Post by Therdde on Jun 13, 2008 19:16:16 GMT -5
Characters:
Samuel - Male Human
Miakoda - Female Wolf
Ralph - Male Human
- Curling Creek -
Though some animals yet to become fully active again since the departure of winter, the area surrounding the creek is suddenly full of life and activity. There is a small fire burning a few feet away from the water, to help push away the last of the morning chill still left in the air. Far enough from the fire to avoid any accidents is a ragged pack and a shotgun. These things do not draw much attention, though. What should draw attention, even from a good distance away, are the dogs that have traveled with one of the men to recently arrive. They are barking and yipping at the unfamiliar surroundings, and the man with them has allowed them to get away with this behavior. He is not terribly familiar with life in the deep wilderness, and he figures that the more noise they can make to scare off anything that might be nearby, the better. While the dogs enjoy this newfound, limited freedom, the man's attention is firmly on the stream. Far from the mountain, yes, but easier to get to, and he hasn't had absolutely horrid luck here, thus far.
There is something different about the day. Miakoda could almost taste it the moment she awoke near the pack den. A change in the air. A difference in the feeling of the familiar forest around her. It radiates tension, or at least, tension is what the female is feeling at the moment as she leaves her pack behind to carefully move through the foliage. Her nose twitches as she gets the first taste of the unfamiliar scent of smoke in the air. An aroma so unfamiliar that it causes her to stiffly pause and hesitate. An ear turns back towards the den, but after a narrowing of her eyes she continues forward. Ears prick as the loud sound of dogs reaches her ear, and a look of disdain crosses over her face. Dogs? Here? Noisy beasts... With a new sense of purpose, she continues towards the creek, mind set on driving away the yapping hounds. But then, there's that lingering and strengthening smell of smoke, and as she draws closer she keeps herself cautiously within the undergrowth, peering out.
His sister would love this place. So many things that she'd no doubt be in a hurry to commit to drawings, with the help of her enormous supply of different pencils. "Samuel!" The yell is issued from a second man, walking south down the creek bank. He knows that Samuel is down this way; he can hear the dogs and knows that their owner isn't far off. An uneasy eye is cast to each side, and the man's grip tightens on his rifle. He's not unduly frightened about what predators might be lurking in the area, but having never been to this area before, there's a newness that brings with it a certain sense of unease. How big /do/ the predators get here, anyway? "Samuel, where are you!" Another yell, and this time with a curved hand alongside his mouth.
The man known by his fellow humans and even, to a degree, by his animals as Samuel looks up from the stream in which he is currently kneeling when a familiar voice sounds nearby. Even the dogs are distracted from whatever has their attention by the sound of a human voice, taking their charge seriously and facing the direction of the other human as they wait for him to come into sight, to make sure he is no threat to their master. With the arrival of this new human, the presence of a wolf temporarily escapes their keen senses, providing Miakoda with a brief window of time to view everything before the dogs turn their attention back to the rest of their surroundings. Responding almost immediately, the man in the stream shouts back, "Over here." He got an early start, as always, and it isn't a surprise that he arrived here before others who came from the same general area as him. While waiting for the other man to come into view, Samuel stands, holding a metal pan in one hand and brushing wet sand and stones off of his trousers with the other.
Things suddenly seem very noisy to Miakoda. The usual and comforting sounds of overhead birds and the breath of the trees all seem silenced in response to this sudden ... screech. It seems like a screech to her anyway, the voice of the other man. She's heard nothing like it before, and she crouches further within the bush with wide-opened eyes as she scans the scene before her. Dogs. There's no doubting those foul beasts. And then the creature of nightmares. His scent alone is enough to have her fur standing on end along her spine, but the sight of the strange two-legged beast at the creek has her near panicked. She's only seen them once before long ago on the abandoned farm, yet the stories that surround these creatures are never have happy endings. Her eyes shift from one and then looks off to try to pinpoint the other, and beneath her, her paws tremble, fighting the instinct to flee. She glances to the dogs, but seeing them distracted, she moves again, creeping around to the left to get a better view of things.
While waiting for the owner of the familiar voice to actually arrive within sight, Samuel places the metal pan on the fire carefully. Meanwhile, the dogs, spotting their master moving about with no concern towards the new human's voice, go back to their idle wandering, half-hearted fighting and challenges, and keeping an eye out. Suddenly, one of them catches a new scent in the area, and he perks his ears and sniffs more deliberately at the air.
Man. Dogs. Smoke. Flame. All things that alert to danger, and all within her packlands! Unable to shake off the feeling of fear, the she-wolf's fur continues to stand on end, as if bothered by a field of static electricity. She moves slowly and deliberately, eyes drifting from one thing to the other. That mysterious shiny object that the Man places on the flames. The shotgun, which is yet another unknown object to her. The dogs. But most of all, the Man himself who has invaded the home of the pack. It is alarmingly close to her family, and something will need to be done. Pausing in her step, she tries to slow her breathing which has become suddenly rapid, and her ears lift as she looks back towards the small pack of dogs. She's lingered here far too long, and realizing this, she ducks her head further and backs away from the alien group, distrust in her eyes. Yes, something needs to be done, and the first will be to warn the pack of their dangerous new neighbors.
Samuel - Male Human
Miakoda - Female Wolf
Ralph - Male Human
- Curling Creek -
Though some animals yet to become fully active again since the departure of winter, the area surrounding the creek is suddenly full of life and activity. There is a small fire burning a few feet away from the water, to help push away the last of the morning chill still left in the air. Far enough from the fire to avoid any accidents is a ragged pack and a shotgun. These things do not draw much attention, though. What should draw attention, even from a good distance away, are the dogs that have traveled with one of the men to recently arrive. They are barking and yipping at the unfamiliar surroundings, and the man with them has allowed them to get away with this behavior. He is not terribly familiar with life in the deep wilderness, and he figures that the more noise they can make to scare off anything that might be nearby, the better. While the dogs enjoy this newfound, limited freedom, the man's attention is firmly on the stream. Far from the mountain, yes, but easier to get to, and he hasn't had absolutely horrid luck here, thus far.
There is something different about the day. Miakoda could almost taste it the moment she awoke near the pack den. A change in the air. A difference in the feeling of the familiar forest around her. It radiates tension, or at least, tension is what the female is feeling at the moment as she leaves her pack behind to carefully move through the foliage. Her nose twitches as she gets the first taste of the unfamiliar scent of smoke in the air. An aroma so unfamiliar that it causes her to stiffly pause and hesitate. An ear turns back towards the den, but after a narrowing of her eyes she continues forward. Ears prick as the loud sound of dogs reaches her ear, and a look of disdain crosses over her face. Dogs? Here? Noisy beasts... With a new sense of purpose, she continues towards the creek, mind set on driving away the yapping hounds. But then, there's that lingering and strengthening smell of smoke, and as she draws closer she keeps herself cautiously within the undergrowth, peering out.
His sister would love this place. So many things that she'd no doubt be in a hurry to commit to drawings, with the help of her enormous supply of different pencils. "Samuel!" The yell is issued from a second man, walking south down the creek bank. He knows that Samuel is down this way; he can hear the dogs and knows that their owner isn't far off. An uneasy eye is cast to each side, and the man's grip tightens on his rifle. He's not unduly frightened about what predators might be lurking in the area, but having never been to this area before, there's a newness that brings with it a certain sense of unease. How big /do/ the predators get here, anyway? "Samuel, where are you!" Another yell, and this time with a curved hand alongside his mouth.
The man known by his fellow humans and even, to a degree, by his animals as Samuel looks up from the stream in which he is currently kneeling when a familiar voice sounds nearby. Even the dogs are distracted from whatever has their attention by the sound of a human voice, taking their charge seriously and facing the direction of the other human as they wait for him to come into sight, to make sure he is no threat to their master. With the arrival of this new human, the presence of a wolf temporarily escapes their keen senses, providing Miakoda with a brief window of time to view everything before the dogs turn their attention back to the rest of their surroundings. Responding almost immediately, the man in the stream shouts back, "Over here." He got an early start, as always, and it isn't a surprise that he arrived here before others who came from the same general area as him. While waiting for the other man to come into view, Samuel stands, holding a metal pan in one hand and brushing wet sand and stones off of his trousers with the other.
Things suddenly seem very noisy to Miakoda. The usual and comforting sounds of overhead birds and the breath of the trees all seem silenced in response to this sudden ... screech. It seems like a screech to her anyway, the voice of the other man. She's heard nothing like it before, and she crouches further within the bush with wide-opened eyes as she scans the scene before her. Dogs. There's no doubting those foul beasts. And then the creature of nightmares. His scent alone is enough to have her fur standing on end along her spine, but the sight of the strange two-legged beast at the creek has her near panicked. She's only seen them once before long ago on the abandoned farm, yet the stories that surround these creatures are never have happy endings. Her eyes shift from one and then looks off to try to pinpoint the other, and beneath her, her paws tremble, fighting the instinct to flee. She glances to the dogs, but seeing them distracted, she moves again, creeping around to the left to get a better view of things.
While waiting for the owner of the familiar voice to actually arrive within sight, Samuel places the metal pan on the fire carefully. Meanwhile, the dogs, spotting their master moving about with no concern towards the new human's voice, go back to their idle wandering, half-hearted fighting and challenges, and keeping an eye out. Suddenly, one of them catches a new scent in the area, and he perks his ears and sniffs more deliberately at the air.
Man. Dogs. Smoke. Flame. All things that alert to danger, and all within her packlands! Unable to shake off the feeling of fear, the she-wolf's fur continues to stand on end, as if bothered by a field of static electricity. She moves slowly and deliberately, eyes drifting from one thing to the other. That mysterious shiny object that the Man places on the flames. The shotgun, which is yet another unknown object to her. The dogs. But most of all, the Man himself who has invaded the home of the pack. It is alarmingly close to her family, and something will need to be done. Pausing in her step, she tries to slow her breathing which has become suddenly rapid, and her ears lift as she looks back towards the small pack of dogs. She's lingered here far too long, and realizing this, she ducks her head further and backs away from the alien group, distrust in her eyes. Yes, something needs to be done, and the first will be to warn the pack of their dangerous new neighbors.