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 Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 6:54 pm
Ai felt good today! JB was actually taking her outside the settlement to go hunting. Sure, she still remained on the leash, but to feel the outdoorsy-ness under her paws was something quite different than what she was expecting. It was definitely a change from the cobblestone and paved dirt paths inside the walls, anyways. They weren’t far outside the walls, (her sensitive ears could still hear the sounds of the town behind her), but she hadn’t gone outside the walls before. Every step she took was something new to her.
Part of her wished her pups could come with her. She hated the feeling of leaving them behind. Was this how her own mother felt? Granted, she couldn’t really remember just who exactly her mother was. Would that happen with Ai’s pups too? Would they slowly begin to forget the one that fed them their first precious weeks of life? The thought saddened her, but she couldn’t let it draw on. Ai needed to focus if she wanted to come out here more often on the ‘hunting’ trips.
Yipping like a little puppy, she sniffed the unusual scents, perking her ears forward as JB continued to walk. Where exactly they were going she didn’t have a clue. In his hand, he held the most basic of equipment, a knife. Ai was his weapon, he needed no more.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:20 pm
Several days had passed since Cellen had reunited with Keegan. Strangely enough, there was a growing persistence which enticed him to visit her. He couldn't quite describe the feeling. After they had parted, a lingering warmth continued to kindle inside of him; it was a sensation that surely wasn't conjured by the scarf that adorned his neck-- it was a distinction for Keegan to recognize the feral from amongst those of the wild and the domesticated companions of Huntingdon. Although, admittedly, he rather was partial to the scarf. It was more than just a 'scarf'-- it was a tangible reminder that he, a feral fighter, had yet another place to call home.
His shadowed form, one which was just as voided as the skies of a moonless night, wove through the thick underbrush. Each footstep was taken with up most caution and intuition. Perhaps it would have been less of a task had he not been carrying a large branch between his jowls-- his teeth cradling the branch with care.
But what was so spectacular about a branch? It wasn't so much the branch that he cared for as it was what its boughs bore. Large, circular balls with spiky tendrils hung from its branches-- its fleshy outsides were a radiant hue of brilliant crimson kissed with fuchsia and blemishes of lime.
Rambutan fruit-- a succulent, sweet find which both he and Keegan were helplessly addicted to.
The wanderings of his mind seemed to come to an abrupt halt as the sound of footfall echoed, its sound reverberated off the cliffs and snapped his head in the direction from whence it came from. But in doing so, the quick movement of his head loosened one of the rambutan fruit from off of its boughs and caused it to roll down the hillside. It bounced across the tumultuous landscape, snaking along the less traveled pathway, and rolled towards the oncoming figures. From his vantage point, Cellen couldn't see who, even what, was approaching as his position was tucked within the hillside.
Standing there, he remained motionless. Watching, waiting, and scrutinizing what would arise from the fruition of fallen mishap.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 7:54 pm
Ai was the first to hear it. The shuffling through the underbrush of the fruit rolling down the hill. Her posture stiffened, ears perking forward with interest. At first, she had not noticed what the actual shuffling was. If she had, she wouldn’t be so keen on her curious position. This also seemed to excite JB. Standing there, watching his mokai for a moment, he reached down, giving Ai a quick pat.
“Whatcha see, girl?” His voice was gruff, but out in the wild it held a slightly more caring tone. In the compound, JB had friends to impress. Out here in the wild, when no one else was around, it was just him and Ai. These were the days Ai appreciated. There was no show; just an ever growing bond between a mokai and master.
Her gaze did not flicker from the human. Instead, her nose twitched, the spiked fruit finally rolling onto their path. She relaxed slightly. Just a fruit. She only wished it had been something more…interesting. A hunt would definitely be of that caliber.
A scent hit her nostrils soon after. It was familiar, but yet a difference too it. She couldn’t quite place her paw on who or what it belonged to. She thought of how it could be scent of the prey beasts others had brought it, just that of something alive. Being new to hunting, she believed there to be a difference between that of a dead creature, and that of one alive. Her nose place to the ground, she tried her senses at tracking, following the once rolling fruits path, tugging her owner along with her. JB didn’t dare stop her. He knew his mokai wouldn’t lead him astray.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 3:26 pm
There was something that Cellen despised about stalemates---the feeling of being pressed into allowing oneself to remain stagnant or gathering the bearings in being the first to make a move never did suffice his intentions. The lingering breeze only filled the unanswered questions as to who he was up against as it flicked and whisked the two scents about the wings of his nostrils. That recognizable human musk was heavily present and yet there was a scent that was familiar which was anything but that of a two-legger; it was the scent of another Mokai. His ears tipped forward as his ocher orbs scrutinized the two forms that lingered beyond his veil of overgrowth and foliage underbrush.
Standing there, the large black and tribal-ridden male continued to survey the situation, weighing the different decisions that hung in the balance. He could simply walk down the hillside and run into whatever, whoever, was attempting to follow his scent or he could simply stay put and hope that this interruption would let him be. The feral's brows knitted slightly before they stared down toward the scarf that was wrapped around his neck. If he was too rash then it was uncertain as to how the situation would unfold as well as if these two intruders came bearing more than just claw and fang. If he was to get into a squabble, Keegan would not be so tolerant. She had never approved of fighting and, initially, she had only hoped that by Cellen escaping that he wouldn't have to be subject to the pit.
Coming back to her bruised, battered, and bloodied would only deepen the heartache. It wasn't worth the risk.
Vigilantly, his jaws continued to fiercely grip onto the Rhambutan branch. His tail hung limply behind him while his form was rigid, stiff, and unwavering. Come what may, he thought to himself, and be on your way. No doubt he was becoming restless, perhaps even anxious to get back to both Keegan and Reisx.
He was starting to get impatient.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 7:03 pm
The problem Ai was facing was the fact that the fruit had not left a scent for her to follow. Upon inspection on the ground, she did note small indentations in the dirt, where the fruit had rolled and placed its mark in the ground. She tasted the air again, finding the scent from before becoming just ever so slightly. She knew she was getting close, but the other must have been uphill somehow. Ai wasn’t stupid, she knew that the fruit must have been dropped, and now the other was in hiding. She was sure her owner was thinking the same thing.
Hesitating as she reached the large overgrowth, Ai turned back towards JB. Her eyes told him that there would be no way she could drag him through the underbrush, to somehow find another way around.
Instead, Ai felt her leash being unhooked from her thick collar. She was confused a bit, but when JB motioned for her to go on, it clicked in her mind. She’d have to find the other, and bring him down (or she would fail trying. She did not like to disappoint her human, so she would try her hardest not too.)
Shuffling away from the human, Ai crawled through the thick vegetation, nose still to the ground, trying to follow the scent as much as she can. The closer she got to Cellen’s hiding spot, the stronger the scent became. The other was close, Ai just couldn’t pin point it.
Without JB in site, Ai spoke, her voice quiet and demanding. “Come out, whoever you are!” Her posture was on the defensive. Who knew who she was about to encounter. The scent, albeit familiar, was something that she couldn’t quite figure out. Maybe it was a wild mokai that had mingled with someone she had known previously. She lowered her body to the ground, getting ready to crawl again to a destination where she figured the other was hiding. However, Ai was a fighter, not a tracker. She found herself going in the opposite direction of the hiding spot.
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