|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 3:27 pm
 Lifting a paw Hail brushed a bug off her box. She was lying down quite comfortably in the sand by the ocean. Up the shore were some rocks. Far to her right was a forest though it would take a few minutes to reach it by walking alone. Her tail thumped on the ground behind her once allowing yet more sand to end up in her ribbon. She yawned. It was so warm in this place. Perhaps she should go for a swim? But that would make her fur all nasty and messy when it dried. A strange creature that walked sideways scuttled by. Watching it she wondered if those odd claws on the end would hurt if it grasped tight enough. She lowered her head to watch it a bit closer.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 3:22 pm
 Razor yawned. He was still getting used to his sleeping pattern going screwy, though even before his dad had brought them back to the tribe they'd been mostly nocturnal anyways. He'd been sleeping, but for some reason just couldn't stay asleep. Trump was the living dead, so he decided to leave his brother behind and go on a little walk.
Little might have been an understatement. He'd gone all the way to the edge of Lunarie territory, and now he could smell the ocean. Razor sighed. "Great, now I gotta walk all the way back. Perfect. Pops'll probably try ta lecture me, and no doubt that elder will too." He still didn't know what he thought of Elder Ari.
"Eh, maybe I'll bring back a seashell so Trump ain't on my rump with the rest of them," he mused aloud. He doubted his brother would lecture him about going to far away, but mostly that he went without him. A gift should make up for that. So Razor headed forward, towards the sound of the water.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 7:56 pm
Hail stretched out her paws and then stood up. She moved her little box a bit further back away from the water. Then she slipped off her bow and put it on the box. With that done she decided to head to the water and go for a swim. Along the way she stubbed her paw on a rock that was hidden mostly by sand. Frowning she tugged on the rock only to find out that it was a dirty shell piece. Taking it with her she washed it off in the seawater. The shell was whitish with hues of blue, indigo, and even some splashed of pink. “Pretty.” Hail liked the color blue so this shell was definitely something that she wanted to keep. Taking her new prize to her box she moved the bow and placed the shell in the box before tenderly placing the lid back on and patting it softly content. Tossing her bow back on top she looked up to see movement in the forest. Annoyed that someone would could be out her and interrupt her peaceful good day Hail put her bow back on and stiffened preparing for the inevitable tedious meeting that always happened when she met a fox.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 12:12 am
Razor came out of the tree line and had to stop and blink a little as he eyes got used to the daylight. When his vision cleared up though he wasn't all too happy with what he saw.
"Tch," he snorted under his breath, rolling his eyes. Great, a girl. Probably gonna fuss at him for being on her land or some other stupid reason like that. She was already glaring at him. Whatever. He'd just grab some stupid shell and leave, hopefully before she could rag on him.
So Razor totally ignored the female, keeping as much distance between then as he could while he stalked down to the sand and started digging around the slight damp areas for a good shell that might have gotten buried.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 9:42 pm
This was a first. The fox that popped out of the woods stopped and stared at Hail and then ignored her and started digging in the sand. She cocked her head to the side not sure what to make of the male. He had said nothing to her when so many others had scolded her for not introducing herself or for seeming unpleasant, whatever that meant. He was digging at a rapid rate either in a hurry to leave or to find something. Hail’s tail swished in the air behind her as she wondered what the male had lost. Not for the first time she was glad that she kept her meager possessions in her box. It was easy to transport and she never ever lost anything. Curios she walked over to where the male was digging and sat down staring at where he was digging.
(>.< omg. I forgot how weird she was at times. Sorry. She stares a lot when fascinated by something.)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 11:05 pm
((You and your weird foxes, woman XD))
Razor had made a couple small holes by this point. Usually you didn't have to dig too far to find shells, and damp sand was an excellent medium. Not too soft that it slide back into the hole you'd just dug, at least not immediately, and just soft enough that dug up quickly. Especially for Razor, who was quite strong.
The sand also muted sound, so the pawsteps that were approaching him didn't reach his ears until the female had practically sat down in front of him. He looked up and gave her a bit of a glare. "What's the matter, never seen a grown male digging 'round in the sand before?" He abandoned the hole he was at and moved on to make a new one.
It wasn't so much that Razor couldn't get along with others. He just didn't know how. He had his family and that was enough for him. Everyone else thought his blunt and slightly agressive nature was a turn-off, and lost interest pretty quckly when he turned his sharp orange gaze on them.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 9:10 pm
(Course. My weird foxes are adorable… sorta XD )
“No. I don’t usually see males digging in the sand like kits.” As the male moved off Hail watched him go. He didn’t seem to be in that much of a hurry, yet he was clearly looking for something. What had he lost that was so important? Surely the male knew the tide would have carried whatever he sought out to sea long ago.
Getting up she followed him to the next whole. Then the next. She simply kept her eyes on him and watched him work. Vaguely she wondered how long he could keep it up. Digging in the sand wasn’t hard but if he kept it up perhaps he would wear himself out. At least he wasn’t the time to pester he with questions…
Though would it be fair to ask some of him? Hail didn’t know whether she could or not. Still nothing was gained by sitting and watching when he wasn’t having any luck finding what he was looking for. Looking back to her box and making sure it was still secure she looked back to the male. “What do you seek?”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 11:06 pm
Razor rolled his eyes. The entire time this female had been following him he'd been studiously ignoring her. It wasn't like he was a bully or anything, and in his experience usually when one was ignored long enough they lost interest. This girl was being annoyingly persistant though...
"Not that it ain't any o' yer concern, but I'm lookin' fer shells. So whys don't you take yerself back down th' beach and outta my business." Razor paused to direct a mild glare over his shoulder, and went back to digging in the sand.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 9:57 pm
(ok.. Hail's just weird..)
“I see.” Why does this male need shells? Can they be ground up into some medicine I don’t know about? Are they for someone important? They must be if he is digging this feverently for them. Carfally weighing the costs and the price in her head Hail walked over to her box.
She sighed and carefully removed the lid and took out the shell she had just gotten. Placing the lid back on, she took the shell in her mouth and totted over to the male. She sat down in front of him and dropped the shell. “Hail.” She kept her eyes on the male. “I don’t have a business, or a trade of any kind.”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 11:50 pm
((lol Well she's confusing Razor.))
Razor snorted. "That's ain't hail, that's called a seashell," he said, with exaggerated patience. "Very pretty. Yous should hold on to it, I'm sure it would make nice jewelry 'r somethin'." He sighed and looked down at the few shells he'd managed to find so far. All very common types, fanned shaped and in varying shades of cream and brown with maybe little hints of pink here and there. He'd been hoping for something a little unique, but apparently they were so unique cause they were hard to find.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 12:24 pm
(she doesn’t mean too >.<)
“I know it’s a seashell. A shell would not be called Hail for that is my name.” She tilted her head and stared at the male very confused. “Why would I make the shell into jewelry it is already perfect as it is. There is no need to change it. It certainly is more dazzling that your own that you have found is it not?” Hail placed a paw next to her shell and moved it ever so slightly over. She wondered why the male wasn’t understanding what she wanted. Surely he was making herself very clear was she not?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 1:53 pm
Razor rolled his eyes. "It's simple. Yous just put a little hole in it to put thread t'rough, or yous find a way t' string somethin' t'rough it like it is and just make it a necklace 'r something'. It's so yous can show off that pretty little shell wit'out having' ta keep fetchin' it outta a box or somethin'."
He studiously ignored her other comment about how none if his shells matched up, and marched to a new spot to dig. He felt like he was getting closer, all the shells had been progressively getting thicker as he dug.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 2:08 pm
Tilting her head Hail thought about it. That would make it easier to show off her shell, but well she liked her box and liked having things to fill it. To just carry everything around on her rather than in her box was a slightly troubling concept. Then the male just up and walked away. He was getting quite some distance down the shore, so Hail went back and fetched her box once more this time she carried it closer to where the male was. Then she trotted back to her pretty shell and picked it up in her mouth. She walked back to the male. She tapped the top of her box with her tail softly. This male was strange. Sitting down in front of the male again she dropped the shell once more and watched him dig.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 2:54 pm
Razor sighed. His shoulders were starting to ache a bit and that, combined with his lack of success thus far, wasn't putting him in the best of moods. "Look, what do I got t' do ta get it in y'r head that I ain't lookin' f'r someone ta follow me around," he asked, raising an eyebrow and standing in a slightly beligerant way. This tended to make most foxes back off in search of more pleasant company.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 4:38 pm
Simply blinking Hail continued to watch the male. “You did nothing. I offered you my shell of my own free will.” Her tail twitched once as she kept watching the male. “Why are you digging still when this was offered? You make no sense.” Hail yawned. She was growing weary of just sitting. She walked back over to her box and stoked it lovingly while still staring at the male.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
