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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2016 19:15:13 GMT -5
Antonio: Antonio shivered, hard. He really needed to find a place to take a nice, warm siesta. Winter was not doing him good, his thin fur refused to keep him warm. He was handsome, a proud matador as his father would say. His mother would call him "El Toro", meaning the bull. He smiled, remembering the fun times they had enjoyed as they traveled north. Padre would say that to the north, they would have a better life, Maria would get better, and they would be a happy family. Then he and Mama (Ma-Ma) had died and the three siblings had split ways for a bit. Antonio was regretting it. He decided right then that he hated the cold. He trudged on, muttering in Spanish, and cursing the cold.
Antonio soon came across a shrub thick enough to make a small cave out of, and he burrowed in. His dark brown eyes scanned the white landscape, snow blowing across the flat, rocky land. He remembered his mother talking about Mexico and the dust that billowed across the more desert-y areas. He thought fondly of the stories, like the one about the friendly bull, or the gods of old. Soon he drifted off, his short, dark fur hidden in the bush that served as a shelter for the cold wolf from Mexico.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2016 20:13:37 GMT -5
Cinnamon hated this weather. Then again most weather annoyed or scared her. Summer was too hot. Spring showers and thunder scared her. Winter, too cold. Fall, the wind was too loud! Nevertheless she couldn't help but be optimistic. "Oh come on Cin, it's not that bad. It's just...really, really, really cold." She spoke to herself, feeling quite lonely. She had met many wolves but they left her quickly. She was quite talkative and very optimistic (except about the weather) and let's just say not many wolves could handle her personality. The bright russet shewolf tapped on. "Yeah, it's not that bad, really. It's quite nice. The snow, it's very pretty. A-and the sky is....white..." She groaned, failing at lifting her mood. However her failure was short lived. A wolf had caught her eye. He was curled up in a small hollow, taking shelter from to cold. However he wouldn't get warmer without another source of heat. Cinnamon would happily be that heat. Besides, she wanted some company. "Hello? Sir? Do you mind if I....well....it's really cold and it looks like you could use some heat, and company. Perhaps?" She was fumbling over her own words and her floppy ears began to lay flat in dissapointment and embarrassment.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 5:06:06 GMT -5
Antonio: Antonio's head shot up, and smiled. "Buenos dais, senorita! I am Antonio, what is a lovely lobo such as yourself doing out in the blanca landscape?" He got to his paws, dark brown eyes lit up. Another wolf to talk to! His white tipped tail wagged wildly. He planned on being a gentalmen like his father had been and letting the senorita go in first. Then a cold wind blew over him and he inside in a flash. Antonio curled up, his tail trying to cover his nose. He had a thin winter coat, not meant for the cold. It had been useful in the fall and late summer, but Winter was not his element. He was built for warmer weather. He looked out at the russet wolf, and then proceeded to make the thicket den larger so they would both fit. Then her curled himself into a ball. What he would give for a Summer wind...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -5
Apocalypse's black fur was coated with snow, but it did not bother him. He was born in winter, and he was made to survive in weather like this. Sitting down in the snow, he spotted a strange looking wolf from afar. All the wolves he had known had thick pelts. Had he not smelt wolf, he would have guessed that the stranger was a coyote or something like that. Wagging his white-tipped tail, he was excited to find another wolf; this was the moment he had been waiting for! Approaching the unknown wolf, he kept his ears up and his tail down, trying to look friendly. However, his fur bristled at his distrust of the stranger. "Hello," he said, "my name is Apocalypse. What's yours?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 13:46:57 GMT -5
Cinnamon was pleasantly surprised at the males unique accent. So his name was Antonio, she supposed that such a name couldn't be as odd as her own. She smiled softly and was about to answer when the thin pelted desert wolf shivered violently and bolted inside. Cinnamon chuckled softly before her attention was turned to another wolf. This male had thick dark fur, he then began to talk to Antonio. Cinna just kind of stood there while he talked, unsure if she should interject or enter the den with Antonio to keep warm. The bright russet shewolf shuffled her paws in the freezing accumulation of white ice crystals that was known as snow. She wore an uncomfortable smile as her patience began running thin. "I'm Cinnamon by the way," She inserted herself into conversation, quickly adding on to her sentence in a hardly audible voice: "Not that anyone asked or anything." her round, hazel brown eyes scanned the two for their reactions.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 14:20:30 GMT -5
Antonio: Antonio poked his head out and saw the new wolf. He smiled. "Buenos dias, Apocalypse! Cinnamon!" He wagged his white tipped tail, and poked a bit more out. His tan fur had waves of darker brown, and he had crisp white markings. Brown eyes shined in the snow, and he smiled a big, wide smile. Then he went back into the bush and made the cavern even bigger. It was going to be crowded. Antonio poked his head back out. "Debe ser lo suficientemente, come in!" he said, tail wagging. He turned back inside and curled off to the edge, close to the snow just outside the shelter of the branches. He smiled to himself, as he waited for the other two to come inside. He started day dreaming, his mind driffting to old stories his mother had told him. He smiled, thinking of the story of the gold lake and how in the day, it had a gold spot travel over it's surface, and some nights a silver disk.
Antonio wanted to see this for himself, but no lakes he had ever seen had had that kind of surface. He curled himself into a 26 pound ball and drifted off to sleep for a few minuets. Then a sharp wind woke him up, and startled him. Estoy levantado!" He yelped, until he realized that it was just the wind. Then he blushed and sat up.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 17:42:57 GMT -5
Before entering the den, Apocalypse shook himself, flinging the tiny balls of snow off of his coat. "Nice to meet you both. If you don't mind me asking, what are both doing here. I happen to be looking for other wolves. And sorry about that, Cinnamon." Apocalypse said as he awkwardly walked inside the den, curling up and trying not to take up too much room. Cinnamon and Antonio seemed kind and peaceful, so his fur flattened a bit. He internally sighed with relief at that, as he was trying to greet them both with a friendly disposition. Looking up at Cinnamon from the snow, he stared at her with amber eyes, feeling bad for leaving her out. Swishing his white-tipped tail, he looked away and smiled at the ground, awkwardly trying to make things seem less uncomfortable. Not that it was a problem, but Apocalypse couldn't help notice how different the other two wolves were. Cinnamon was russet with short fur, and Antonio had short tan fur with markings and a strange accent. Their differences only made him more curious, as the wolves he had known before only possessed thick dark fur like his own black coat and white markings.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2016 8:20:33 GMT -5
Fletcher trudged through the snow that he was almost blending in to due to the snow covering his darker fur. Taking a moment to stand still he heard the sound of voices. Shivering slightly, he walked towards the voices cautiously. "Um...hello," he said while fumbling to find words to say. He shook his fur of the snow as he looked between the wolves. "I guess it would be rude of me to now introduce myself, my name is Fletcher." He hoped these wolves were kind and would allow him to stay, even for the night would suit him. "I do not wish to burden you, but I was wondering if I could shelter with you guys for a little while." The three looked friendly enough, but it was an easy mistake for any wolf and he wished not that they were unfriendly towards him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2016 8:53:48 GMT -5
Cinnamon nodded. "It's no big deal." She shrugged and then entered the hollow under the bush as well. It was a bit tight, but being so close was helping warm them up. She was slightly uncomfortable being alone with two males, but desperate times call for desperate measures. After all they were perfectly respectable young men, so why should she feel uncomfortable? But then her worry increased as yet another male showed his face. Who knew the barrens were so full of wolves? With a smile, she began to dig. She'd let the other two do the talking, but she might as well get on going with the expansion. Unfortunately the bush was only so big, so the most she could do was make the hollow deeper. The aptly named shewolf listened closely as Fletcher -as he called himself- spoke, a slight tremor in his voice.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2016 9:28:29 GMT -5
Antonio: (I'm cheating with the Spanish) Antonio watched another wolf. "¿Por qué hay tantos ?! Esto se está volviendo loco!" he said, exasperated as he tried to widen the hollow. He started grumbling and curled himself into the bush itself. He looked at the much older, larger wolves. He was only seis meses de edad. He sighed and then found his back pressed into the snow. "¡¡¡¡Frío!!!! Hice esto para salir del frío!" he yelled in Spanish. He still did not have good English. No matter what he did however, he always freaked out in Spanish.
He tried to push into the middle, shivering. He was smaller then all of the wolves. He was barely 26 pounds. He curled into a ball, his mind trying to figure out what they where saying. "I am lo siento, I only know Español." He said, and curled himself even tighter. He did not want to end up at the edge again. Antonio was not happy about the idea of cold, but there where so many wolves... So many new words... It was a little overwhelming. He found himself next to russet fur, and looked up, his vary puppy, blocky face looked up at her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2016 16:06:06 GMT -5
Apocalypse made room, digging out the den a bit more. Letting Antonio move to the middle and Fletcher in, Apocalypse nodded. "My name is Apocalypse." He greeted Fletcher and then buried his head in his paws. It had been a while since he had seen this many wolves together that weren't a pack; it was nice to have some company for a change. Looking back at Antonio, he muttered, What's Español?" He had never met a foreign wolf, and he had no clue what Español was?Maybe it was his native tongue. Español was an awfully strange name for a wolf. As for Fletcher, he seemed nice and harmless like the other two. Unlike the few moments ago when he met Cinnamon and Antonio, his dark fur did not bristle, as Fletcher was quite similar to the friendly Cinnamon and Antonio.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2016 17:47:32 GMT -5
Fletcher was relieved at the friendly nature of the other wolves as he squeezed his way in to the den. For a change, he was actually somewhat warm from being so close to the others. "Thank you, you are very kind." He responded back to the wolf who announced himself as Apocalypse. His attention turned to the other male wolf that seemed to be freaking out and speaking words he had never heard before. He was curious as to what he could possibly be speaking about, though he knew that the wolf was not from around these parts. Least to say, Fletcher felt awkward being this close to wolves he'd never met before yet he had no choice in the matter being that this was the only shelter he had seen for some time. It was in his luck that these strangers allowed him to stay and shelter with them.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 8:02:54 GMT -5
Cinnamon felt very awkward, looking around she surveyed everyone. Antonio was a young wolf, and the other two seemed more mature. She herself was at the peak of adulthood, for she had been around for more seasons then she could count. "I'm Cinnamon but you can call me anything really. From Cin, Cinna to Amon. I don't really care." She said with a sigh, shaking her smooth pelt out softly. She watched the barrens through the tangle of bush branches and saw the snow falling harder. "Snuggke close folks, it looks like we're gonna be here awhile." Since Antonio seemed to be speaking gibberish she figured she needed to take charge and speak for them. A the golden russet shewolf followed her instructions and squeezed between Apocolypse and Antonio. Fletcher on the other side.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 8:46:38 GMT -5
Antonio: Antonio curled himself in a tighter ball, hmming to himself. The snow outside reminding him of the one duststorm he had ever seen. Only much colder. He shivered, floppy ears pressed against his blocky head. "La nieve es tan espeso ... me recuerda a México." he muttered. "Me pregunto lo que papá habría pensado en ello." he wondered aloud, not meaning to say it aloud. He nodded when Cinna said they where going to be packed close for a while. He wasn't budging until it got warm. All the warm wolves around him made him feel sleepy. Soon he had drifted off, ears flicking as he dreamed of his mother's stories. The glassy lake, the one the humans had lived on thousands of generations ago. It seemed so far away, so long ago.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 12:37:35 GMT -5
Shivering slightly, Apocalypse hoped that the storm would pass soon. He wanted to be on the move. "It will probably end soon," he said, trying to convince the others as well as himself. Glancing over at Antonio and Cinnamon, he wondered if there were snow storms like this where they came from. Both of their pelts were short and light, so he guessed that there was little to no snow-or even cold weather-where they formerly lived. However, Fletcher looked as if they could be related, both of them having dark, thick fur. He had most likely experienced the snow and cold before. Despite living in the same climate as this one, he had never been in a blizzard like this one. Attempting to make some conversation, he asked, What are you guys doing here? Where are you from? I just happen to be wandering around, and I've lived only a few days journey from here." Looking at the other wolves, he waited for their replies. Noticing that Antonio was sleeping, he decided to keep an eye on him; sleeping in a blizzard could possibly freeze him to death, although he was probably safe, surrounded by other wolves.
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