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Áskell

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lunarcat7

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07-17-2021, 05:49 PM

Áskell had trouble getting to sleep. He'd been tossing and turning for most of the evening and as dusk rolled around he decided to just get up and explore the mangroves. There were barely any stars in the sky by the time he arrived and it was clear he was traveling on the tail of a rain storm for when he arrived at the mangroves there was water dripping off the leaves and the earth was saturated with moisture.

He leapt onto the nearest roots, his tail waving wildly as he caught his balance. Whew! That was close. He'd almost slipped head first into a thick puddle of mud. Not that he was adverse to getting dirty but if he was going to get covered in muck and mud he'd prefer to do it in pursuit of prey or with a bit more style than just landing with a undignified splat.






Bog

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Virgil
07-18-2021, 03:29 PM

The young swamp wolf had gotten the fire started outside his den, and Bug was comfortably resting in a mud puddle by the entrance. the frog knew how to toss sticks onto the fire so it didn't die while his companion was away, and could be trusted not to accidentally cook himself. Now that the rain had cleared up, this was an opportune time to get some cooking done. Today's dinner would consist of a catfish, seasoned with whatever he could find on his way back. The fish itself had a good enough flavour that he wasn't too concerned with adding anything extra. Carefully clutching the slippery carcass by the tail, he was endeavouring not to ruin the skin further, as it would be critical to keeping the juices inside while cooking. He was really going all out, treating himself to this nice meal. After being stuck inside all day during the storm, he felt he'd earned it. It was easier to move through the mangrove during the night than the day, thanks to the algae blooms that illuminated the waters casting everything in stark relief. He enjoyed taking walks at night, seeing the familiar landmarks in the faint blue glow made it all seem alien.

Movement caught his eye as he was closing in on the den, and he looked over to see another wolf perched on the gnarled roots that made up the only stable footing in the mangrove. Clearly not a native, as he seemed to be unsteady on his feet. The way his tail flagged for balance and the concentration he could read in those furrowed brows, it spoke of someone just figuring out their way around the swamps. He hadn't seen many wolves with such stark markings around the swamps, they were usually mottled and muted to blend in. This was part of the reason he found himself so captivated, tracing the clean break between the black and white portions of the boy's pelt. He wasn't quite so concerned to be without his mask, given that outpacing the stranger would be a cakewalk on his home turf. So, he decided to try his luck with making friends. It took a moment to shift the weight of the fish so he could safely put it down over one of his paws. "Hey, here for the light show?" he said with a small chuckle, tilting his head to one side ever so slightly.

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Áskell

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07-21-2021, 09:36 PM

Áskell paused in his movement as he spied something moving in the water below him. He hesitated for a moment but soon realized it was just a branch and not one of the giant reptiles that could eat wolves. Once he was sure he continued on his way, picking paths across the roots and admiring the faint glow that seemed to envelope the mangroves. Áskell slowed as he heard sounds of movement. He turned to see a handsome yearling with a most unusually colored pelt. Err… maybe? He wasn't quite sure in the low, glowing lights if the greenish hues on the boy's pelt were indeed their natural color or if it was moss growing on him.

"Hey, yea this is a weird sort of place isn't it? Do you know what makes everything glow like this?"






Bog

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07-24-2021, 02:11 PM

The strange male seemed hesitant as he moved a bit closer, and the mud-hued wolf could help his stubby tail twitching with amusement. It was always so entertaining to see strangers in the swamp, they often were outright horrified by the volume of muck and slime everywhere, or wary of the wildlife. "Hey, yea this is a weird sort of place isn't it? Do you know what makes everything glow like this?" the rich tones of his voice seemed to echo through the quiet of the mangrove swamp, which was rarely all that noisy to begin with. The smaller wolf bobbed his head with a cheerful grin. "There's little critters living in the water that glow when they're disturbed, or if they're feeling some type of way," he explained, verdant gaze dropping to trace the whorls that formed in the water as the phytoplankton moved about. To demonstrate, he stretched out the paw not burdened with a fish and skimmed it over the surface of the water, triggering a far brighter display.

"You get used to them after a while, but they make it much easier to move around without tripping over something." he admitted with a small chuckle. He tipped his head to the side as he looked over at the stranger again, with his contrasting colours and curious mind. He didn't have anything better to do, and making at least a few friends was always important if you wanted to get anywhere in life. "I was about to get started on dinner, would you care to come sit by the fire while I cook? I can tell you more about the mangrove, if you'd like." he offered, cocking his head in the direction he'd just been heading. He wanted to get the catfish seasoned at the very least, even if he would now be dipping into his stores at home rather than picking fresh stuff.

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Áskell

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07-26-2021, 07:32 PM

Áskell gazed down at his paws before reaching out and swatting the glowing patch in front of him, it suddenly grew brighter. Little creatures, hm? He glanced at the other wolf who reached a paw out into the water and stirred the water lighting up and following his paw. The stranger invited him to join him while he worked on his dinner. Áskell felt his heart flutter at the offer but hid the feeling. This was similar to how he'd felt about the girl Azzurra and he just didn't know what to make of it. Kári had explained to him a little about attraction and he figured that made enough sense when it came to the girl but why was he feeling that similar flutter around a boy? Áskell shoved the thought aside, trying to focus on having a decent conversation.

"Sure, my name is Áskell Klein by the way. Have you lived here in the swamp long?"






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07-31-2021, 03:27 PM

The rough swat of a pale paw against the lightly glowing water caused the disturbed area to flare brilliantly to life, before settling back to the gentle ebb and flow in tandem with the currents. Emerald eyes saw the shuffle of movement that indicated the dark furred boy intended to join him. He stooped to pluck up the catfish flopped over his forepaw, but paused when he caught the boy's voice. "Sure, my name is Áskell Klein by the way. Have you lived here in the swamp long?" the quizzical vocals thrummed in the late evening air. Moss dappled features curved into a warm grin as he replied. "Bog, good to meet ya. And yes, I've lived here my entire life. Born and raised in the mangroves, been on my own for close to a year now, unless you count Bug." he said, and promptly picked up his catfish. There was a strange fluidity to his movement as the mud-hued healer traipsed easily over the roots of the mangrove, broad paws finding purchase with a practiced ease. He did endeavour to slow his pace, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to make sure Áskell was still on his heels.

It really wasn't a long trip to reach the far bank that he lived beside, where the gentle curve of the water flowing deeper into the mangrove created a nice open space that only flooded in a particularly rough spring. A practiced leap from the nearby roots and onto the sandy shore, where he saw that bug had done an excellent job of keeping the fire stoked. Since bog was only occasionally capable of forethought, the large frog had been forced to drag the flat slab of slate out of storage so his companion could cook whatever he brought home. Now, the thin cooking platform was resting beside the steadily crackling fire, waiting for its prize. Upon noticing the stranger trailing after his companion, Bug began to quietly croak his anxieties into the cool night air. "Bring stranger. Less food. More danger." the amphibian warned, though his canine companion pointedly ignored the statement. He placed the catfish down, and looked over his shoulder to where Áskell was hopefully still close behind. "Make yourself comfortable, I have to grab a few things from my stores, be right back." he called out gently, expression softened with a friendly grin. Without further ado, he trotted into the yawning mouth of his den, dug into the space between the thick roots of an ancient, gnarled maple tree.

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Áskell

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1 hour ago

Áskell cocked his head to the side as the other boy introduced himself as Bog and just Bog. No surname. It was possible he didn't wan't to share his last name due to some disreputable relatives so Áskell chose not to press the issue. He was interested to learn that Bog had lived in the mangroves all his life. He couldn't help but wonder if the other boy was an orphan to. Bog gracefully picked up his catfish and took off farther into the groves. Áskell swiftly followed behind, taking time to enjoy the view of the forested area as well as the wolf walking in front of him. He quickly looked down at his feet. His cheeks felt hot. What was going on with him?

Áskell leapt to the sandbar with practiced precision. Having grown up next to the volcano he'd gotten good at mountain climbing early in life. He knew how to time his jumps and gauge distance for it had cost him many falls as a pup. "Ok, sounds good." Áskell sat down near the fire, his tail wrapping around his paws. "So, it's just you and… Bug? Doesn't it get lonely out here by yourself?"






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43 minutes ago

It didn't take overly long for him to locate the herbs he wanted to use for seasoning, and with a mouthful of a few choice sprigs of dill, fennel, and a few water chestnuts that had been coarsely ground, all wrapped in a large fern frond. A crude knife made from the sharpened tine of an antler hung precariously from the side of his mouth. He emerged from the cool underground den to catch his new companion settled by the fire, highlighted by the flickering tongues of flame. Just in time to catch his question, as well. "So, it's just you and… Bug? Doesn't it get lonely out here by yourself?" the young male asked softly, a hint of concern notable in his brows. Shaking his head lightly, Bog plodded over to where he'd left the catfish on the slab of stone. He set the bundle of herbs and blade down beside the fish, and with his mouth freed up he could finally give a real reply. "Nah, my family lives here as well, but by tradition my sisters and I left my moms' den at like.. six months. I still see them every now and again, when we run into each other around the mangrove, and at gatherings." he explained absentmindedly, pulling the knife towards him and deftly slitting the belly of the catfish in a practiced motion. He'd been prepping these fatty fish for a while now, it had become a bit of an art form now.

He pried the ribs open with a small crack, and scooped the undesirable offal free. He left the meaty, succulent bits that he liked, but removed the intestines and stomach. Verdant gaze flicking to the side, he searched for wherever Bug had settled for the night, and found the large frog had hopped over. The pair had a bit of a routine by now, and Bug knew he was about to get free food. The moss-dappled healer tossed the refuse to the frog, who readily devoured it, sand and all. "I also get to meet strange folks every time I head out to explore, too. Or when folks like you wander into the mangrove, sometimes they stop by to trade." he said with a grin flashed Áskell's way as he set the knife down in the sand at his side. It would get cleaned once the fish was cooking. With one claw, he peeled the wrapping away from his seasonings for the meal. "Where are you from, anyways?" he enquired, scooping his ground water chestnuts into the opened belly. From there, it was only a matter of carefully rubbing the fine herbs into the skin on both sides of the carcass. With that done, he set about the business of carefully sliding his paws into the sand beneath the stone slab and lifting it onto the fronts of his forelimbs so he could get some leverage and place it onto the tall stones he'd placed in key spots around the fire pit to support it over the coals. Then he flopped back onto his haunches, and then over onto his flank so he could face his dinner guest and listen to whatever stories he might have to tell while he waited for their dinner to cook.

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