't seem to be a lot more here other than just flowers. Charles walked through the field for a bit until he saw another approach. He contemplated what to do and whether to be polite or rude or just do nothing --

He ended up doing nothing, but not because it was a choice, but because he simply did not respond in time. Large ears folded forward to inspect. The other seemed friendly to Charles, even as he warned.

Ursus didn't mean much to Charles, who hadn't heard of it before. Oh, he said after a silence that was just a little too awkward and too long. What is Ursus? He blinked and watched the other, his posture neutral.
July 30, 2020, 12:15 AM
Toad
Ursus
Ironfang
Instead of the desired reaction, exiting, the boy asked a question. Toad sighed, narrowed his eyes, but smirked slightly. This guy smelled like the pack next to them (of course Toad had sniffed along their borders, knowing they were "enemy"-) but he wasn't even educated on the wolves that wanted his family gone? Perhaps this was why Merrick thought them lowly. 

Still, the boy was sort of cute in a pitiful way, and so Toad obliged: Ursus is the pack in the valley. We're mean and we don't like trespassers- and we know how to handle them. Our leader is fierce. Got it? Toad laughed, though the tone in which he explained the pack was much like he was telling a scary story. He took a slight step towards Charles, not a real threat but hey- maybe it'd frighten him off.

August 05, 2020, 09:07 AM
Charles
Easthollow
Family
The other explained what Ursus was -- a pack, in the valley up ahead -- and said that they were mean and they didn't like trespassers very much. Charles knew what a trespasser was. They went across the borders and tried to steal stuff from you, and often they would get ripped to parts. He wouldn't like getting ripped to parts, he didn't think. He only liked to be bad in smaller amounts, just enough to get punished. He wasn't sure why, even as he grew older now, even as he was a year old, why he did these things, but neither did he stop very long to think about them. Charles wasn't a worrier, and it was probably for the best considering where his life had taken him so far.

What being 'mean' was was a more abstract concept for Charles, though. He wondered what being mean was, but he didn't want to ask it. Unaware that a lot of wolves thought that anyway because of his peculiarness, Charles didn't want to look dumb. Mean was probably just something similar to fierce. Got it, Charles said. As he looked up at the other wolf he noticed that there wasn't a lot of peculiar detail about him. You look normal, said the coywolf; it was hard to say whether it was admiration or ridicule in his voice as he said it, the latter mostly because of the weird choice of words. I mean uh -- that's fierce. He wasn't sure why he used 'fierce', mirroring the word that had just been said to him, other than his own lack of vocabulary and that the word had a ring to it. And if he used it for his leader, then it must be a word akin to 'cool', so that was probably a good thing, right?