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 Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 11:59 pm
 Ayame looked out at the view before her, and sighed. The muscular vixen stretched, sharp claws digging into dirt as she started with her legs and harness creaking ever so slightly as she moved to back and chest muscles.
Summer was getting ready to offically hit Yukon, and if truth be told Ayame preferred winter. It wasn't that she tolerated cold better than heat (which she did), or that she would rather plow through snow than trot over dirt and rocks (which she would).
You'd never get the strong-and-silent Ayame to admit it, but it was the games she missed most about winter. Oh there was some stuff that went on in the warm months, but when the snow started falling was when the real fun began. You could feel the bonds of companionship in the tribe raditating throughout the tribe, as they either played together and worked side by side strapped to a sled.
Maybe Ayame was too proud to admit it, but sometimes strong and silent was a very lonely path to follow. She sighed again, and pondered the mountain path below her to clear her mind of it's melancholy. Actually, calling it a path was a bit generous. It was more like a very steep drop with a couple boulders or ledges here and there to break one's fall. Too high up to just jump down without injury, but also short enough that it seemed silly to find another way down.
Ugh, today just didn't seem to be going her way.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 7:07 pm
Peyton was not the type to give up. So when he found himself looking up at the top of the mountain from a point about halfway, he was faced with a choice: continue to the top, or head back down to the bottom.
No surprise which he picked.
What he hadn't planned on was his 'path' turning into a ramshackle collection of big rocks, sharp twigs and the tracks of what appeared to be other foxes. This wasn't such a good idea, Peyton was beginning to believe.
Peyton was about to retreat to the safety of the middle of the mountain when he spotted a dark shape, just a little ways up the top. Assuming it wasn't some sort of predator interested in having rein-fox for dinner, maybe it could give him some sort of directions to somewhere safer.
So he trudged on.
Withing twenty minutes or so, Peyton reached the outcropping that the figure sat upon--a Modifox, it looked like, but she (at least, he thought it was a she) had a tail unlike anything he'd ever seen before, and she was wearing a harness of some sort, similar to the one he himself wore.
Interesting.
"'Scuse me," Peyton began, shaking some snow out of his fur. Nudging a rock out of his path with his antlers, the reinfox slowly approached the maybe-vixen, tentative. Though it wasn't likely, it wasn't impossible that she or it would choose to snag itself some easy dinner, and just to be on the safe side, Peyton kept his head slightly ducked, in case he had to throw off her attack.
"Do you live around here?"
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 11:53 pm
Well! Ayame had a couple says that she lived by, all old ones that she picked up from others or from personal experience of her own. The first, and most used, was 'Be careful what you wish you, you just might get it'. And hadn't she just been wishing for a bit of company?
Interesting-looking company, too. Ayame had only met one deerfox before. Prancer had sorta just wandered into their tribe common grounds, and ended up sticking around once he knew that the dogfoxes weren't about to eat him. From what she understood his kind were even rarer than her kind, though since Yukon was made almost entirely of dogfoxes it left Ayame skeptical that they were considered uncommon.
"Yea, I live around here," she called down, voice echoing a bit on the rocks. "You're on Yukon Gang territory." She raised and eyebrow, wondering how he would take that. Prancer was a nervous creature, and Ayame didn't know if that was a hallmark the deerfox personality. "One of your kind has wandered into the middle of us before. Seemed to think we would eat him."
There. However this male, and she was pretty certain he was male from the deepness of his voice, reacted to her statement would give her a platform to work from on how to handle him.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 7:02 pm
"Well, did you?" It seemed to be the next logical question. Tribe territory, huh? Well, that meant he was royally screwed if she decided to call her buddies for a late-night snack; sure, he could maybe probably defend against her, but Tribes were a strange psuedo-family that Peyton had never really understood--maybe because his own was so disconnected.
"If it's all the same to you, I'll just be tipping out of here if you did eat that fellow deerfox of mine," he said, casually glancing down the way he had come.
It was gonna be a long fall, if she decided to turn violent. Legs could get broken, his saddle could fall off, his horns could get snapped clean away...Peyton repressed a shudder. Suddenly, he found himself hoping that she had eaten to recently to be hungry for him.
Which brought him back to the Tribe business. A Tribe meant one of two things: either they would let him crash for a little while and continue on his way, or they would chase him out, using whatever means necessary. Peyton had had the chance to use both options more than once, and he had learned he greatly preferred the former.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 1:30 am
((I'm a tad confused. Is he on the ridge with her, below her, or above her?))
Ayame chuckled, a deep throaty sound of amusement. "We eat deer, not foxes. So what if you've got horns on your head? So do Daevas. Your tail is short? So's mine." The jaunty little fluff, curled over her back, wagged as though to draw attention to itself.
"To answer your question we certainly did not eat the deerfox. Prancer actually joined the tribe. He's not really racer material, with his issue with nerves, or at least not for the team I race for, but there's plenty enough work to be done and we always welcome new members."
She examined the male a little closer, for she was now sure he was male, and her eyebrow arched up again for a moment. "Don't worry. We don't conscript innocent passers-by and we're mostly friendly. There's the rare extreme personality that probably wouldn't want you trapsing about our land all unattended, but you're far more likely to run into a hyperactive fluff ball that would pelt you with millions of questions and happily volunteer to escort you through any teacherous zones."
Ayame shook her head at that. She really didn't see just how most of her tribemates warmed so quickly to total strangers. Or maybe that whole thing was an act just to torment Ayame in the off-season when there weren't races for distraction.
And none of these thoughts were getting her any closer to figuring out how to get down these rocks without getting stuck. She sighed and cast the stones another glance, hoping her subconscious would just pop the answer in front of her.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 12:47 pm
Peyton smiled in spite of himself when she reassured him that she really didn't have any intention of eating him, nor did her Tribe--which he was still cautious about, especially her warning about the rogue foxes that wouldn't take kindly to him--and that there was actually another Deerfox within the tribe.
Interesting.
He stepped up closer to her, finally moving all the way up next to her, and followed her gaze down the hill.
"Are you stuck?" he asked, looking back at her. Now that he could see her better, he noticed her grey-brown-blue pattern, as well as her harness in more detail. His own saddle and bridle rested heavily on his back, and all the up-and-downing the mountain had made him tired and sweaty, but he had been raised better than to leave anyone, but especially a female, in need.
"We could probably move those rocks," he offered, looking down at them. His antlers weren't as strong as they would ever get (he hoped) since he was only in his second year of being a fully-grown adult, but he could put some muscle into it and try to clear a path for her. Maybe he could walk her wherever she was going and learn more about this tribe and what kind of fox she was, since she obviously wasn't a deerfox like him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 4:18 pm
Ayame shook her head, then turned to face him and elaborated. "I'd rather not move any of the rocks unless it's completely necessary. On steep terrain like this, things have a bad habit of shifting around at the slightest nudge and tumbling downward until something stops it. It might do more harm than good in the end."
She glanced again at the near vertical drop of a path, eyes skating over the few cracks and bumps that might provide a pawhold, all of which she'd memorized, and gave an imperceptible sigh. "I'm not really stuck. I could go around the whole thing, but it would take me far out of the way of where I'm going. I just don't know if I can make it down without banging myself up."
Ayame shook her head a little ruefully, and flashed the male a wry smile. "I'm built a bit more for power and a bit less for agility, so this is a little out of my comfort zone."
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