fishes in surprising places
Pro Angler #2 (Lake trout)
10-27-2024, 05:43 PM
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10-27-2024, 06:08 PM
Despite the oddities that were happening as of late, Tethys felt wary about going far from Armada lands. Maybe it was the fact that she was just beginning to feel like herself again, or maybe she was just afraid- she didn't like thinking too much about the latter. She was a Fatalis, she wasn't meant to be afraid, certainly not of a blood-red sky nor the stone pillars that she'd heard had sprouted up far south of here. Deciding to scout the woods to the east of her homelands, Tethys didn't have any real goal in mind today. Maybe she'd see something worth reporting to someone back home, at the very least. Searching for some way to help was the very least she could do, though she doubted she'd be successful. Far-reaching tree limbs grew more sparse as she headed north, where tundra met forest. Tethys had been here before, this specific pond, fed from the northern coast of Boreas. Exhaling slow as she spotted a stranger up ahead, he very nearly blended in if not for those fiery red markings that colored his pale white coat. Even more wary of strangers these days, she slowed as she neared him. She couldn't discern much about him from this distance, so she'd approach with caution. "Bit cold for a swim, don't you think?" A sad attempt at humor, maybe? Tethys wasn't really good at talking to others, especially not when it came to small talk, so she figured maybe something a bit more lighthearted might be a good icebreaker. |
10-27-2024, 06:42 PM
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His reaction to her approach was practically mirrored all at once, her stiff posture shifting into something a little more defensive. Her hackles raised instinctively, and she felt her lips twitching into a slight sneer, but the words he spoke - although they were slightly cold -didn't seem nearly as aggressive. Her orange gaze scrutinized him, trying to figure out the kind of wolf he was. Unlike him, she didn't seem nearly as worried about coming across too strong, staring nearly unblinkingly for a long moment. Tethys gave a quit hum of response to his statement. She was prepared to leave him to his own devices, but she paused as she watched him snap at the water and emerge without anything to show for his efforts. "Fishing," she repeated, fighting back the faintest of smiles, unable to help her amusement from coming through slightly. "I do," she answered simply. Tethys was proud of where she came from, where she'd been born and raised, and she had no trouble identifying herself as a northerner. "I'm from the north. Not much of a fisher myself though. Water's too cold here to bother most of the year," Tethys explained. In the winter, fishing from these frigid waters could prove a risky task. Slowly she moved toward the water's edge, keeping a respectfully safe distance from the other wolf as she did. Leaning down to study the water's surface, she paused for a moment before speaking again. "Shouldn't be too hard to find something. Might just have to be patient." Squinting at the water's surface, and trying to keep an eye on Kat out of the corner of her eye, she jolted her head back when she saw the grey-green scales of a fish just a few feet below the surface. Following it with her eyes, and then with her body, turning slightly to follow its slow path in the water. "See? The fish here tend to be pretty big, so they can put up a weirdly good fight," she gestured at the still surface of the river and the fish that moved in the depths below. |
10-28-2024, 02:04 PM
This man seemed quite strange to her- but then again, most wolves felt strange to her, almost alien. The only ones that felt even remotely like kindred spirits were her family members. Briefly she wondered where he came from what sort of wolf he was, but it wasn't really any of her business. Another soft snort of amusement was given, noting that he seemed a little less tense now that she had relaxed a bit too. "Trying to fish," she reiterated carefully. Though amused by his mistake, she didn't really judge him for it. He articulated clearly that he was more used to hunting than fishing, which were two entirely different methods of obtaining prey. She understood what he meant, and nodded along. Tethys was the same way, having much more experience trying to chase down large prey that were common to find wandering the tundras, or smaller prey like hares and other arctic rodents. He seemed as respectful as he could be, giving her some space while still watching where she gestured. Moving back just a tad when he zeroed in on the fish, she watched as he studied it, waiting for it to sneak closer to the surface. When it was within reach, he lunged for it, fighting against its hard flailing as he surfaced with the strong fish. That wasn't the only thing he brought up, though- a spray of cold water was sent directly into her face and eyes. Instinctively she squinted hard against it, attempting to keep most out of her eyes. It only took him for a moment to realized what he'd done, though she was already shaking her head to rid it of water. "It's fine," she assured him lamely. If that was the worst thing that happened to her today, she'd be just fine with it. The way his smile dropped made it obvious that he hadn't meant to, so how could she hold it against him? She almost thought to deny his offer, but she wasn't sure how that might come across to him. "I- alright, if you're sure," she said, warily moving over to pull the fish closer. A good few bites would be taken before she temporarily abandoned her fish, moving to the edge of the river again. If the fish were here feeding, surely there were more? "I figured I should see if I can snag a few more, for my pack," she explained, strangely enough not wanting to seem overly gluttonous after being given free food. "My name's Tethys Fatalis, by the way, of the Armada." Watching the water's still surface, she spotted a few faint shadowy figures beneath the surface, waiting patiently for the right moment to snatch one up. |
11-03-2024, 12:42 PM
It took a lot to really impress her, though that said much more about how she struggled to relate to other than it did about anything else. It was hard to feel really awed by wolves when she felt so strangely distant from them, so other. If anything, she was far more preoccupied with how she seemed to Katsuro- had she been appreciative enough? Too gluttonous? Too emotionless? The latter was something she knew she struggled with, but she didn't want to give a bad impression of the Armada. Imagining him going home, wherever home might be, and telling a tale of his good deed going unappreciated by an Armada wolf... she nearly shuddered at the thought. He introduced himself then, as a wolf of Tojo-Kai. Not a pack she knew much about- they were a reclusive group, but she knew little else about them. He offered to help her collect more fish, and she felt she could only nod and warily accept his offer of help. "If you insist," she managed dumbly. Was he only offering out of obligation? Or genuine care? A more familiar wolf she might ask, but she didn't know how. Giving her head a little shake, she tried to rid herself of those thoughts, knowing she'd just drive herself mad wondering and trying to get inside his head. A place she certainly hadn't been invited to. Better focus on what they were doing and not what he was thinking or feeling. "Good idea," she applauded him as he dug at the frozen ground, digging with obvious determination until he found a worm deep beneath the soil. Once he extracted it, he tossed it into the water and then came the waiting. The fish didn't seem interested at first, but after a long moment a few began to stir. One by one they begin to move closer to the surface, Tethys fixing her attention on a nice fat one that dove swiftly toward the worm. Managing to cut it off before it consumed their bite, she dove face-first into the cold water, eyes closing when she felt her teeth sink around its flopping body. Success! She emerged soaked halfway down her throat, giving the fish a good squeeze before tossing it onto the shore. She just hoped she'd moved quickly enough that her hunting partner would have a chance to snatch up one of his own too. |