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promise of safety -- open - tori - 08-04-2018
Alexander didn't know how to "properly" react in most situations. Where there would normally be an action you were left with the child essentially pulling a malfunctioning Windows computer, frozen in place and if you looked closely, you could see the Blue Screen of Death in his eyes. His strategy mostly was to simply stare at the problem or the thing until it went away, and he wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. Sometimes that worked, sometimes it didn't.
In this case, he supposed there was nothing else to do, even for someone who had a grip on the concept of reacting accordingly.
He'd only been hunting, a rabbit in his jaws for anyone else to eat, he wasn't hungry. That's when he saw it, of course, he was out on his own and that's when all the strange things happened. Something caught his eye and when he turned, just down in the line of trees where he was sure this fresh corpse had darted out from. Silvery white, legs longer than his body surely, staring him down with a sense of intimidation. Some...equine, was it? He'd seen a horse only once, believed he belonged to Hazel. But in the wild? Never. Except maybe...
Maybe once on his journey away from here. He blinked, and the creature made a run for it. Smelled something, maybe.
In this case, he supposed there was nothing else to do, even for someone who had a grip on the concept of reacting accordingly.
He'd only been hunting, a rabbit in his jaws for anyone else to eat, he wasn't hungry. That's when he saw it, of course, he was out on his own and that's when all the strange things happened. Something caught his eye and when he turned, just down in the line of trees where he was sure this fresh corpse had darted out from. Silvery white, legs longer than his body surely, staring him down with a sense of intimidation. Some...equine, was it? He'd seen a horse only once, believed he belonged to Hazel. But in the wild? Never. Except maybe...
Maybe once on his journey away from here. He blinked, and the creature made a run for it. Smelled something, maybe.
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Re: promise of safety -- open - Suiteheart - 08-05-2018
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Perhaps the creature scented Suiteheart.
The white feline was out of it. Exhaustion tugged at her body, at her bones, and at her soul. She needed to sleep, to rest it all away, but she couldn't. She had a job. She couldn't just abandon everything to take care of herself. The members of this group were far more important than her own health. Besides, if she pretended like she wasn't tired, it would all work out, wouldn't it?
"Hey, Xander," Suiteheart greeted, suppressing a yawn that had found its way into her system. She let a smile rise to her lips, but it quickly fell when she noticed how far off his eyes seemed. She moved forward, waving an ivory paw in front of his face. "You alright, kiddo? You look like you've seen a ghost."
The white feline was out of it. Exhaustion tugged at her body, at her bones, and at her soul. She needed to sleep, to rest it all away, but she couldn't. She had a job. She couldn't just abandon everything to take care of herself. The members of this group were far more important than her own health. Besides, if she pretended like she wasn't tired, it would all work out, wouldn't it?
"Hey, Xander," Suiteheart greeted, suppressing a yawn that had found its way into her system. She let a smile rise to her lips, but it quickly fell when she noticed how far off his eyes seemed. She moved forward, waving an ivory paw in front of his face. "You alright, kiddo? You look like you've seen a ghost."
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Re: promise of safety -- open - ONISION. - 08-05-2018
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[div style="background-color:#806A71;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"]"Did he see a ghost? Did he?" Asked Oni curiously, trying to see over his mother's shoulder by jumping, only to see the familiar form of the wolf he'd taken kindly to. Alexander didn't piss him off, which was good. He tolerated the boy, just like Alex probably tolerated him in return.
The chocolate feline slipped under his mother's legs, crawling to sit in between her front paws, tilting his head to the side. For his age, he was so tiny. So skinny. And to think he ate a lot, too!
The chocolate feline slipped under his mother's legs, crawling to sit in between her front paws, tilting his head to the side. For his age, he was so tiny. So skinny. And to think he ate a lot, too!
Re: promise of safety -- open - tori - 08-05-2018
Alex blinked, snapping out of his trance when Suite waved a paw in front of his face, immediately dropping the rabbit he was holding. He rubbed his eyes, offering a sheepish smile to her and Oni soon after. He wasn't quite sure of how long he'd been staring off into the trees, or how ridiculous he probably looked. "No, not a ghost. I hope not." He was not a fan of the dead stubbornly walking the earth, ethereal or not, so he hoped there was no hauntings to be had around here. Though he wouldn't have been all that surprised. It was just....so strange here sometimes. "There was something out in the wood." Brown eyes scanned over the tree line again, squinting slightly. He wasn't crazy, and couldn't say he was one to hallucinate. Lord knows what was in those trees.
"Suiteheart, do we have any....horses around here?" He asked, looking back at her and her son hiding down by her paws, a sight that earned a genuine smile. How precious for someone who declared battle against the sun and was quick to pick up on vulgarity. He couldn't exactly do the same, he could carry them both though, probably. "If I find a ghost, I'll be sure to tell you."
"Suiteheart, do we have any....horses around here?" He asked, looking back at her and her son hiding down by her paws, a sight that earned a genuine smile. How precious for someone who declared battle against the sun and was quick to pick up on vulgarity. He couldn't exactly do the same, he could carry them both though, probably. "If I find a ghost, I'll be sure to tell you."
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Re: promise of safety -- open - ★ HAZEL - 08-05-2018
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Ghosts...Hazel had seen ghosts. Ghosts in the form of smoke and mirrors, not sheets and spooky noises. Her ghosts came in the form of scars and nightmares, or echoes and trailing whispers down her spine. Ghosts were supposed to haunt, and Hazel's ghosts haunted so vividly she could hardly tell if they weren't real.
As for her horse, Arion rarely ever strayed from the plains of the middle of the territory; he'd spent nearly a month in the woods, weaving his way through tree trunks and foliage. Hazel had been with him, night and day, watching as he struggled to find a place to stretch his legs. She'd felt awful, knowing his muscles cramped. So stumbling upon the open-plained peninsula hadn't been much of a choice when it came to picking a new home.
Hazel joined the small group, glancing between Suite, Oni and Alexander right as the older boy of the two present asked his question. "Yeah, we have a couple horses. Two that I know of. Mine is Arion, and he's usually trailing after Octavia, Bastille's filly." She blinked at him, shrugging. "Why?"
As for her horse, Arion rarely ever strayed from the plains of the middle of the territory; he'd spent nearly a month in the woods, weaving his way through tree trunks and foliage. Hazel had been with him, night and day, watching as he struggled to find a place to stretch his legs. She'd felt awful, knowing his muscles cramped. So stumbling upon the open-plained peninsula hadn't been much of a choice when it came to picking a new home.
Hazel joined the small group, glancing between Suite, Oni and Alexander right as the older boy of the two present asked his question. "Yeah, we have a couple horses. Two that I know of. Mine is Arion, and he's usually trailing after Octavia, Bastille's filly." She blinked at him, shrugging. "Why?"
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Re: promise of safety -- open - tori - 08-07-2018
"I saw one." Alex answered simply, blinking with a slight tilt of the head. So he was right in his assumption, that one did belong to the girl. He had yet to see Octavia. He wasn't that surprised, after all, it was a wide open space, plenty of room to roam and eat and whatever else horses did. "It was...white? Maybe grey." A bit of clarification, he knew that creature was not Arion. It was too wild, too strange looking.
He squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments, making sure he wasn't losing it. "Maybe it was a ghost. Horse ghost. Host. Aha." He laughed quietly as his own dumb joke, hoping it came back so they could see it.
He squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments, making sure he wasn't losing it. "Maybe it was a ghost. Horse ghost. Host. Aha." He laughed quietly as his own dumb joke, hoping it came back so they could see it.
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Re: promise of safety -- open - | AGENT WASHINGTON | - 08-07-2018
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Washington didn't know a lot of different animals that existed. There was a couple that he could recognize, but if he didn't it meant that he was going to head toward the books. Or get some type of computer to have him look up exactly what it was. Which was easier said than done as working a computer when he had paws instead of fingers was fairly difficult. The Freelancer didn't really have an idea of looking around at a bunch of the different wildlife. He wasn't here for vacation after all. The Freelancer also didn't know what animals existed in this world and what was extinct. It seemed like everything went as he was alive and he was in the body of an extinct animal. Again, how that was possible Washington had little to no idea and often times would just try to ignore it all and just continue on with the rest of his days. He knew the territory like the back of his hand, but the different type of animals that were around in the outpost was basically impossible for him to tell. Besides, he only went patrolling at a certain time of day, and all animals had their own inner schedules of what they were during depending on what time of day it was.
Such as it wasn't common to see a deer out in an open field if it was hot out, as they would be sheltering in the trees instead. He had done some research, but since he had a military career and not an animal one, meant that he was limited on the knowledge that he did have. The armored smilodon tried his best not to look like an idiot and continued to try and remain confident during his time here. He needed to make sure that he didn't show any form of weakness and rarely relaxed around others either. It was a habit because if he was still a human he would be doing the exact same thing. He distanced himself from everyone, and there was a reason why he did something like that, but only one would be able to recognize if they knew the symptoms that he was exerting, but most didn't. Because he didn't allow them to. The less the knew the better off they would be anyway. Washington didn't dislike animals, but having to deal with the constant random stuff that happened all the time was certainly tiring. It also didn't help that he wasn't getting any sleep, something that he was grateful that he had his helmet on all of the time so he didn't have to worry about anyone seeing exactly how tired he was with his helmet off.
No one needed to worry about a soldier, he always bounced back to everything that happened to him. It was just going to take time, and since he was stubborn, he figured that they didn't have all that much time, in general, to simply goof around and hope that everything was going to set itself back. Washington let a sigh escape his jaws as he was walking through the territory portion of the Canopy, the most common place anyone can really find him. Washington blinked his golden eyes behind his golden visor as he saw animals that were gathering around. When that happens, its common for Washington to investigate so that he isn't out of the loop of any news that he hasn't heard yet. While he was making his way out, he heard something large moving in the trees and turned his head to look over his shoulder. Making sure not to turn his head too sharply so he didn't give himself whiplash. Narrowing his eyes, however, Washington didn't see anything, and hesitated in his next step before coming out of the trees. His armor rattled on his approach, which usually signaled that he was approaching the group.
He was able to overhear a little bit of their conversation and the talk about horses. He knew what horses were. They used as symbolism during his first couple years in the military, but they didn't use horses anymore in the military so they were usually just kept around as pets. He never remembered being around them as a child, but he had heard stories of them and that was all that he was going to go off of. The Freelancer sat himself a little bit of a distance away from everyone else, and it sounded like Alexander saw something that was there and gone the next. Washington knew that feeling, but often times once the thing disappeared it tried to kill him from behind. Definitely a different experience than from what he went through. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he shrugged his shoulders.[b] "Don't horses live in a variety of different environments? The lush terrain of this outpost could provide food for many different types of herbivores." Washington was talking out of his ass. He had no idea what he was talking about, and all that he was using was the common sense of what a deer or herbivore would need to survive. He knew absolutely nothing about horses, but despite that, he seemed to be confident with what he said.
howieSuch as it wasn't common to see a deer out in an open field if it was hot out, as they would be sheltering in the trees instead. He had done some research, but since he had a military career and not an animal one, meant that he was limited on the knowledge that he did have. The armored smilodon tried his best not to look like an idiot and continued to try and remain confident during his time here. He needed to make sure that he didn't show any form of weakness and rarely relaxed around others either. It was a habit because if he was still a human he would be doing the exact same thing. He distanced himself from everyone, and there was a reason why he did something like that, but only one would be able to recognize if they knew the symptoms that he was exerting, but most didn't. Because he didn't allow them to. The less the knew the better off they would be anyway. Washington didn't dislike animals, but having to deal with the constant random stuff that happened all the time was certainly tiring. It also didn't help that he wasn't getting any sleep, something that he was grateful that he had his helmet on all of the time so he didn't have to worry about anyone seeing exactly how tired he was with his helmet off.
No one needed to worry about a soldier, he always bounced back to everything that happened to him. It was just going to take time, and since he was stubborn, he figured that they didn't have all that much time, in general, to simply goof around and hope that everything was going to set itself back. Washington let a sigh escape his jaws as he was walking through the territory portion of the Canopy, the most common place anyone can really find him. Washington blinked his golden eyes behind his golden visor as he saw animals that were gathering around. When that happens, its common for Washington to investigate so that he isn't out of the loop of any news that he hasn't heard yet. While he was making his way out, he heard something large moving in the trees and turned his head to look over his shoulder. Making sure not to turn his head too sharply so he didn't give himself whiplash. Narrowing his eyes, however, Washington didn't see anything, and hesitated in his next step before coming out of the trees. His armor rattled on his approach, which usually signaled that he was approaching the group.
He was able to overhear a little bit of their conversation and the talk about horses. He knew what horses were. They used as symbolism during his first couple years in the military, but they didn't use horses anymore in the military so they were usually just kept around as pets. He never remembered being around them as a child, but he had heard stories of them and that was all that he was going to go off of. The Freelancer sat himself a little bit of a distance away from everyone else, and it sounded like Alexander saw something that was there and gone the next. Washington knew that feeling, but often times once the thing disappeared it tried to kill him from behind. Definitely a different experience than from what he went through. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he shrugged his shoulders.[b] "Don't horses live in a variety of different environments? The lush terrain of this outpost could provide food for many different types of herbivores." Washington was talking out of his ass. He had no idea what he was talking about, and all that he was using was the common sense of what a deer or herbivore would need to survive. He knew absolutely nothing about horses, but despite that, he seemed to be confident with what he said.
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