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Fae and Faun (prp Becrux)
« on: July 05, 2016, 02:20:53 PM »
A warm breeze was blowing, a pleasant gust that carried with it the scent of spring. Newly budded flowers peeked their heads from the undergrowth, dotting the green landscape with white, yellow, and purple blooms. The wildflowers bobbed with the wind, nodding their heads as if they were tiny good natured creatures. A more sentimental creature might have spent a day like this lounging about and enjoying the pleasant weather. Yet Vidar was not such a creature, the beauty of the scene was not completely lost to him - but it did not occupy his thoughts.

No, Vidar had better things to do than sit around and smell the roses.

In his absence from Nardir, he found his old den had collapsed. It was of no great concern due to the favorable weather, but spring brought with it lots of rain - and Vidar didn't particularly like sleeping out in the elements. He had spent the morning looking for a likely location for a new den, and had found a dry and abandoned burrow in the side of a ridge that could serve well. Yet the creature who had made it, Vidar guessed it was perhaps a badger or maybe a fox from the size, was much smaller than he - as such it required a good deal of expansion.

Vidar's black paws scrabbled at the soil, kicking back torn up wildflowers, vegetation, dirt and rocks indiscriminately. He did not mind toiling the day away, in fact, he was happier when he had something to keep his paws busy. It was better than sitting around, waiting for something interesting to stumble across you. Idle paws find trouble more often than not, and though digging out the den was hard labor. Vidar did not mind the physical toil.

A change in the wind brought a scent to his nose and he paused in his digging, lifting his head high to sniff at the breeze. It was certainly a wolf, Nardiri at that, so no cause for alarm. There was something slightly familiar to it, but he could not place whom the smell might belong to. This wasn't a particularly well-trafficked area, that was part of why he chose to make his den here. Yet, curiosity had him backing away from his shallow den, peering around him for the source of the scent. His ears stood alert atop his head, swiveling to catch the sound around him.

Should the wolf reveal themselves or not, Vidar would call out in a brusque tone. "Who's there?"

And you won't make a dime
On this gray granite mountain mine
Of dirt you're made and of dirt you will return
So while we're living here
Let's get this little one thing clear
There's plenty of men to die, you don't jump your turn

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Re: Fae and Faun (prp Becrux)
« Reply #1 on: May 13, 2017, 07:27:31 PM »
He had become a wolf of the mountains, retreating to the upper altitudes in retrospection. While his sister traveled and forged bonds as ambassador, and his brother watched the borders and took acceptances, Becrux strained his muscles on the high cliffs on the edges of Nardir's territory. It was...something to do, he supposed. Good cardio. Improved his strength and stamina. He was a mantlepiece! Practice fights were all well and good, but what about the rest? He wanted to learn, too, but he was not yet sure how to make that happen. How to be the wolf he wanted to be.

But he knew his greatest weakness, and knew that avoiding it was not a good way to better himself. With a sigh of resignation, he descended, careful on the stony bedrock. He made his way through the Duskwood, into the Lunar Vale, towards the den sites. His father being absent, the list of people to ask was shorter; but he had heard that his uncle had returned, and that moved him to the top of Becrux's list. He had never spoken at length with Vidar, their history being like two ships passing in the night. It was time to change that, and thus Becrux proceeded with purpose, finally sniffing out the older wolf.

He found him digging out a new den, it seemed. He watched Vidar raise his nose to the air, and turn to face Becrux's approach.

"Who's there?"

"Just me," Becrux responded, trotting the rest of the way and stopping a short distance from his uncle. Vidar was larger, being full Baccus rather than half, but the difference wasn't huge. Becrux had inherited most of his physical traits from his father. "Long time no see. Want some help?"

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Re: Fae and Faun (prp Becrux)
« Reply #2 on: June 05, 2017, 03:17:31 PM »
"Just me, Long time no see. Want some help?"
 
Blue eyes squinted at the large wolf who approached him, smaller than him but not by much. Familiar enough... yet it still took the sound of his voice for the identity of the younger male to click in his head.  Vidar visibly relaxed, ears and hackles alike drooping slightly. He still looked stiff and stern of face, but that was just how Vidar appeared naturally.
 
"Becrux." His deep voice called gruffly. "It certainly has been a long time. You've grown a great deal." That was a bit of an understatement, last Vidar had seen any of that litter they were still pups. Now he looked over the younger wolf with critical blue eyes. Becrux was still young, but Vidar doubted the boy would grow any further - he was about as large as a half-Bacchus could hope to be. A pang of nostalgia hit Vidar's heart. Julek was right, he'd been gone far too long.
 
At Becrux offer to help he nodded. ”I don’t see why not - work goes faster with two sets of paws.” He spun back toward his half-dug den, putting his forepaws back to work kicking up the soil.
 
After a moment of working in silence Vidar would clear his throat, glancing up at the other wolf without ceasing his silence. “So... how have you been, kid?” He asked, somewhat awkwardly. Vidar was not much for small talk, but he’d make an effort for his best friend's son. It went without saying that he didn't know the boy very well. He’d listen and learn a bit more - he just hoped the boy didn’t go on a pointless tirade.

The parallax was more a man of action than of words.
 
And you won't make a dime
On this gray granite mountain mine
Of dirt you're made and of dirt you will return
So while we're living here
Let's get this little one thing clear
There's plenty of men to die, you don't jump your turn

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