Post by Kanti on Nov 4, 2010 2:03:57 GMT -7
Sunlit Jungle
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The ever-present sal trees are here broken up by large palms, and the minimal canopy provided by the palms allows sunlight into the understory. Mango, jamun, sandalwood, jackfruit, cassia, and piar, and a lot of thick, lush, ferns, reeds, and grasses take advantage of the light and help make the ground level a challenging tangle for larger creatures, though a bountiful and delicious challenge for the herbivores of all sizes. The constant rumble of a waterfall to the northeast is accentuated by the rhythmic crash of ocean waves onto a sandy beach to the south where the palms are more prevalent and the canopy disintegrates before stopping altogether. A wide river cuts through the jungle to the east, leading from the waterfall in the northeast and to a vast overgrown delta to the southeast. With so much water around, even falling from the sky on a regular basis, the air here is constantly damp, though enough of the ocean breeze finds its way here to keep the air from becoming stifling.
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[E] East to a river [N] North where it gets dark
[NE] Northeast to a waterfall [NW] Northwest to some paths
South to a beach [SE] Southeast to a delta
Up a tree
[IC] Kanti (F. Gray Wolf)
[IC] Raasabha (M. Tiger)
For the second time in her life, Kanti has been removed from all that is familiar. The scrawny wolf watched in a manner of forlorn nostalgia as over the days of travel, the forest of the Aravalli mountains gave way to denser foliage and tall, darkly looming trees that created even darker places. Not that the tiger she followed seemed to mind and it was his indifference that began to breed something of excitement in the little wolf, until she was merrily humming silly tunes and bounding ahead like a gay little sparrow- surely much to Raasabha's eye rolling tolerance. Though as the hour grew later and later and the sunlit jungle they roamed through darkened into shadow to bring with it a dreary rain, Kanti's spirits began to wither in much the same way that the rivulets of water bogged down her ears and drenched her scruffy pelt until she resembled nothing less than a walking tangle of scrap hide and bone. Some adventure. Woooo. Sigh. Slinking along at the tiger's heels, the runty wolf crinkles her nose as a droplet of water falls from on high to splatter on the ridge of her snout with a hallow thunk. Whiiiiiiine. "M-Master..." her voice squeaks out awkwardly for a second, "are we close yet?" She had considered asking if they were there yet, but then she would need to know where 'there' is in order to ask that. "This place smells like elephant aaCK!" The last is cut short as a forepaw slips in the muddied soil to send her front limbs sprawling out and her lupine face nearly down into the murk. Blink. Eyes stare down for a second to catch sight of a few bugs wiggling their way back into the disturbed, muddied soil. Bleh.
It was his time. It was time for change. With his Varga deystroyed and no one left to hold him back Raasabha set out to find a new home. The sounds of the wolfess have been heard over the past days of travel but silently ignored. Little comunication was given after the events
back in the Aravalli mountains. There will be time to explain things later but for now all she needed to know that he was moving and she was following. The monsoons are ignored by the large tiger, that and he was using them in case there might have been others to try and track him and his sad excuse of a wolf. For now Raasabha continues to make way through the thick jungle in a slow but steady pace. Where he is headed is a place he heard rumors about, a place that was full of...potential. It is there where he will begin, where he will play, where he will win. At the sound of the wolfess voice, Raasabha gives a silent sneer in annoyance and stops before turning himself around to look at Kanti. Though the sneer doesn't last for long for just as he sets his amber eyes upon her she slips and falls head first into the mud. Throwing his head back, Raasabha gives a throaty laugh before setting his gaze back upon Kanti. "This place smells like you on a good day. Now get up and start moving. I want to be there when the moon dies."
Truly, what a wretched and abject little thing she it. Kanti would be hard pressed to look any more pitiful than she does in this moment, with her bony frame stuck into the murk like a tossed stick and mud smudged on the end of her nose. In the midst of making a disgusted face at the wiggling insects that scurry away, putrid yellow eyes turn up in time to capture the flicker of annoyance that is glimpsed for just a second as her Lord swivels his great head back towards her. Cringing back with a audible squish of mud, Kanti's ears splay outward in a sheepish gesture and a breath is exhaled in relief with the following rumble of laughter from the giant cat, the sound like that of thunder to the lighting flash of his glare. Raasabha's remark gains a momentary scowl from the female, who pokes her lower lip out in a pout just for show. However, she does give herself a sniff, chokes, then chortles a puppyish giggle as she wretches herself up out of the mud with a slow slurrrthuck and a mutter "At this rate, I'm going to be the only one dieing." Sucking in breath of resolve, she manages about three steps before pausing to brave a hindleg up and forward to scratch at her soggy neck ruff, tongue lolling for a few seconds of bliss as her eyes dim down in nothing short of ecstasy and she forgets her strife. Nommmmmm. Shaking herself out, Kanti quickly gives a few hops to catch up with the ample stride of the tiger, moving up to his right haunch to bury the side of her muddy muzzle and face into his flank and side in a fashion quite unbecoming. "Mmmmm..." she trills in a coo as she leans into him, though in the same instant, seems quite ready to leap away. His moods are always unpredictable! However her affection might be received, Kanti doesn't press her boundaries and thus does not linger, choosing to fall into stride beside him a few seconds later with only the occasional shoulder bump. Such a needy thing she is! And always has been for that matter. Yet somehow, she still manages to make up for it- miraculously enough.
Such a disgusting creature, but then again it was Raasabha's doing that Kanti is the way she is. The muscular tiger gives the wolfess a raised brow and deviant smirk as his ears catch the sound of her muttering, "You're death doesn't serve me, at least, not yet..." Though the tiger can't think of any instance where it would serve him. Raasabha then slides his large wide tounge slide out of his muzzle and licks over the end of his nose pad as he catches the rain running off of it. The hulky tiger then turns and resumes heading deeper into the thick jungle. Though a split second of pause is given the presence of the shewolf is felt shortly before the sudden nuzzle into his flank. Raasabha just gives the wolf a firm swat with the swing his muscular tail before settling back into indifferance to her company.
The scruffy little monster is undeniably Raasabha's creation; like a powerful god he molded and shaped the clay of her into the servant of his whims. And while perhaps it might seem something went terribly wrong in the furnace, truth is not always appearance. The morbid commentary from the brute does nothing to shake the affectionate nuzzle for which Kanti bestows to the feline, the heavy slap from his warding tail gaining a wry grin from the runt as she yields and prances along beside him. And oh yes, it -is- a prance. Indifference is met with nonchalance and it is not long before Kanti settles back into softly humming a jaunty tune from their childhood that only Rassabha would known the actual gruesome irony that his little puppy sings about. Five-hundred Ways to Eat a Wolf. However, Kanti makes it as far as the three-hundred and thirtieth way before aching paws begin to shuffle and stumble heavily beneath her haggard frame and she ceases her song to lean in and lift her muzzle to touch a cold, damp nose to Raasabha's shoulder, "Can we rest here for a bit, Master? I'll keep watch, I just need to...sit down." When was the last time they rested? And face planting in the mud doesn't count!
What a sight this pair is; the patient and indifferent tiger ambling along while the impatient and exhuberent wolf prances along next to her tiger. The sound of her humming breaking through his stoic face as he gives a dark smirk as he hums along with his jester. Though truth be told around two hunderd twelve the tiger's stomach did begin to protest about being ignored for the past few days. The pair had their fill and then some before they left on their jouney but now with this song from his cubhood being played back, food was on his mind...Grumble, stupid mutt. The towering tiger narrows his gaze a slight at the prodding of his shoulder and brings his harsh gaze down upon the wolf. Silently Raasabha gives a curt nod as he grants the request after some thought. It was probably another day and night travel and rest would do them both good. "Wake me if you hear or smell anything suspicous. I'll let you sleep after I take my rest." With that Raasabha finds himself a large tree nearby and climbs up into the braches, disappearing into it's foliage as soon as he lays still in the night.
Fate and circumstance has produced in Kanti a innate ability to ignore the fact that her stomach has been gnawing on her ribs for the past four days, perhaps a fact that plays some part in her scrawny structure now. When you've grown up living on meager scraps, hunger becomes a temporarily optional need to satisfy -just as sleep can be- and therefore, can always be postponed. Thus, the she-wolf stomach stopped growling long ago and even the song only inspires the faintest of gurgles in agreement to the deeper grumble of Raasabha's gut. Besides, at the moment, Kanti is much more interested in resting her wet, cracked, stone bruised paws. Raasabha's intense gaze is met with hopeful eyes and a cute wag of her tail for bribery- not that it's necessary. The grunt of permission sends the runty canine into a fit of happy wiggling, her tongue flicking out in quick succession as she crawls forward in a subservient crouch to lick at his chin, though the extremes in height difference just leaves her lapping at the empty space between her muzzle and his boxy chin. "Oh thank you Master! Thank you!" she praises, tail sweeping over the damp ground rapidly as she happily settles back upon her gaunt haunches, making a show of just how grateful she is by pitching back into a fit of wagging wiggles with the chance of any glance she might gain from him as he moves away to claim a perch in the tree. However, once the tiger fell into silence and Kanti's excitement ebbed away, the she-wolf took to her task with a seriousness that where Kanti is concerned, is always a bit too extreme. She laid very still for a long time, doing nothing but listen and hear sounds, and start up in alarm, and wonder not once but a thousand times if she should wake him. 'Wake me if you hear or smell anything suspicious,' he had said, and this perplexed her in this new environment. At first the sounds seemed so ominous, the cracking of a branch indicative of dangerous life and dark intent. Three times she nearly woke him. The first was quite soon, because she was sure a whole pack of monsters were about to attack them. The second because the pack had reduced itself to one, but that had come nearer still, and cracking twigs, and breathing breaths that were as...as..that were no more than the night wind. The third was because she was lonely and wanted his company. She stared up at his giant sleeping form, as it seemed to her, and at his still face, his closed eyes, and in this, his sleeping ease and trust in her brought her to exhale the breath that contained his name and she settled back down to just listen, finding simple peace in the knowledge that she could trust in him too, no matter into what heaven or hell he might lead them.
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The ever-present sal trees are here broken up by large palms, and the minimal canopy provided by the palms allows sunlight into the understory. Mango, jamun, sandalwood, jackfruit, cassia, and piar, and a lot of thick, lush, ferns, reeds, and grasses take advantage of the light and help make the ground level a challenging tangle for larger creatures, though a bountiful and delicious challenge for the herbivores of all sizes. The constant rumble of a waterfall to the northeast is accentuated by the rhythmic crash of ocean waves onto a sandy beach to the south where the palms are more prevalent and the canopy disintegrates before stopping altogether. A wide river cuts through the jungle to the east, leading from the waterfall in the northeast and to a vast overgrown delta to the southeast. With so much water around, even falling from the sky on a regular basis, the air here is constantly damp, though enough of the ocean breeze finds its way here to keep the air from becoming stifling.
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[E] East to a river [N] North where it gets dark
[NE] Northeast to a waterfall [NW] Northwest to some paths
Up a tree
[IC] Kanti (F. Gray Wolf)
[IC] Raasabha (M. Tiger)
For the second time in her life, Kanti has been removed from all that is familiar. The scrawny wolf watched in a manner of forlorn nostalgia as over the days of travel, the forest of the Aravalli mountains gave way to denser foliage and tall, darkly looming trees that created even darker places. Not that the tiger she followed seemed to mind and it was his indifference that began to breed something of excitement in the little wolf, until she was merrily humming silly tunes and bounding ahead like a gay little sparrow- surely much to Raasabha's eye rolling tolerance. Though as the hour grew later and later and the sunlit jungle they roamed through darkened into shadow to bring with it a dreary rain, Kanti's spirits began to wither in much the same way that the rivulets of water bogged down her ears and drenched her scruffy pelt until she resembled nothing less than a walking tangle of scrap hide and bone. Some adventure. Woooo. Sigh. Slinking along at the tiger's heels, the runty wolf crinkles her nose as a droplet of water falls from on high to splatter on the ridge of her snout with a hallow thunk. Whiiiiiiine. "M-Master..." her voice squeaks out awkwardly for a second, "are we close yet?" She had considered asking if they were there yet, but then she would need to know where 'there' is in order to ask that. "This place smells like elephant aaCK!" The last is cut short as a forepaw slips in the muddied soil to send her front limbs sprawling out and her lupine face nearly down into the murk. Blink. Eyes stare down for a second to catch sight of a few bugs wiggling their way back into the disturbed, muddied soil. Bleh.
It was his time. It was time for change. With his Varga deystroyed and no one left to hold him back Raasabha set out to find a new home. The sounds of the wolfess have been heard over the past days of travel but silently ignored. Little comunication was given after the events
back in the Aravalli mountains. There will be time to explain things later but for now all she needed to know that he was moving and she was following. The monsoons are ignored by the large tiger, that and he was using them in case there might have been others to try and track him and his sad excuse of a wolf. For now Raasabha continues to make way through the thick jungle in a slow but steady pace. Where he is headed is a place he heard rumors about, a place that was full of...potential. It is there where he will begin, where he will play, where he will win. At the sound of the wolfess voice, Raasabha gives a silent sneer in annoyance and stops before turning himself around to look at Kanti. Though the sneer doesn't last for long for just as he sets his amber eyes upon her she slips and falls head first into the mud. Throwing his head back, Raasabha gives a throaty laugh before setting his gaze back upon Kanti. "This place smells like you on a good day. Now get up and start moving. I want to be there when the moon dies."
Truly, what a wretched and abject little thing she it. Kanti would be hard pressed to look any more pitiful than she does in this moment, with her bony frame stuck into the murk like a tossed stick and mud smudged on the end of her nose. In the midst of making a disgusted face at the wiggling insects that scurry away, putrid yellow eyes turn up in time to capture the flicker of annoyance that is glimpsed for just a second as her Lord swivels his great head back towards her. Cringing back with a audible squish of mud, Kanti's ears splay outward in a sheepish gesture and a breath is exhaled in relief with the following rumble of laughter from the giant cat, the sound like that of thunder to the lighting flash of his glare. Raasabha's remark gains a momentary scowl from the female, who pokes her lower lip out in a pout just for show. However, she does give herself a sniff, chokes, then chortles a puppyish giggle as she wretches herself up out of the mud with a slow slurrrthuck and a mutter "At this rate, I'm going to be the only one dieing." Sucking in breath of resolve, she manages about three steps before pausing to brave a hindleg up and forward to scratch at her soggy neck ruff, tongue lolling for a few seconds of bliss as her eyes dim down in nothing short of ecstasy and she forgets her strife. Nommmmmm. Shaking herself out, Kanti quickly gives a few hops to catch up with the ample stride of the tiger, moving up to his right haunch to bury the side of her muddy muzzle and face into his flank and side in a fashion quite unbecoming. "Mmmmm..." she trills in a coo as she leans into him, though in the same instant, seems quite ready to leap away. His moods are always unpredictable! However her affection might be received, Kanti doesn't press her boundaries and thus does not linger, choosing to fall into stride beside him a few seconds later with only the occasional shoulder bump. Such a needy thing she is! And always has been for that matter. Yet somehow, she still manages to make up for it- miraculously enough.
Such a disgusting creature, but then again it was Raasabha's doing that Kanti is the way she is. The muscular tiger gives the wolfess a raised brow and deviant smirk as his ears catch the sound of her muttering, "You're death doesn't serve me, at least, not yet..." Though the tiger can't think of any instance where it would serve him. Raasabha then slides his large wide tounge slide out of his muzzle and licks over the end of his nose pad as he catches the rain running off of it. The hulky tiger then turns and resumes heading deeper into the thick jungle. Though a split second of pause is given the presence of the shewolf is felt shortly before the sudden nuzzle into his flank. Raasabha just gives the wolf a firm swat with the swing his muscular tail before settling back into indifferance to her company.
The scruffy little monster is undeniably Raasabha's creation; like a powerful god he molded and shaped the clay of her into the servant of his whims. And while perhaps it might seem something went terribly wrong in the furnace, truth is not always appearance. The morbid commentary from the brute does nothing to shake the affectionate nuzzle for which Kanti bestows to the feline, the heavy slap from his warding tail gaining a wry grin from the runt as she yields and prances along beside him. And oh yes, it -is- a prance. Indifference is met with nonchalance and it is not long before Kanti settles back into softly humming a jaunty tune from their childhood that only Rassabha would known the actual gruesome irony that his little puppy sings about. Five-hundred Ways to Eat a Wolf. However, Kanti makes it as far as the three-hundred and thirtieth way before aching paws begin to shuffle and stumble heavily beneath her haggard frame and she ceases her song to lean in and lift her muzzle to touch a cold, damp nose to Raasabha's shoulder, "Can we rest here for a bit, Master? I'll keep watch, I just need to...sit down." When was the last time they rested? And face planting in the mud doesn't count!
What a sight this pair is; the patient and indifferent tiger ambling along while the impatient and exhuberent wolf prances along next to her tiger. The sound of her humming breaking through his stoic face as he gives a dark smirk as he hums along with his jester. Though truth be told around two hunderd twelve the tiger's stomach did begin to protest about being ignored for the past few days. The pair had their fill and then some before they left on their jouney but now with this song from his cubhood being played back, food was on his mind...Grumble, stupid mutt. The towering tiger narrows his gaze a slight at the prodding of his shoulder and brings his harsh gaze down upon the wolf. Silently Raasabha gives a curt nod as he grants the request after some thought. It was probably another day and night travel and rest would do them both good. "Wake me if you hear or smell anything suspicous. I'll let you sleep after I take my rest." With that Raasabha finds himself a large tree nearby and climbs up into the braches, disappearing into it's foliage as soon as he lays still in the night.
Fate and circumstance has produced in Kanti a innate ability to ignore the fact that her stomach has been gnawing on her ribs for the past four days, perhaps a fact that plays some part in her scrawny structure now. When you've grown up living on meager scraps, hunger becomes a temporarily optional need to satisfy -just as sleep can be- and therefore, can always be postponed. Thus, the she-wolf stomach stopped growling long ago and even the song only inspires the faintest of gurgles in agreement to the deeper grumble of Raasabha's gut. Besides, at the moment, Kanti is much more interested in resting her wet, cracked, stone bruised paws. Raasabha's intense gaze is met with hopeful eyes and a cute wag of her tail for bribery- not that it's necessary. The grunt of permission sends the runty canine into a fit of happy wiggling, her tongue flicking out in quick succession as she crawls forward in a subservient crouch to lick at his chin, though the extremes in height difference just leaves her lapping at the empty space between her muzzle and his boxy chin. "Oh thank you Master! Thank you!" she praises, tail sweeping over the damp ground rapidly as she happily settles back upon her gaunt haunches, making a show of just how grateful she is by pitching back into a fit of wagging wiggles with the chance of any glance she might gain from him as he moves away to claim a perch in the tree. However, once the tiger fell into silence and Kanti's excitement ebbed away, the she-wolf took to her task with a seriousness that where Kanti is concerned, is always a bit too extreme. She laid very still for a long time, doing nothing but listen and hear sounds, and start up in alarm, and wonder not once but a thousand times if she should wake him. 'Wake me if you hear or smell anything suspicious,' he had said, and this perplexed her in this new environment. At first the sounds seemed so ominous, the cracking of a branch indicative of dangerous life and dark intent. Three times she nearly woke him. The first was quite soon, because she was sure a whole pack of monsters were about to attack them. The second because the pack had reduced itself to one, but that had come nearer still, and cracking twigs, and breathing breaths that were as...as..that were no more than the night wind. The third was because she was lonely and wanted his company. She stared up at his giant sleeping form, as it seemed to her, and at his still face, his closed eyes, and in this, his sleeping ease and trust in her brought her to exhale the breath that contained his name and she settled back down to just listen, finding simple peace in the knowledge that she could trust in him too, no matter into what heaven or hell he might lead them.