Post by Ahiga on Nov 7, 2011 22:57:42 GMT -5
Cast:
Dawn, Elder Raven
Ahiga, Adolescent Male Wolf (Ute)
Setting:
Wildwood Acre - Ute Borderlands
Scene:
Don't look now; you're being followed.
Ok so, this patroling thing isn't so difficult. Ahiga knew he could figure it out on his own. Sure, he took a few wrong turns. Found himself off the packlands a bit. But..pffft, no one needs to know about that! The young wolf is back on track now and weaves in and out of trees, testing out his legs, which have stretched a bit over the winter season. He' been going for a while now, and he's not even tired! .. Ok, not /too/ tired.
It's a fine, crisp evening for a stroll, too. So what if you're miles from home? So what if your parents couldn't find you with a map? These are not the things a young enterprising wolf worries about. Adventure! Ambition! Frostbite!
That said, it might be a little spooky out here among all the dead trees, this world of breeze and shadow. Birds stir above you, breaking a silence that had hung for some time, wintry and still.
Patches of snow still lingers here, causing things to be slippery and, well, cold. But Ahiga has gotten used to the cold, but the grand thing is that it's been getting warmer lately! Marginally. And hey...hasn't he been here before? His trot begins to slow now as he takes note of his surroundings. Still smells like Skahla, so at least he knows he's still in the la- "Woah!" The sudden flutter from above has him coming to a stiff and crouched pause, ears folding back as he looks up, eyes wide. Oh. Heh. "Pft...stupid birds," he mutters as he straightens up, shaking himself off.
"You're the one who's been walking in circles," somebody says. Who? Where? ... Are you hearing things already? It hasn't been that long, has it?
Ahiga squints his eyes as he glances behind him quickly, ears up. No.. Not behind him. To the right! His head whips to the right, only to see trees, trees, and more trees. "Where are ya, huh?" he snorts, golden eyes now slowly sweeping from left to right, trying to get a glimpse of the culprit. "An' you lie. I know exactly where I'm goin'."
Your voice echoes alone in the wood. A distant sound answers, like a far-off flock of birds taking wing; and out of it you hear someone laughing, a crackling, crooked sound. "Maybe you ought to pay a little more mind to where /you/ are!" A bough creaks above you. "Un-less, of-course, it does-n't mat-ter..." she says, singsongy.
Up! Ahiga's eyes narrow as he peers through the maze of barely budding branches above, hackles vaguely raised. A bird. Must be. Or a squirrel or raccoon or...other treetop dweller, all of which are irksome creatures. "I know where /I/ am. I'm exactly where I'm supposed t'be." He takes a step back so he's not looking directly up, getting a better view. "What's it matter to you where I am or ain't, huh?"
Just when you think you've got it pinned down, she seems to be coming from a different place. It's not a little dizzying. "Ho, ho, ho! How deft, how philosophical! You /are/ where you ought to be, aren't you, wherever you go? The only question is..." As you back up you find she's right on top of you, peering down in her keen, sunny way when you look up to find her. As much as any bird can be said to smile, she's doing it. "... Do you /want/ to be here?"
Phew! Finally, eye contact. Ahiga was beginning to get something close to a headache trying to pinpoint the mystery voice! But now, golden eyes peer up at the beady ones of the avian above him, and his scowl deepens instantly. Birds are bad things 'round these parts. Or rather, they are to him. "Duh, birdbrain. Why /wouldn't/ I want to be here? I live here." His nose wrinkles while ears press back against his skull. "Is this what birds do? Fly around 'n ask dumb questions?"
She--that is, Dawn, the bird--tilts almost upside-down on her branch before she rights herself in a flurry of wings, leering down on you all too cheerfully. "Oh, oh! Wait!" she says, interrupting you halfway in. "Don't tell me. I know just what you're going to say next." She puffs up, putting on a vaguely pompous air. "'Oh. It's just a bird. Ha, ha. Hustle along now, silly bird, and leave me to my serious wolves' business. Doh-ti doh-ti doh, oh, drat, now I've died of cold.'" She puts a sharp eye on you. "... Well?"
Silence. Stare. Ahiga's can only do those two aforementioned things as he tries to comprehend this...odd feathered creature. Definitely /not/ a creature big enough to snatch him up and haul him or anyone else for that matter away, but still she's considered with a hint of wariness behind that befuddled gaze of his. "...What?" He shakes his head briskly, banishing away his stupor. "First've all, who says "hustle along now"? Second...yeah. I /do/ have serious wolf business," he confirms, raising his head up a little more, "But nobody's gonna /die/," he snorts, though amends with a smirk. "Well, 'cept maybe you if you do somethin' stupid."
It'll never cease to amaze her, this wariness of ravens on the part of critters a few hundred times her weight. It's like she were some kind of harbinger of calamity. "Ho! What? What?" Dawn barks, echoing you. "You do! You do! Weren't you listening?" There's a twinkle in her eyes, maybe a little smugness; but it's easy to look smug when you're looming on high like so. "Ho, ho! Me? Oh, no. I've got a marvelous perspective on things up here. But you don't let me slow you down! No, no. Go on about your way, and I'm sure you know best of all where you're going and what you're up to. You, after all," she says with some gravity, "are quite nearly a year old."
"Grah, yeah I only said it to let you know that I /don't/ say it. Not on my own. Like, I'm never goin' to say it again after this day," explains Ahiga, who apparently finds it necessary to explain himself to her, the stupid bird. Puh, he can ignore her, oh yes he can. And that's exactly what he's going to do! Snorting (again), he turns and begins to walk off, though he only gets a few footfalls away before he pauses again. "I'm old enough to know where I'm goin' and what I'm doin' and not have some bird flyin' over me like I /know/ you're gonna do." .. "Do birds have names, or do you just go around an' call each other Birdy, Bird, an' Chirp?"
"Ho ho, ho-ho. Is that so? Do you, now, you now, you know?" She doesn't come chasing you just yet, but she's so pleased with you it's palpable. "Because you're so fascinating, yes? And such a scintillating conversationalist? And so handsome! Oh, the sparkle in your eyes to rival a hundred stars! Oh, your pelt like moonlight, your nose so cold and damp! Beauty, thy name is... Mr. Howly McDiggens. Snuffles the Wolf? Oh, I know! Barkolomew Tailchasington the third. Barky to his friends."
Scin..til...whating? Ahiga is not going to give her the satisfaction of voicing that he has no clue what that word means, and thus he fixes her with a look of loathing. Yes, that should suffice. But wait, handsome? .. Oh, she's joking. "Ugh." His eyes roll with the uttered grunt. "Oh yeah, jus' call me Howly. An' you're...Beaky BlabChirpenstein, right? Good to meet ya, Blabby," he says as he trots backwards again. "Now, I gotta go. Cuz, y'know, I /know/ where I am 'n I /know/ where I'm goin' and all? Soo...see ya." He trots off again, though this time he doesn't seem to have any intention of pausing.
"Oh, charmed!" she laughs after you. "Positively tickled. Why, I haven't had such a pleasant little chat in ... whole minutes! You will be sure to come 'round and see me again, won't you, Sir Barksalot? Yes? Then I'll see you back here in an hour or so." She chatters behind you as you go, roosting in place, evidently there to stay. And you make it a good few trees away from her before you hear her start again. "Or," she says in an altogether different tone, "you always could ask me which way is home."
"It's /Howly/. An' yeah, I can't wait to come back here an' have you chirp at me from all over again," Ahiga calls over his shoulder, rather glad to hear her voice not looming above him, which he had figured would be the case. He's getting away and she is not following! His rigid walk relaxes a little the further he gets, and he slows upon hearing her last words. His ears turn backward a little, and he pauses glancing east, then west. Trees, trees, and more trees. But this is home, and he knows his way, even if it may take him a little while to figure it out. "Nope. I got it Beaky. /Later!/ ... much," he adds the latter beneath his breath as he slinks off.
Dawn, Elder Raven
Ahiga, Adolescent Male Wolf (Ute)
Setting:
Wildwood Acre - Ute Borderlands
Scene:
Don't look now; you're being followed.
Ok so, this patroling thing isn't so difficult. Ahiga knew he could figure it out on his own. Sure, he took a few wrong turns. Found himself off the packlands a bit. But..pffft, no one needs to know about that! The young wolf is back on track now and weaves in and out of trees, testing out his legs, which have stretched a bit over the winter season. He' been going for a while now, and he's not even tired! .. Ok, not /too/ tired.
It's a fine, crisp evening for a stroll, too. So what if you're miles from home? So what if your parents couldn't find you with a map? These are not the things a young enterprising wolf worries about. Adventure! Ambition! Frostbite!
That said, it might be a little spooky out here among all the dead trees, this world of breeze and shadow. Birds stir above you, breaking a silence that had hung for some time, wintry and still.
Patches of snow still lingers here, causing things to be slippery and, well, cold. But Ahiga has gotten used to the cold, but the grand thing is that it's been getting warmer lately! Marginally. And hey...hasn't he been here before? His trot begins to slow now as he takes note of his surroundings. Still smells like Skahla, so at least he knows he's still in the la- "Woah!" The sudden flutter from above has him coming to a stiff and crouched pause, ears folding back as he looks up, eyes wide. Oh. Heh. "Pft...stupid birds," he mutters as he straightens up, shaking himself off.
"You're the one who's been walking in circles," somebody says. Who? Where? ... Are you hearing things already? It hasn't been that long, has it?
Ahiga squints his eyes as he glances behind him quickly, ears up. No.. Not behind him. To the right! His head whips to the right, only to see trees, trees, and more trees. "Where are ya, huh?" he snorts, golden eyes now slowly sweeping from left to right, trying to get a glimpse of the culprit. "An' you lie. I know exactly where I'm goin'."
Your voice echoes alone in the wood. A distant sound answers, like a far-off flock of birds taking wing; and out of it you hear someone laughing, a crackling, crooked sound. "Maybe you ought to pay a little more mind to where /you/ are!" A bough creaks above you. "Un-less, of-course, it does-n't mat-ter..." she says, singsongy.
Up! Ahiga's eyes narrow as he peers through the maze of barely budding branches above, hackles vaguely raised. A bird. Must be. Or a squirrel or raccoon or...other treetop dweller, all of which are irksome creatures. "I know where /I/ am. I'm exactly where I'm supposed t'be." He takes a step back so he's not looking directly up, getting a better view. "What's it matter to you where I am or ain't, huh?"
Just when you think you've got it pinned down, she seems to be coming from a different place. It's not a little dizzying. "Ho, ho, ho! How deft, how philosophical! You /are/ where you ought to be, aren't you, wherever you go? The only question is..." As you back up you find she's right on top of you, peering down in her keen, sunny way when you look up to find her. As much as any bird can be said to smile, she's doing it. "... Do you /want/ to be here?"
Phew! Finally, eye contact. Ahiga was beginning to get something close to a headache trying to pinpoint the mystery voice! But now, golden eyes peer up at the beady ones of the avian above him, and his scowl deepens instantly. Birds are bad things 'round these parts. Or rather, they are to him. "Duh, birdbrain. Why /wouldn't/ I want to be here? I live here." His nose wrinkles while ears press back against his skull. "Is this what birds do? Fly around 'n ask dumb questions?"
She--that is, Dawn, the bird--tilts almost upside-down on her branch before she rights herself in a flurry of wings, leering down on you all too cheerfully. "Oh, oh! Wait!" she says, interrupting you halfway in. "Don't tell me. I know just what you're going to say next." She puffs up, putting on a vaguely pompous air. "'Oh. It's just a bird. Ha, ha. Hustle along now, silly bird, and leave me to my serious wolves' business. Doh-ti doh-ti doh, oh, drat, now I've died of cold.'" She puts a sharp eye on you. "... Well?"
Silence. Stare. Ahiga's can only do those two aforementioned things as he tries to comprehend this...odd feathered creature. Definitely /not/ a creature big enough to snatch him up and haul him or anyone else for that matter away, but still she's considered with a hint of wariness behind that befuddled gaze of his. "...What?" He shakes his head briskly, banishing away his stupor. "First've all, who says "hustle along now"? Second...yeah. I /do/ have serious wolf business," he confirms, raising his head up a little more, "But nobody's gonna /die/," he snorts, though amends with a smirk. "Well, 'cept maybe you if you do somethin' stupid."
It'll never cease to amaze her, this wariness of ravens on the part of critters a few hundred times her weight. It's like she were some kind of harbinger of calamity. "Ho! What? What?" Dawn barks, echoing you. "You do! You do! Weren't you listening?" There's a twinkle in her eyes, maybe a little smugness; but it's easy to look smug when you're looming on high like so. "Ho, ho! Me? Oh, no. I've got a marvelous perspective on things up here. But you don't let me slow you down! No, no. Go on about your way, and I'm sure you know best of all where you're going and what you're up to. You, after all," she says with some gravity, "are quite nearly a year old."
"Grah, yeah I only said it to let you know that I /don't/ say it. Not on my own. Like, I'm never goin' to say it again after this day," explains Ahiga, who apparently finds it necessary to explain himself to her, the stupid bird. Puh, he can ignore her, oh yes he can. And that's exactly what he's going to do! Snorting (again), he turns and begins to walk off, though he only gets a few footfalls away before he pauses again. "I'm old enough to know where I'm goin' and what I'm doin' and not have some bird flyin' over me like I /know/ you're gonna do." .. "Do birds have names, or do you just go around an' call each other Birdy, Bird, an' Chirp?"
"Ho ho, ho-ho. Is that so? Do you, now, you now, you know?" She doesn't come chasing you just yet, but she's so pleased with you it's palpable. "Because you're so fascinating, yes? And such a scintillating conversationalist? And so handsome! Oh, the sparkle in your eyes to rival a hundred stars! Oh, your pelt like moonlight, your nose so cold and damp! Beauty, thy name is... Mr. Howly McDiggens. Snuffles the Wolf? Oh, I know! Barkolomew Tailchasington the third. Barky to his friends."
Scin..til...whating? Ahiga is not going to give her the satisfaction of voicing that he has no clue what that word means, and thus he fixes her with a look of loathing. Yes, that should suffice. But wait, handsome? .. Oh, she's joking. "Ugh." His eyes roll with the uttered grunt. "Oh yeah, jus' call me Howly. An' you're...Beaky BlabChirpenstein, right? Good to meet ya, Blabby," he says as he trots backwards again. "Now, I gotta go. Cuz, y'know, I /know/ where I am 'n I /know/ where I'm goin' and all? Soo...see ya." He trots off again, though this time he doesn't seem to have any intention of pausing.
"Oh, charmed!" she laughs after you. "Positively tickled. Why, I haven't had such a pleasant little chat in ... whole minutes! You will be sure to come 'round and see me again, won't you, Sir Barksalot? Yes? Then I'll see you back here in an hour or so." She chatters behind you as you go, roosting in place, evidently there to stay. And you make it a good few trees away from her before you hear her start again. "Or," she says in an altogether different tone, "you always could ask me which way is home."
"It's /Howly/. An' yeah, I can't wait to come back here an' have you chirp at me from all over again," Ahiga calls over his shoulder, rather glad to hear her voice not looming above him, which he had figured would be the case. He's getting away and she is not following! His rigid walk relaxes a little the further he gets, and he slows upon hearing her last words. His ears turn backward a little, and he pauses glancing east, then west. Trees, trees, and more trees. But this is home, and he knows his way, even if it may take him a little while to figure it out. "Nope. I got it Beaky. /Later!/ ... much," he adds the latter beneath his breath as he slinks off.