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 Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 11:26 am
 Perhaps leaving the sheltered, but comfortable life of his tribe hadn't been such a good idea after all. Sure, there was no work to be done out here in the wilderness. If he had stayed behind, there would have been plenty. As reformed as he was (or pretended to be), the idea of going from zero hours of work a day to tons made his head pound. There was internal debate back and forth as he sat, hidden away in a patch of underbrush at the edge of a line of trees. At his front was a building, rather large and forboding to one who had never seen such a structure. Yes, there were large rock formations at the edge of the clearing back home, but none of them had ever displayed such a streamlined and unfamiliar appearance.
Ears tucked back as he slipped through the bushes, the cracks between his rough stone patches getting him caught on a fair share of pointy branches. He'd seen a few forms moving through the shadows at the side of the structure. What were they? He didn't understand. Not until his wandering lead him to a hole in the building's wall, that is. From out of the inner darkness, two more shadow figures came. Yellow eyes narrowed and he readied as the forms moved closer and closer to the line of light.
Eyes widened then and his front paws thoughtlessly pushed him back right into the side of a tree. They were like him! Although considerably minus the pebbles. There were... others like his tribe? No way! And they were coming out of that what-ever-it was... A monster? Had it eaten them? Had they just escaped? Running a mile a minute, his imagination came up with one foolish story after another.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 3:34 pm
 To many, the day would have provided with some much welcomed silence - a time to clear one's head from the hustle and bustle of life, to get away from the noise and come to the inner forest to relax in just about near nothingness.
For Romulus, though, it was something completely different.
Today appeared to provide him with an extra boost in noise pollution for him - as the silence that he was so accustomed to listening to was being bombarded at random intervals of the day with the effects that the bringing of the spring season. Everything had become so significant, the sound of the wind in the trees, and the birds - who shared his love for the sky - were starting to call out their arrival back in the Realm. On any other day, Rommy would be all for the changing of the season, but it had gotten to be too much for the silent one.
High up in a tree, the wolven spawn watched as the calm forest rustled with new and returned life, ears tilted downward to block out the noise that filtered around him. Unfortune for him, it didn't filter much, and only elevated the sounds that he could hear from ground below him. And that's when he heard it - a distinct sound of foot falls that sounded awkward. Heavy and then light, heavy and then light, as if someone was rolling rocks around for the hell of it.
Tilting his head slowly, he made his way down the tree, stepping lightly down each thick branch that accepted his weight, until golden eyes were close enough to visible ground - but far enough so that whatever seemed to be following the path he was resting on, his eye caught a strange sight.
Well it looks Kitsusagi, he mused internally, a voice only he could hear and call his own, but the rocks that littered the golden furred body seemed to suggest otherwise, and this perked his interest. Scrunching his face up, he looked around for an easy distraction from whatever the other creature was doing, having no verbal means of communication. Grabbing a branch closest to him, he stretched himself back, and let go of it, hoping to create a loud enough snap from it returning to it's original position, sounding off other branches in the tree, hoping that it would give his location away.
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