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 Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 3:34 pm
 Slayde padded softly through the underbrush, paws cracking the underfoot and still lush leaves softly, nearly silent in the heavy, pregnant, predawn hours.
The hours seemed to weigh heavily on his body, pressing the orange fur along his head and his back, dipping down onto his sides, further in the purple, blending and melding it to an even more harmonious colour that would seem to be a mirror match for the atmospheric phenomena occurring just outside the heavy set of trees.
Slayde, being a wandering spirit, knew this; he knew the colours were reminiscent of predawn (and those few moments right before the sun sunk below the horizon) hours, and, as it was his favourite time of day, one would presume that it then led to a sense of self... satisfaction? pride, perhaps? some positive emotion for no other reason than that those two foxes who had created him were coloured in a fortuitous manner, especially when combined.
His full ears trembled and quirked with every noise, whether it was one foreign to him or one he knew to be his own footsteps - he was not paranoid, had no fear that there was someone "out to get him," and he was not looking around so as to be prepared, per se, but rather it was in a hope that there would be another modifox to detract his full attention from the poignant and all encompassing silence that, though he loved it, was slowly driving him mad. It was one of those rare moments in which a tugging at Slayde's heartstrings told him that he, for once, needed to end the silence, to hear his own voice and engage in, hopefully, intelligent conversation for - oh, as long as the other person would continue to participate. The slight tugging made his paws quiver all the more with each step, rustling the softly sleeping, green leaves under his feet and producing a more substantial sound with each movement.
He exhaled softly, breath faintly crystallising in the already dew-y air, head swivelling in the silent air, swish of his fur rubbing upon itself that was the first full break in the silent air.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 1:23 pm
 Cadence was splayed across a fallen tree trunk, suspended several feet above the forest floor. In the twilight-colored hours with the faint sunlight peeking in, her black coat melded into the dark brown of the long-gone tree, the yellow flowers popping out with the greens of the mosses around her.
But Cadence didn't really notice how her pelt interacted with the enironment. She was far too bored to care. The world was so quiet in these hours, only the small sounds of bugs chirping and the first morning songs from the birds to keep her company. In a few moments theother forest animals would be up to start their days, but at the moment, she was the largest thing awake.
It was lonely out here, more lonely than she thought it would be when she decided to leave her family. She had been far too old to stay with her parents, and Cadence ultimately decided it was time to go out, grow up, and maybe find a mate along the way. But in reality, she'd found next to no one. She'd made friends along the way, but never permanent ones; they became tired of her gentle nature after awhile. Cadence wasn't one to go adventuring, after all; some might even call her a wet blanket.
In reality, she was just timid around others she didn't trust. With her siblings, she had been loud and playful and done all sorts of exploring. Cadence has trusted them. It was just a natural instinct for her to become quiet around others to try and avoid being hurt.
Unfortunately, it had left her out here alone. Cadence hadn't spoken to another fox in days, and it was beginning to wear on her nerves. All she wanted was company out here.
With a soft sigh, the flowery vixen lifted her eyes from the gorund and pricked her ears forward, trying to discover any others around. Maybe not even someone to be a friend...just someone to say something to.
And for the first time in days, she heard what sounded like fox paws. Suddnely more alert, she waffled before softly calling out: "Hello?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 1:57 pm
Slayde's ears jerked forward and his body froze; as though his wishes had come true, there was now someone speaking to him - but where was it coming from? There was a momentary panic in which every muscle of his body was tensed and on high alert, before his eyes managed to pick apart the frame speaking to him.
She bleneded in too well with the tree she was laying on, and it put him on guard. Still though, he couldn't ignore anyone, much less a vixen speaking to him.
"Hello." His voice was disarming, calm and collected, and offered a nice contrast to his body, which still tensely quivered.
He took one or two more small, slow steps toward her, trying not to appear threatening; it was far too early in the morning for any self respecting fox and he didn't want to frighten her - or was it that the fact she was up and so well blended into the scenery that she frightened him?
Preposterous, he quickly told himself; there was no way he was afraid of a vixen - or any fox, but really. He'd admit he was momentarily frightened by her natural camouflage and words spoken from seemingly mid-air, but he was not nearly afraid of her. She appeared as harmless as he, and he'd hold that belief until she showed him differently.
He was close enough to inspire polite conversation, he felt. He sat down in the green, and his fur colour, though not nearly so natural as hers, blended nicely with the leaves.
His voice, as hers was, was soft and hesitant, as he didn't know anything about this vixen save that her fur was almost sort of entrancing, he supposed (his eyes were attempting to discern the golden markings interspersed in the black). "I'm Slayde. It's nice to meet you."
Pleasantries aside, there was really only one question tugging at him, and he wondered if the question would be rude to ask. There was a pause in which he gathered a breath and, softer than before (so that she could ignore it if she chose), he spoke out, "What are you doing here? This is an awfully lonely place for a modifox to be alone..."
Wasn't it? His mind briefly raced to consider if there was a tribe nearby, but he ceased that line of thought quickly; it was better, of course, to focus on the fox in front of him and worry about 'hidden enemies' at a later moment.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 8:41 pm
"My name's Cadence," she replied, her voice still soft. She looked at the male curiously; he was an interesting blend of purple and a golden yellow color, and Cadence found it soothing to look at. He was a contrast to the greens and browns of the forest, but it was a welcome change. She'd seen too much of those colors recently. "It's nice to meet you too."
She shifted up and sat on her haunches, wrapping her trail around her paws. The vixen knew she had been blending in and it wa smaking him uncomfortable, so she was giving him help in seeing her.
"It is lonely," she admitted. "I'm afraid I haven't had anyone to talk to recently, so I've just been here."
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:21 pm
"Ah," he nodded his head softly, repeating the name to himself. He always did this, though he rarely saw a fox more than once - and yet it could be said that he felt he'd see Cadence more often than that, an odd feeling that he couldn't adequately reason or explain.
When she sat up, he did relax greatly, his shoulders slouching as his tail whipped a little.
"Mmm." It was a sound of agreeance, not of disinterest, a soft noise from deep in his chest. "I know that feeling."
He smiled genuinely at her. "But perhaps we can benefit from each other. You seem to need a distraction - as do I. Perhaps we can go together for awhile, chatting as we go, until one or the other of us must part...?"
It was, of course, an innocent proposition that sounded not-quite so innocent; but Slayde, the thick being, had no idea what it sounded like and kept that little half-smile in place.
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 2:15 pm
Cadence watched the male bemusedly. His proposition had been shady, but his expression told her he meant it innocently. Slayde was...naive, but she didn't find herself minding.
"A fine idea," she chuckled, leaping gracefully off of the fallen trunk. The black and yellow female padded to his side, tail swishing through the leaves on the forest floor.
"Come, then. We should move before the larger creatures wake up. I don't want to be a sitting duck for a jaguar's breakfast." Cadence moved beyond the male and walked through the trees, knowing he would follow quickly.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 10:49 am
Slayde blinked, smiling a small smile; it'd been awhile since anyone had called an idea of his anything, much less fine, and he found himself liking this other fox more and more for sheer fact that he was no longer alone.
Of course, he wasn't blind to the fact that she was rather kind as well - and he liked her more for that. However, the main reason was that he was simply that bored, and even a cold fox would have broken the silence and given him the ability to carry on undaunted.
He ran after her, just to catch up, and slowed down to walk on pace with her. "Yes, not being eaten seems to be a good idea - to me, anyway."
He then laughed softly, and was acutely aware that he hadn't done so in a long while - it did nothing but make him smile more, and he glanced over at her.
"It's a rather beautiful morning, don't you think..?"
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