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 Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 6:45 pm
 Apollo hummed cheerfully under his breath as he weaved through the undergrowth. It was the only sound to betray his presence, surprisingly; most members of his clan were quite sure his over-enthusiastic nature would make him unsuitable to running around the forest.
He still wasn't quite sure how he fit in with the clan yet. It was generally agreed that if you were able, you pitched in. There was need for more shamens, but Apollo wondered if his personality would be suitable for what Cornelia made look like a very dignified position. Scout would probably suit him, but with the Phims and his dad he wondered if a position was even still open.
Hunter or gatherer were the next best things, but he was still puzzling over it. Apollo had to supress a chuckle at his thoughts; puzzle over it! That made him sound like a scholar! Nah, he just went with the flow for the most part. He'd probably end up a gatherer, since his spontanous (and sometimes reckless) nature would end up getting him killed as a hunter. Not necessarily by prey, either; Neytiri was a serious teacher!
Maybe he wouldn't be so off-kilter if the tribe was so serious! Apollo had no idea how his attitude came about (nor did his father, who constantly muttered about it), since he'd been raised in the tribe almost. It wasn't like he couldn't follow the tribe's ideals or anything, but why did everyone have to go about their duties in such a.....grim fashion?
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 2:16 pm
"Oh baby, I'm a loose canon!"
Her legs kept her balanced perfectly on the tree-branch, her tail flicked lazily side to side to keep her in balance, and her voice sputtered out lyrics to a song she had just heard a vixen sing a few days ago. She was perfectly balanced, until her hips swayed to far and the wind threw her off. The vixen laughed as she fell, belting out the next lyric which even suited the situation.
"But catch me if I go tumbling~" Her paws grabbed a lower branch, nails digging in and holding her from falling onto the ground. She dangled there, teal eyes focused on the ground.
"Uh-oh." She was used to falling and getting back up, though, she wouldn't be to amused with a broken leg or arm. Even if she did recover it would still hurt like hell. Huffing, the rather risky vixen glowered at the branch, sticking her tongue out. When the branch groaned and began to sag she huffed once more.
"No one asked you to throw me off."
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 11:36 pm
"Duuuuude!"
The enthused response came from quite far below the vixen's dangling paws. The source: one green, white, and purple male named Apollo who suddenly found his borings thoughts shoved way off to the side in light of this new bit of interest.
He stared up at the vixen, silver eyes bright with admiration. "Never seen a fox besides my pops try to climb one of these giants," he crowed. The lands in and around Omaticaya boasted of seriously huge trees; not even Apollo tried climbing anything more complicated that the series of ramps inside Home Tree. His dad was (almost quite literally) raised by squirrels, so climbing was second nature to him. Second nature was nowhere near as impressive as this female's obvious.....whatever it was. The risk was what made things more fun.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 11:48 am
Evoe heard the sound, however couldn't really look down due to her current state. She wiggled her back paws in response, grunting as she attempted to pull herself upwards. The voice sounded male, though she wouldn't jump to conclusions. She had met females with some rather deep voices now that she thought about it. The vixen grumbled to herself, realizing she just didn't have the upper body strength, and let go.
Whoosh~
She had been going to land on all fours, until her body hit something soft and warm. Blinking twice, the vixen tilted her head and looked down. Oh! A fox! The fox that had been speaking to her earlier! Oh, he had helped her land, how nice~
"Well thank you, sir. I would have been fine without you there to be my landing, but I appreciate the thought."
(( I'm sorry she's such an idiot. -_- ))
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 10:48 pm
"'S totally fine," came the somewhat dazed reply. Of course Apollo had seen the vixen dropping, and had quite easily realized that her probable landing spot would have been right on top of him. He'd been debating trying to catch her or getting out of the way to let her land on her own, when she'd made the decision for him. Maybe it was better this way, since a fall from that high might have really hurt the female.
Of course, having forgotten just how high the branches where and how heavy their kind were, he was having a bit of troubling pulling air back into his lungs.
After a couple moments and a few coughs to help get the air flow back to normal, Apollo finally managed something of a basic sentence. "Name's Apollo. First time as a landing pad."
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 2:18 pm
Evoe blinked when her landing pad spoke, crawling off of him and nudging the male with a paw. "Hm? I thought everyone's been a landing pad, before." She mewled, grinning at her small joke for a brief second before fluffing him with her tail. She had just met a stranger, and here she was, fluffing him with her tail? What would Daddy say?
"Apollo is a nice name~" She cooed, stretching herself out and cracking her body, nails digging into the ground before giving him a view of her eyes. "Names Evoe!" She chirped this out before looking at the male and giving him a once over.
Oh, he wasn't bad looking, not at all~
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 10:42 pm
Apollo took the fluffing quite well, as though complete strangers liked to mess with his fur on a daily basis. Then, it took quite a lot to shake up the laid-back male.
"Glad you approve," he said, grinning. "Evoe's a pretty nice name too. Classy, but in an approachable way."
Silver met teal and traded look for look, going over her every bit as thoroughly as she was going over him. Definetly a babe!
"I have a whole gaggle of siblings, so I probably have been landed on before at some point," he agreed amiably, but amended, "just never quite from that high up." An easy grin marked his face. "Mom would have had a cow if she ever spotted any of us that high up a tree, anyway, and Pops would have scrambled over like a squirrel and chased up back to the ground, then begin a lecture about safety."
It was a bit unfair to suggest his parents were both utterly strict and totalitarian, though he could always go into detail about their finer points later. And so far, he definetly wanted there to be a later!
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 1:48 pm
Classy? Well, that was a new way to put it! Evoe had always scowled at her name, which meant Modern English. Oh, her parents had been such...such... prudes. Truly, they had never wanted her to to enjoy herself. When they had died she had felt sad, truly, she did! But now she was free. Which was why she could always be found crawling into tree's, caves, holes, anywhere potentially dangerous.
She grinned at him, hips titling. "You haven't even seen classy~" She purred out, winking at him before glancing back at the tree. Should she try again? Fer sure! However, Apollo had caught her eye, anyone would be stupid to not admit he was damn good looking.
She just hoped he wasn't stupid, because she hated stupid boys. She eyed the male, ear flicking softly. "Your family seems loving at least."
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 2:56 pm
Apollo chuckled. "Oh, they are. Mom's just always been a bit paranoid about her kids, but my that's mostly my oldest sibs fault rather than anything the rest of us have done," he said. So you had kids with a guy you didn't even know, who vanished with one of your daughters, and then your son got stolen by a crazy guy from the dude who would become your future mate, nevermind how future-mate dude got ahold of your son anyway.
Of course Apollo figured his brother Dakari turned out normal enough, but Mom was still a bit of a nut about family. And she'd forgiven Dad for losing him, since she'd got him back and all.
"And Pops is about the same," he added. "They've got our safety at heart, but it can be annoying sometimes."
He noticed the female eyeballing the tree again. "You a climber," he asked. His dad made him a bit biased to climbing skill, when the tree male was just as comfortable in the branches than on the ground, if not more so.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 5:07 pm
Evoe glanced at the three, twitching a shoulder into a shrug. "Not any more than any normal girl." She rolled her eyes for a brief second at the word 'normal', giving Apollo a toothy grin that suggested she was anything but the normal girl. Average? Nawh, not Evoe. She lightly swatted the tree with her tail, curling the fluff under her chin.
"I'm attracted to danger." She explained, chuckling. "Almost gave my Dadda and Mama a heart-attack as a kit~ Adrenaline rushes, they're the best." She drawled the last bit out, almost even flirty before shrugging once more, mismatched ears flicking.
"Pops? You call your dadda Pops? I thought you called your granddadda's that?"
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 7:15 pm
Apollo grinned in response to Evoe's position on things considered normal, both nonverbally implied and what she'd actually said. "Being normal's vastly overrated anyway, babe. Better to dance to your own beat than be strung along with the masses."
He emphasized his words with a series of quick moments, a few half twists, paws taps, and a sinuous movement where he ducked his front half to the ground, then raised it while lowering his back half in the same movement while making the whole thing flow like water. Apollo might not share his dad's balance in the tree, no one could top his odd style of strength and flexibilty on the ground. It wasn't the strength or flexibility that was special either, it was the unpredicatability in which he used and combined them that made his style unique.
He came to a halt, tilting his head. "Sometimes I call him Dad, but mostly he's Pops," Apollo responded. "I don't really know my grandpa, but Mom says he's kinda mean."
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 8:21 pm
Evoe watched his little "dance", smirking to herself before wiggling her eyebrows in response. Well, this was strange. Peculiar, even. She liked that. She laughed when he was finished, clapping her tiny paws together before listening intently. Well, his family certainly seemed close. Mostly by the way he spoke. She smiled at him even more, feeling slightly goofy by how much she was grinning.
"Well, my own Pops, who is my Grandadda, was pretty cool~ Unlike my stuck up parents. But when his mate died he started to get sick and passed on. I kinda miss the old guy." She grinned at the memory of her granddadda, tail twirling in wild circles.
"Wait, you mention your Dadda like you see him all the time, but you are grown up. Do you live with him?" The thought that he was in a tribe was foreign to her, seeing as she was raised away from such things and had not stumbled upon one since.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 9:01 pm
Apollo nodded. "Mom too, I think. She's been talking about joining our clan, anyway. I was the only one of my sibs to join up with Pops, mostly cause I liked the forest terrain and the clan ideals were ones I could agree with." It probably wasn't the best tribe out there for one such as Apollo, but he could certainly have done a whole lot worse!
"See," he said, warming to his subject, "we were part of Mom's second litter. The clan isn't too big on outsiders, but it's more cause they're concerned with the safety of the unit rather than being unfriendly. So Pops couldn't just bring Mom into the clan cause she didn't want to join at the time, and her being an outsider he wasn't sure if Ecthelion would allow it. He was already pretty nervous about having to tell the Elder that he was mated with an outsider and she was carrying his children!"
Apollo's bushy tail swished behind him. "So Mom had a den at the edge of the clan borders, and Pops did his best to see all of us. Anyway I grew up with a bit of both worlds and decided I liked this one. My sibs kinda scattered, and Mom decided to join the Clan so she could be with Pops more."
He grinned a bit sheepishly. "Hope I ain't borin' ya with family history," he said. That was only the really basic version of it. He was still in touch with most of his family. He could have told Evoe how much he missed his twin brother, or that his little sister had already found a mate; his baby sister had a mini feud going on with Pops, and his oldest sister and only other brother had just dropped off the grid without a word.
Even if he seemed all caviler and carefree, family was indeed important to Apollo.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 2:44 pm
Evoe listened to his little story, deciding her own life-story was boring compared to his, and did not need to be shared yet. In fact, she was much more curious about his own life. A tribe seemed like a large family she assumed, and the idea made her feel uncertain. A large family? As far as she knew of family she disliked it. Family was controlling and took over your life.
Deciding she wanted to change the subject, Evoe grabbed a clump of grass with her paws and blew it into his face, smirking playfully at the male. "Well, if you have so many siblings I bet you know how to play, don't cha?" She questioned, winking at him. Really, he was pretty cute for a boy~
Her head raised when a large gust of wind sent her hair flying into her face. She squeaked slightly, swiping violently at the air and scrunching her nose up
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 11:48 pm
Since the wind was blowing from behind Evoe and carrying his scent away from her, as well as obscuring her vision.... It was just the perfect moment.
Once the breeze died down there would be no Apollo in sight. The moving wind also disguised any initial rustling in the bushes, though once he got under cover to would be a lot easier to move about undetected.
Hide-and-pounce was always a crowd pleaser.
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