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The Wolf with Brown Eyes (Fallon)

Postby Koruma on December 29th, 2014, 6:04 am

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OOC: Season of Winter, Day 1, 514

The windows were covered in frost that filtered the sunlight in odd ways as it streamed through his bedroom window. The bead creaked as Koruma shifted underneath his blankets, pulling the thick sheets over his head with a moan. His fingers clutched desperately to the sheet as he squeezed his eyes together and prayed to every god he could think of to make the sun go away. Around him the other beads creaked and he focused on the sound of the other children's breathing. Footsteps came and went in the hall as the staff moved around in the early morning.

A hand pushed at Koruma lightly on his shoulder and Koruma curled into a ball. Again the pressure came, more forceful as a small pair of hands pushed harder at Koruma. "Kor wake up, wake up! Jillene says is breakfast time." Koruma shrugged the boy's hands off his back as he tried to bury his face into the pillow with a groan. Giggling, the boy climbed onto the bed and on top of Koruma, bouncing as he pounded on Koruma's head with his small fists. "Up! Up! Up!" Koruma erupted from his blankets, pushing the child onto the end of the bed in a playful manner. "I'm up! Stop it else you're gonna pound me into mush."

"That's cus you a wus Kor. And I'm gonna steal you're portion." The child bounced off Koruma's bed and sprinted towards the door. Shaking his head, Koruma pulled on his clothes as quick as he could and made for the mad house that was the dining room. Hot, although slim, food awaited the orphans as they chattered excitedly about the first snow of the year. Koruma practically inhaled his portion as he made a mental list of everything he would need to buy. He had outgrown most of his clothes from last winter and was in desperate need of replacements. While his dark pants and cloak had been enough to keep him comfortable during the fall, they would do him no good in the coming season.

With breakfast finished, Koruma grabbed his purse and ran out the door. His dagger strapped to his hip and cloak to keep him warm, the teen ran through the snow stricken streets. Each step caused the light layer of snow to crunch beneath his feet as his legs pumped hard and fast. Each hard breath released a cloud of steam that swept past his cheeks. Koruma's arms pumped and he tried to keep his breath steady as he raced. Yet, despite himself, he slowed far sooner than he would have liked. His racing feet fell to a steady jog as he navigated through the familiar streets. Turning on his heels, Koruma made for an alley that would provide a convenient shortcut to the seaside markets. The snow completely foiled his plans and Koruma went sliding into the side of a house. He didn't even have enough time to brace himself as his shoulder struck the corner and sent Koruma sprawling onto the ground.

Laughter came from behind him as his knees and shoulder stung from the blow. Shaking his head, Koruma scrambling to his feet with the aid of a nearby barrel. One quick check to make sure he still had his purse, and Koruma was off again. Thankfully, the cold had kept many of the miscreants inside and the crowd was thinner than usual. Merchants called out to those who passed by, trying to entice people to grab their wares. Koruma knew exactly where he was going and made straight for the clothing. The sound of barking dogs made Koruma pause, but the chill was enough to keep him from stopping.

Fifteen bells later, and Koruma happily carried a makeshift package in his arms. He had found a fir-trimmed, course wool jacket that was large enough to sustain his growth over the winter. Koruma wore his new wool cap, grateful for the protection of his frigid ears. His new wool pants were also wrapped with the jacket and his boots rested on top of the pile. Everything was in an unenthusiastic brown color, but at least it would keep him warm. The teen was practically humming to himself as he started his return trip when another bark caught his attention. Koruma froze, his ashen eyes sliding over the form of several young dogs and their seller.

His first thought was on how big they were. All three dogs were large. Not big enough to ride per say, but certainly of a fair size. All three were various combinations of tan, grey, and brown. One in particular caught Koruma's attention and he couldn't help but take a step towards the dogs. The vendor smiled, a wide and crooked gesture that should have warded Koruma off. "They are wolves. Raised 'em myself from pups that I caught in the wilds, see. Nine months old and ready for a new master. Each one knows it's name and will learn to love ya after a few feedin' session. They makes good guards too. "

Koruma bit his lip as his chest tightened. Noven said he would help convince Jillene and Red Wolf promised to help him train any animal he picked. But... "I don't have that much money, sor-" Koruma turned to walk away, but the man shot his hand out. "Hey, hey! C'mere boy, you didn't even ask how much theys were. Look, I'll even make yous a special deal. Fifty gold mizas fer a pup and I'll throw in the leash and collar for free. Yous practically robbin' me at that price."

He had it. He had that money. Koruma had been hording away money for years in preparation for the time that he would move out on his own. He had the money. Ashen eyes fell to one of the wolves and he couldn't help but fall in love with her. Her brown eyes practically gleamed like moonlight underneath her brows. She had grey fur on her back that formed a cap over her head, yet her muzzle was the same cream color that covered her legs and belly. Each brow was dotted with a creamy spot. Her ears were a darker color, almost black. As if on cue, she gave Koruma a whine and licked her lips as she shifted her weight and wagged her tail.

"Fine." Koruma felt a hole burn in his pocket as he carried his new outfit awkwardly in one hand and the wolf's thick leather leash in another. Moon walked with him, her ears flicking back and forth as she glanced around at the market. Koruma took her back to the orphanage just long enough to drop of his purse and supplies. After a quick change into his winter garb, he grabbed the leash and headed for where Red Wolf had said she lived.

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The Wolf with Brown Eyes (Fallon)

Postby Fallon on December 31st, 2014, 10:39 am

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The Quay was cold. Fallon had set her jaw into a line, her cheeks sucking in the cold air before she exhaled. Hands were gloved, the cloak and tulwars discarded for movement in this important task. Besides, it would only get in the way she reasoned as she hoisted the shovel up onto her shoulders. There was the pawing snort of Orvin as she moved, the wolf curiously prodding at the snow before wading his way through it. She left him to it mainly, knowing he would not wander too far from the human pack. Raising a curious eyebrow she let the steel edge of the shovel clatter against the ground - testing it as she looked about.

Work, for the moment was quiet and whilst the wintry season had swept right in it did not mean there was time for being lax and resting. Appearances had to be kept up, and if that meant she had to shovel off snow then so be it. There was a mutter over the health benefits over such partaking an activity, but it quickly died down. Starting by scrapping away the slush at the front door, she shovelled it to one side. Scraping, dumping, it was a mindless task that needed to be done. Patting the edges of the mound, Fallon begun the slow process of working outwards, carving a path onwards towards the gatehouse. Orvin gave a bound back over, quicker this time as he dashed through and promptly settled himself in the cleared space. The leader of the Scars gave a sigh, shaking her head as simply stared back at her, "Dang it Orvin. Pay for you to have thumbs instead of just lying there."

He gave her an apologetic whine in response, fur bushed out in the cold but his ears otherwise up right. How he could stay in such a space near unmoving in this climate was beyond her. Already she was feeling the tingling urge to keep on moving or simply cease up. Metal scraped against earth, a hunching over as she knocked aside the thickening layer. Snorting, she gave a lift tossing the snow to one side once more and took another step forward to the next patch. A couple of feet from the door turned into many, nearing a dozen before Orvin begun once more to make a move.

This time however, it erupted from his throat in the form of a growl. Pausing she watched the expression, his ears flattening down, his jowls twitching as he stared onwards towards the gate. Something had obviously caught his attention, and whilst she paused she straightened. Her hand rested upon the top of the shaft, the rest digging into the snow surface. Her right however reached round to her back, fingers curling around the hilt - it seemed that paranoia was beginning to finally settle in. Her lips gave a twitch, ears twitching as the wolf stood and came over - eyes staring intently as the others came into view. Fallon sighed and relaxed, "Little Pup Koruma."

Orvin gave a glare, weighing up the stranger and the pup before once more dipping round behind Fallon. Slinking until at last he wriggled his nose between her stance and peered sheepishly out from between her legs. Ears went flat, the head low as he snuffled and remained in his believed area of safety. Fallon sighed and gently petted his crown, a low hum escaping as she did, "So what brings the pup to the wolf?" Her eyes gave a flicker to the young dog - pretty little thing that she was - , then back again, "Did you need something from me? Business? Or... something of the Scars?"
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The Wolf with Brown Eyes (Fallon)

Postby Dravite on August 2nd, 2015, 10:46 pm

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  • Observation: recognising when pets sense intruders


Notes: Sneaky, I like the way you fit those hidden skills in. Let me know if you think I have missed anything here and be sure to edit your grading request!

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