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 Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 1:12 pm
Edit: This might be rtyped, depending on what Karo decides about the ranks of the two Oka Pack members from the Koru raffle  A cool wind swept by, rattling the tree's branches and sending scattered droplets of water to the ground. Foster padded slowly through the underbrush, his natural-colored hide providing him with excellent camouflage as he stealthily kept a lookout on his surroundings. The damp air clung to his fur, as it had been raining just moments before. These warm summer days certainly provided the forest with its fair share of showers.
The lithe male was standing as a sentinel today, patrolling the forest to make sure no stray Temeo, domestic and enemy pack alike, had wandered into the territory. Flicking the moisture from the tufts of his ears, Foster's forest-green eyes scanned the ground, figuring he could bring back fresh kill for the pack after he was done with his patrol for the day. Surely there would be birds out, plucking at the ground for insects that were washed out of the soil by the rain. The male could scent others from his pack hunting nearby the Forest Pond and headed off in the opposite direction, not wanting to disrupt them. He soon lost the cover of the bracken as he stepped out into the clearing that contained the river which served as a border for the Oka and Koru packs. He tread across the eerily quiet meadow, which used to commonly hold pixie hunts for rambunctious young kits and adults alike.
Heading past the Circle of Gaia, Foster noted the bridge, dubbed Point of Crossing, not too far off as he approached the river. He warily scanned the opposite side of the river bank for Koru members before moving closer and lowering his head to lap at the water's edge. Movement from the corner of his eye quickly adverted his gaze and he found himself intently watching a water vole swimming in the shallows of the water. He crouched down to judge the distance and found the small rodent was in pouncing reach. Springing forwarded, Foster's paws slammed down onto the vole before it could react, but at the same time, slipped against the sleek surface of a moss-laden rock. He gasped as he suddenly lurched to the side and plunged into the river. The recent downpour of rain had made the current strong and the male found himself struggling to keep his head above the surface as he tried to fight against the torrent.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 2:58 pm
 Meanwhile, a larger and slightly more groomed looking Temeo huffed at his own reflection. He had always taken a bit of pride in his appearance, after all, it was one of the things that separated his pack from the Oka idiots. It was odd to be alone now, although he couldn't say that he didn't prefer it this way. A group of his pack had traveled down to the river for a bit of fishing while the weather was good, but they had left him as soon as the rain started up. Stupid really, they should've known that it would stop as suddenly as it started, as it often did around this time of year. They probably looked forward to slacking off and lazing about in the heat. Lyndon flicked water droplets off of his tails agitatedly and tried to focus on his hunting duty.
Yet another divider was the river he was standing on the shores of. It was a bit more of a geographical and important division, he knew; but it was also a source of life and prey for his pack mates. Not that they seemed to care at all. He scoffed to himself and trotted up river a bit, scanning his surroundings for any sign of life. It seemed that everyone was taking advantage of the lazy day but him.
Lyndon's emerald colored eyes glinted as the sun shone down on the river. Perhaps not everything was lazy today after all, the river seemed to be moving at an unusual current. This was most likely caused by the random additions of rainwater. He was too far south to see the bridge from this distance, and instead was skirting the edges of the famed meadow of battle. It wouldn't be too far of a swim for him to reach the island sitting in the middle of the river in front of him, but Lyndon wasn't an idiot. The water was moving too fast for him to catch anything, much less swim. Maybe, Lyndon thought, it would be smart to follow after the others of his pack; but he would rather enjoy this solitude while it lasted.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 8:56 pm
Foster felt himself being dragged under the surface, his view obstructed by the water crashing over his face. The bridge was moving further and further away as he was pulled downstream. His muzzle bobbed out of the water a few times so he could inhale as much oxygen as possible before he was completely submerged. A moment passed and his head broke the surface of the river, but only very briefly as he was quickly forced back again. Though in that split second, the male almost thought he saw someone sitting on the shore. He paws scrabbled around, trying to find a footing. Suddenly, he found himself latched on to a piece of drift wood that seemed to be lodged firmly to the bottom of the river despite the strong current. He clenched his jaw as he tried to peer over the water, sputtering as he accidentally swallowed some of the liquid and only managing to catch a glimpse of the small, sandy island that lay at the center of the stream.
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 1:54 pm
Lyndon had settled hesitantly on the banks of the now-raging river. The large male angled his ears forward and stared into the depths of the waters looking for wandering fish. He was well aware of that no water vole in his right mind would approach it's natural predator, so it would be no use to search for the delectable creatures when he didn't plan on a real mobile serch. Despite the unusually nice weather, Lyndon found he couldn't relax; no matter how hard he tried. Perhaps it was the sound of rushing water, but he couldn't shake off an instinctual feeling of danger - like he was being watched.
His emerald gaze shifted uneasily across the river's surface. There were a few peices of drift wood caught deep in the sand and rocks, but nothing seemed out of place. Although Lyndon swore he saw the ears or snout of a Temeo bobbing down the river, he was too sensible to believe his own eyes at the moment. Compared to the other peices of drifting wood in the white wash, it couldn't have been anything other than a trick of the light. ...Right?
Although it seemed that nothing unusual had occured in the next few moments suddenly Lyndon jumped up, the warm brown fur on his back bristling. His sharp green eyes had definatly spotted a living creature this time, and by the lack of beads on thing's eerily similiar ears, this creature was his friend nor alli. He felt a snarl leap from his throat as he glared directly at this enemy. However... excusing his ill feelings, Lyndon knew he couldn't let this helpless creature die. At the same time however, he wasn't entirely sure how he was to help. Luckily for the idiot who happened upon his resting place, the water seemed to be dying down as the warm air took over.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:38 am
The dark male gagged a few more times, struggling to keep his grip on the driftwood as he found the bark swaying under his weight. It turned out his perch was not as sturdy as he believed as the wood suddenly broke and sent him back into the current. Fortunately, his body hit the small island before he could be dragged too far downstream again. His paws scrambled onto the sandy shore, only managing to drag half his body out before he keeled over to hack up the water in his lungs.
Looking over his shoulder, Foster's eyes scanned the forked river before spotting the bank. He needed to somehow find a way back to land. He might be able to swim back once the water calmed enough, if he wasn't too shaken by that point, however, something else caught his attention while he was looking over at the bank. There was definitely someone on the shore, another Temeo, and a wild, judging by his size. After being water-logged just moments before, his vision was still a bit impaired to recognize who the other Temeo was, and he failed to take notice of the neatly groomed hair and beads that adorned the other's tails. It wasn't something you'd exactly pay attention to when looking for help. Not when you were belly-deep in a strong current, anyway. "H-hey!" he called weakly in a cracked voice, his tone quavering as he hoped to catch the other's attention.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 7:33 pm
Lyndon did not relax his stiff posture albeit he was bent on at least saving this idiot before giving him an earful of good sense. At the moment however, there was really nothing he could do but wait, watch, and will the river to slow it's pace. If it was his willing or not, the river was slowing up a bit as each drawn out minute passed by, but it still was not the lazy body of water it usually was. At one point it seemed like this male must be out of luck, and the fur on Lyndon's back stood up anxiously, his paws digging forward into the sand. But apparently the stranger was still in favor of mother Earth, although Lyndon wasn't entirely sure on why - where was survival of the fittest when you wanted it? - but now he'd gone and confused himself.
At least the other male was onto the shores again, if barely. It felt oddly like a weight off of his shoulders to see soggy, brown and white male still alive. If barely, he thought again as he looked closer. It wasn't that far over to the island, but the water was splashing this way and that was distracting and Lyndon still wasn't sure where he stood on the current issue. It was all too... coincidental.
Lyndon was called back to the odd situation at the sound of a water logged, and weak voice. Apparently the idiot had finally noticed his presence, how thoughtful. Scowling purposefully Lyndon decided it would be best to acknowledge the male in return, it was only polite. "Good evening."He called in a confident, if not cocky tone.
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