Running in the 2000's

Darion · Jun 3, 2018

The day had started nicely enough. Sam was resting in the shade of an oak tree as the summer sun steadily descended toward the horizon. This was his favorite time to nap, even though he should be finishing up his classes for the day. Structured schedules and classrooms with too many people just didn't appeal to Sam. His tail wagged lazily as he contemplated his surrounding's. The amount of sensory information he was receiving in his wolf form was always useful in making sure he wasn't disturbed.

He had no doubt he could outrun anyone, and anything on the island. While he lacked the bulk of some larger werewolves, he more than made up for it in speed. Sam yawned and laid his head back down as a soft breeze tousled his fur. The birds were chirping, and the forest was still, save for the scampering of squirrels in the trees. His eyes slowly began to drift close as he relaxed in the relative safety the oak tree provided. Even though his coat was a pale gold in color, he doubted that anyone would be able to find him.

That is, until the wind wafted an unfamiliar scent to him. Sam's body immediately tensed as he attempted to identify who was approaching. Whatever it was, it almost blended it with the forest itself, however, the telltale trace of wolf was also there. However, whoever was approaching didn't seem to be a wolf based on the lack of noise they made. Sam slowly rose from his resting place, crouched low, and poised to run at a moments notice.

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Wolfie · Jun 3, 2018

Yet another school day had ended, much to the delight of Aeron. No matter how much people advised him, he still hated that place. What they taught were, in his eyes, pointless. All he wanted to do was just live. Not enclosed within four walls but living free. He felt at home in the forest; the manmade world was alien to him. So much noise and pollution, people too bothered with a virtual world when really, it was all irrelevant.

The day was surely drawing to a close as Aeron lept from branch to branch. His nimble legs carried him through the treetops at great speeds, yet barely a sound was made. The gentle breeze brushed its fingers through his white hair as he ran. Fenrir decided to stay lay by the lake, too tired to bother hunting rabbits at the time. His makeshift bow was slung over his shoulder with only two arrows tucked into a loop on his shorts - two was all he needed.

The sound of birdsong could be heard in the distance but there was another sound that joined it. It was too loud to be the scampering of squirrels, too loud to be even a rabbit. Surely Fenrir did not change his mind. No, this sound came from something that seemed to be approaching him, something not as large as his warg friend. Deciding to focus on the hunt, he carried on speeding from trunk to trunk, not wanting whatever creature that was lurking to ruin his goal.

Darion · Jun 6, 2018

Sam, realizing that the strange thing was headed straight for him did the only logical thing. He stood up, steeled himself, and then promptly bolted off into the forest. The trees whizzed by in a dizzying array of green and brown. Sam was only half aware that the sky was now tinged with orange as it sank toward the horizon.

The only sound he could hear was the rapid pace of his panting and the dull pounding of his heart. As fatigue began to set in, Sam darted into a sheltered space created by the roots of a tree. He concealed himself the best he could and attempted to still his panting so that he could hear if he had been followed.

His flicked uncertainly as he swiveled them in an effort to maintain his hiding place. Wolves were never a good thing Sam had learned. Even though he was one himself half the time, he didn't necessarily like others. He almost shrugged to himself, however he stopped before he began the action and lowered himself even further to the ground. Waiting, listening, watching.

Wolfie · Jun 7, 2018

The noise seemed to be running away from him now? Aeron predicted that this was some sort of animal - hopefully, a rabbit. Anything bigger was unnecessary for a boy of his size; he liked to keep the larger kills for Fenrir. He became intrigued by the creature who made the rustling and decided it may be best to know for certain what was in his proximity. Since Aeron was short, larger animals intimidated him, though he would stay strong, his shoulders broadened, if he were to come across a beast bigger than himself. His father taught him that intimidation was the best method when dealing with such animals.

His path altered slightly as he followed the sound. Sprinting along branches and swinging across protruding limbs, Aeron managed to begin to gain on the noise. Then it stopped. No more rustling. If it was a rabbit, maybe it had gone back into the sanctuary of its burrow. Yet, he was still convinced it was larger than any rabbit. It was clear that he would not be able to track it whilst in the treetops.

Quickly and quietly, he scaled down the trunk until he was on the ground, leaves and dirt in between his bare toes. It appeared as though he was on the right path: small footprints, unsettled foliage and broken twigs confirmed it. Following the trail, Aeron came across a tree where there was a small alcove under the roots. That was where it was hiding.

Silently, he crept closer as his bow was slipped off of his shoulder, an arrow beside the string ready to be notched. Closer and closer until he was near enough to reach out and touch the tree. Suddenly, he leapt in front of the opening, landing in a roll as he immediately moved onto one knee, an arrow aimed straight at what was before him.

Darion · Jun 7, 2018

Sam whined as the arrow glinted in the evening light, however he then realized he was showing weakness and did his best to muster a growl, albeit not an impressive one as his size was not helpful in deepening his vocalizations. Sam was almost certain that the only thing visible of him in such dim lighting were his bright blue eyes.

He attempted to shuffle backwards however his back hit the tree itself restricting his movement. Sam settled for baring his teeth in warning and wrapping his tail defensively around himself. "Maybe I should try barking?" Sam thought absentmindedly as he peered out at the shape holding the bow.

As he cautiously regarded the small figure, he initially wasn't intimidated, however the bow did symbolize a very serious problem. Entrenched as he was, Sam vey well doubted his ability to dart past the figure whilst avoiding the arrow. On top of this, he wasn't sure that attacking was the best option either seeing as he was unaware of any other weapons the mysterious dude with a bow might have.

Shifting was also out of the question. Sam refused to be so vulnerable in the presence of someone who might potentially harm him. He settled for folding his ears back and issuing a warning growl. The implied message wasn't one of open hostility but a simple "I don't know who you are, so don't come any closer."

As he waited for a response, Sam carefully began to plan his eventual escape route.

Wolfie · Jun 8, 2018

Aeron gazed into the cloak of darkness, the glow of two blue eyes gleaming back. It was no rabbit. Though the site seemed threatening, the fact that the animal was sheltering itself showed that it was afraid. If not of Aeron knowingly then the uncertainty of whatever the noise was that was tracking him. A low growl reverbed out of the hole as Aeron hesitated to release the arrow.

He could hear the thoughts rushing through the animal's head. That meant only one thing - it was a wolf. Growing up with his warg, Aeron had become very attached to creatures of the like and vowed not to hurt them but to help those in need. It also made him feel guilty if he could hear the sentient thoughts of a creature before hunting it down. It felt wrong.

Slowly, he lowered his bow. Aeron also lowered his body in unison, making his body language more subordinate rather than trying to intimidate his target. Looping his bow back on his shoulder as he also put away the arrow, Aeron projected his thought to the wolf. "It is okay, I am not going to harm you." His voice would have sounded softer since it could be quite alarming to hear another voice in one's head.

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Running in the 2000's

Darion

Resident Forum Viking

Wolfie

Always Watching

Darion

Resident Forum Viking

Wolfie

Always Watching

Darion

Resident Forum Viking

Wolfie

Always Watching