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 Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 6:31 pm
It had been a long time since Pyroth had been anywhere near civilisation. It wasn't neccisarily that he wanted solitude, it was just a case of there not being many people out in the deep jungle he know thought of literally as his "territory"
However, today he'd taken care of all the things that needed to be done, hunting, patrolling, all that sort of thing and he figured it might be interesting to take a little foray back into the village, see how it had progressed.
He made his way down to the beach, seeing it as the best way to find the path back to the place he remembered. However, he didn't get that far, noticing a figure seated on the sands.
The human sized coyote formerly known as Pyroth padded down the beach in plain veiw, hoping to get a better look at this so far unfamiliar individual.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 6:37 pm
Marshall looked up from his little whiney moment to see a rather large...dog walking towards him. Marshall blinked, unaware that there were any natural animals on the island. "...Huh." is all he could muster to say. He figured it belonged to one of the people in the Labs, or maybe even one of the islanders.
"Sure is a big doggy..." Marshall said as he got up, ignoring the common knowledge of AVOID STRANGE DOGS, and walking towards it. "...A VERY big doggy..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 6:40 pm
Pyroth was somewhat amused at the person on the beach got up and headed towards him. He almost grinned to himself, mentally joking that this guy's serum was probably a lemming, very few creatures did anything but move swiftly /away/ from him. He wouldn't harm islanders but the thought still amused him. He flicked his ears back apprehensively but didn't stop, merely slowed to a trot.
He was not a dog. He bristled slightly.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 8:42 pm
"Well hey there lil' guy...Where'd your owner run off to?" Marshall said, kneeling in front of the large dog, looking around for any one who could be a prospective owner. He looked over the dog...Well, he figured it was a dog. It looked kind of like a Coyote. Then again he'd met a giraffee man with an extra pair of feet growing from his stomach...Some one keeping a Coyote as a pet wasn't that bizare.
He looked over the large, grey dog. It looked like it hadn't eaten much in a few days...Or, maybe it was just naturally skinny. "Never was any good at figurin' out animals..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 5:44 pm
Kicking off his shoes, Lucas chased the excited dog across the beach barefoot. Regular exercise had become as necessary as food, water and bathroom time for Reuben. If Lucas tried to relax in his room for the day the dog would drive him nuts, pacing the room and staring longingly at the door. The canine just had too much energy and did not seem to like sitting around indoors. So long walks had become the norm since he'd taken over caring for Reuben.
Grabbing a stick in the sand, Lucas decided to see if the dog was at all familiar with fetch. Throwing it past Reuben's head, the dog watched it curiously, his tail wagging, but made no attempt to retrieve it. Turning to look back at Lucas, he tipped his head, tongue hanging out to one side, then took off to splash around in the water.
"I guess fetch isn't your thing."
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 5:54 pm
Bia came through the trees, and almost hesitated there, seeing the islander there- furred ears and subtle animal 'bits' betraying his transformation, and the dog that he watched bound through the surf. She almost turned back- her only other encounters with the islanders had ended... peculiarly, and not in ways that gave her comfort. But there was something about the wide spread of sand and the undying, beautiful warmth that drew her forward- if not out of her hesitation, then at least away from the trees.
The heat struck her, and calmed her as the sun soaked into the wealth of dark skin that lay exposed to air. She was wearing a pink tanktop and grey shorts- and flipflops that she kicked off once she hit the crunch of sand. All were clothes she had requisitioned from the labs: a thing that had become, more than anything, a 'hobby'- the one true comfort in her life. It was like a dangerous draw, a buzz of excitement and fear that she would get before pushing the buttons on her intercom system that would connect her to the requisitions department. Each time, she became simultaneously more confident with asking for her new lifestyle... and also more fearful that they would cut her off at any moment. It was a perilous fear that kept her, nonetheless, riveted to the adrenaline rush.
"...Hello," she said simply- and not unkindly, when she was still several paces away from the man.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 6:03 pm
Lucas turned toward the voice and smiled. It was probably the first time someone had actually approached him here on the Island to say hello. Pleased to have someone new to talk to, Lucas walked over to her. "Hello!"
It was also the first time he'd come across someone who had yet to change. But that hadn't even occured to him. Sometimes he forgot about his own changes and still thought of himself as normal. If Bia showed any unease around him he did not detect it.
"My name is Lucas." He offered her his hand, then waited.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 6:10 pm
Bia smiled, despite herself. Though many mistook her for shy- truly, the girl was just... overly cautious. Something about the normalcy of this greeting appealed to her, however- calmed her, smoothing over the cautionary self-warnings she'd packaged for the encounter.
She extended her own hand and slipped it into his, giving a handshake a few pulses above 'weak'.
"Bia. It's nice to meet you." Lucas Wickham. Dhole. It was one of the more recent files- and one of the last few that she knew much- or anything- about.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 6:17 pm
"Bia. That's a nice name." He'd never heard the name before, but it was fun to say.
"Out for a walk?" He turned to look back at Reuben, to make sure the crazy dog was still around and hadn't tried to swim away or run off. Relieved to see him still chasing the water and waves, he turned back to Bia. "How long have you been here? On the Island, I mean?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 6:20 pm
"Just coming to see the beach. I've never been." She looked at the man's face- the red hair was coming in slowly, but quite distinctly. "And I've been here for ... a while. ...Your dog?" She nodded towards where the spaniel mix crashed through the surf, and purposefully avoiding a clear answer to his question. She still hadn't decided how much- if anything- she was willing to tell the islanders.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 6:26 pm
"A while?" He wondered how long that meant. Since she had no obvious changes she probably only meant a few weeks. "How are you fairing?"
He shook his head at her question. "No, he's not mine. I'm watching him while his real owner is... recovering." He rubbed his neck. "His name is Reuben."
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 6:29 pm
Bia only nodded. She didn't bother beckoning the canine away from his play- the inquiries about him had been postponement more than anything. She had always been more of a cat person.
"Alright. ...Just... waiting for the change." She blinked the sun out of her eyes. "I don't know what I'm going to be." There was something comforting about that, and also, frightening, all in one.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 6:33 pm
He gestured toward the sand, suggesting that they sit. When he did, he looked at the back of his hand and laughed. "I've already changed once and I still don't know what I am. I've thought about calling and asking the labs, but I don't know... Have you thought about asking? Or do you not trust the labs?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 6:40 pm
She sat down on the sand, tucking her legs underneath her in the sit that her teachers had always called 'indian style.' Since growing older, she'd realized the...'political incorrectness' in calling it an "Indian" anything... but old habits die hard, and it would forever remain so in her mind.
Bia dropped her hands into her lap and kept them there, her entire body a sort of self-contained solid as she shrugged. "I didn't want to know- I asked them not to tell me until after the 25%." As for his question about trusting the labs- that one took longer to answer. In the end, she just sighed and shrugge again. For a girl who didn't like to waste words, it seemed a crime that there was no possible way to explain it succinctly. "I don't distrust them, I suppose. I don't hate them. It's just a place. Just people."
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