Cyloch
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Well, color me enchanted, you beautiful morsel.
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Post by Cyloch on May 29, 2018 4:20:28 GMT
Lost and Found A dull roar, oscillating but constant, created the primary ambiance of a vast beach. Though wind blew idly - a meandering movement that seemed to know no direction - motionless clouds blanketed the sky as the young, enthusiastic she-wolf squinted up to it. She whiffed the air. Nothing. But yet, something... Familiar. A dog never forgets a scent, they say. "They", the enigmatic, intangible collective. I have no time for the lost words of a mysterious entity. Yet, she understood the wisdom in such a phrase, if only subconsciously. Her memories were always so fuzzy and vague, but in this moment, one stood out marginally so from the rest. Flashes of dull color, like lightning through storm cloudsor fire in the mist presented themselves in her mind as she continued her swift intakes of salty scent. Large paws stopped, sinking slowly into soft sand until reaching more compact terrain. It squished through her toes, the sand; it tickled. Swishing her tail, she peered down, then lowered her snout for another healthy sniff. "Yeh toochin' me feet," she announced over the wind. With a smirk, she nudged the watery sand with her nose, then sneezed when it got partially inside her nostrils. "AI!"  made me |
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I don't have anything to say to you. *crosses arms*
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Post by kiara on May 30, 2018 18:11:38 GMT
The sand. The sea. The salty tang in the air. Kiara loved all things about the Beach. She loved shellfish even more. The female mountain gorilla had a craving for mussels today. Her big, strong hands dug into the sand. Her efforts were rewarded with her two wide palms full of fresh, succulent bivalves. She stopped when she smelled a female lupine. She cautiously approached the she wolf, stopping about five feet from her. Kiara looked at the female wolf's feet first, then she looked at her eyes. She showed proper respect for a fellow creature. But, Kiara was also concerned and the sound of her voice indicated that: "Excuse me, are your feet stuck in the wet sand? Are you OK? Do you need help?" She hoped the canine might understand her. She was well aware that different creatures spoke different languages. Was that she-wolf able to answer her?
((OOC: The above image is a "free to use" stock photo.))
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Cyloch
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Well, color me enchanted, you beautiful morsel.
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Post by Cyloch on May 31, 2018 2:31:10 GMT
Lost and Found Though she'd smelled the newcomer beforehand, her fur tingled as she was startled from a reverie best left unsaid. Ears perking forth and head tilting, she angled her better eye toward the dark mass and gazed curiously. Not one to be silent long, her mouth soon opened and words spilled out, even without thinking. "Ahoy! Th' sand attacked me!" Her front paws sloshed out of the sand and came back down as she bounced eagerly, tail flopping over side to side as she held it high and wagged it excitedly. There was that question answered, if only by accident. "What are yeh? Oi've never seen a bear like you!" Her accent receded only slightly, but clearly her enthusiasm wasn't.
Perhaps a bit naive, but meaning no harm, she extended her neck to get a better whiff. Nostrils flared and eyes eyed, she stepped forth. "Y' don't smell like a bear," she posited over the wind, and began to circle around to sniff more thoroughly. Indeed, this animal smelled a bit like... Prey - in a raw sense of the word. Her own understanding of the words she was taught as a young pup had not been refined enough to distinguish such things aloud between friendly creatures of different appetite and those she intended to hunt. "Are you stuck? Oi'm nae stuck." Her tail swayed a little.
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I don't have anything to say to you. *crosses arms*
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Post by kiara on May 31, 2018 20:19:40 GMT
"Er...no...I'm not stuck, miss." Kiara proved it by walking a bit to the right and then to the left. "But do forgive my manners. My name's Kiara. I'm a gorilla. I live in the Mountains, but I occasionally like to visit the Beach, especially when I'm in the mood for shellfish."
Although she didn't know what the she-wolf was thinking, she briefly glanced at the mussels she held. Did wolves even like them? Well, there was only one way to find out: "I dug up a lot of these mussels today. Certainly more than I normally eat. Would you like some?"
Kiara showed the female lupine what she'd pried out of the sand, palm up and wide open. The simian gave the she-wolf a good look at the six bivalves she held. They were still fresh. One of them even opened its shell and then closed it right back up again, offering a glimpse of its rose-pink flesh.
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Cyloch
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Well, color me enchanted, you beautiful morsel.
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Post by Cyloch on Jun 3, 2018 2:45:57 GMT
Lost and Found As wind raked through her fur and blasted by her ears, she smiled when she heard the introduction, and took the opportunity to reciprocate. "Oi'm Mara," came her short, but voluminous introduction. "'m a woolf!" She puffed her chest out, raising her head and tail high. Her lips curled up at the corners in what seemed to be a faint smirk, friendly but confident. Such an expression would not last long, however, as her nose caught scent of the specific mussels so concentrated in one palm.
Eyes widening and ears perking forth, she tentatively sniffed the shells, just as one opened then closed. "ET MOOVED!" Hackles stood on end in surprise, but a delighted yelp hit the air and was subsequently carried off by the breeze. Tail wagging and tongue slapping over her nose, she wiggled excitedly before nudging a couple of them. "Noo thanks, but I like yoor name! Kiara. Kiara.. hm, aye! Oi've never seen a gorilla until today!" Her tail continued to sway as she peered over at her new simian acquaintance eagerly. "Ye all live in the mountains?" Regardless of the next response, Mara would begin to sniff around the sand, keeping mostly nearby the gorilla to hear her over the wind, but also venturing playfully about the shore.
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