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Post by Tahoma on Jan 28, 2010 23:41:15 GMT -5
Quetzal. Bright and elegant. Bubbly and carefree. That's who she was. What she was.
The lithe little wolf danced along the edge of the meadow with light paws and a wolfy smile plastered on her maw. Her eyes, today, in this light, reflected the more brown color in her coat, making her blend in with the woody, late maturing weeds of the meadow. The reeds and long blades flowed gently together in regions, as if a large child was running her hand across the field, hardly displacing the swaying foliage.
The young wolf, happy to be alive after a hard winter for her, hummed an ancient spring song in her head focusing on nothing in particular. What to do.
Quetzal didn't have a plan. She didn't organize her life into plans. She dreamed. Elaborate dreams. For a wolf anyway. So with her head in the clouds she made her way through the meadow, not really thinking of anything in particular, and wondering about everything at once.
...When Heavy Wings Grow Lighter...
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Post by Saosin on Jan 29, 2010 14:35:56 GMT -5
N Ó Q U I [/color] 
It was all birds and bees and flowers and trees until the tiny, fuzzy brown field mouse scurried out from some hidden liar beneath the blossoming frondescence, no doubt with world domination upon his mind. Well Nóqui would have none of it, not for an instant. The end was near, and with the world hanging in the balance of his actions he pounced. No power hungry, destruction crazed rodent would rule this world or the next, if he had anything to do it. But wait! The audacious little varmint was not beneath his large creamy paws as they should be, staring wide eyed in shock at the fall of his dominion. And there it went! Fleeing to the side and under a tussle of reeds that blew haphazardly in the trickling afternoon breeze. Well Nóqui followed, with all the half clumsy steps he could muster as he twisted up into the air for another pounce. The entire ordeal was likely one of the most comical things anyone had ever seen. For you see the lengthy sinews of prairie grasses were fall taller than the young wolf’s head, and so as he pounces here and there in pursuit of his prey, all that could be seen with the spontaneous leaps of a slimly built lupine tossed strait up above the sea of green only to disappear once more until another leap brings him into the light of day.
His energy seemed limitless, and there was a sparkle of amusement and pure play that emanated from him. But all of a sudden the leaping ceased, and nothing save the gentle brushing of grasses upon one another could be heard until a small black nose appeared above them, nostrils working upon the air with a curious intent. And then it was gone in a flurry of movements as Nóqui shot westward towards the peculiar aroma of an unknown wolf not very far from his current location.
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Post by Tahoma on Jan 30, 2010 2:40:11 GMT -5
Quetzal wandered along as before with her head in the clouds and her feet dancing. She began to weave subconsciouly in time with the tune she set her thoughts to making zig-zagged patterns through the meadow grass and foliage. The young wolf imagined herself on a secret mission. So secret not even she knew what the mission was. Just that she had to acccomplish...
Wait.
She stopped mid-stride and sent her nose to the air. What was that? Her ears pivoted to try and tune in to the sound she heard that had stopped her in her tracks. Food? Coming to her? Sweet.
Quetzal hopped to hide behind a nearby rock, where the high grass was taller because of the sloping landscape. Her tail still wavered and the weeds swayed with it, displaced again and again.
Her nose worked fervently and when she recognized the scent as that of a fellow wolf Quetzal's hazel eyes brightened with, what? Fear? Excitement? What? The real questions was what should she really feel.
Staying low behind the rock she tilted her head and waited. Who are you... Her tail twitched every now and then as she peeked her eyes just above the grass line so that her ears were very obviously perked above that. Watching. Waiting. Curious.
...When heavy wings grow lighter...
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Post by Saosin on Feb 2, 2010 11:53:58 GMT -5
Noqui N Ó Q U I [/color]
Nóqui didn’t know if he was coming or going truth be told, as he followed the labyrinth of tunnels through the swaying grasses in the footsteps of whoever had previously bent the pliable stalks to the side, away from one another. It was hard you see, even when following your nose, to direct yourself through such a tangled mess. One moment he could see exactly what he was doing, nosing his way to the right, then the left, a little hop then PLOP. He found himself tripped up in a small moist ravine with little more than a few inches of water passing through it, likely runoff from the melting snows of higher elevations. Scoffing at his now mud covered underside and with one rear foot now lodged within a thick pot of mud, he strained, throwing his entire body mass forward in order to dislodge it. It did not come quickly but with a slow impending “sloooop” and “splat” at the end, causing him to stumble forward a few feet. In truth, he looked an awful mess and as he shook himself out he looked more like a frazzled peacock then a wolf. The reality only mattered to him for a few passing seconds before his mind was back working again; you see he could never concentrate on anything in particular for long. There was too many things to do, and to many things to see, let alone all the scents to smell.
OH right! That wolf smell lingering just head, intrigue snapped his gaze into her direction, and though he could not see her or directly place her scent, he knew she had to be somewhere up ahead. Bounding forward, nose thrust upwards, he moved peculiarly, hardly watching where he was going, yet again, and trying to move going by scent alone. After a few trips and stumbled he had decided that was not the best plan of action. Keep your eyes on the road Nóqui! And so with a last ditch effort, completely tired of this grass forest hiding everything he wished to find, he raised on his hind limbs, much like a meerkat, and peered once more above the grassy canopy and found himself mere yards from the perked auds of the she wolf he had been pursuing.
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Post by Tahoma on Feb 5, 2010 21:29:34 GMT -5
Her fuzzy ears followed the sound of the approaching male as she crouched in her grassy camoflauge. The earthy scent from the terrain around her mingled with the faint tendrils from the male ahead, making her nose quiver, which in turn made her ears quiver, which in turn made the long fringes of foliage quiver.
Curious. Dangerous? With that thought pushed at the back of her mind, because let's face it, Quetzal was never one to assume the worst, she dared lift her eyes a little higher above the grass. The ocean of swaying meadow rolled out ahead of her, broken by uneven terrain and the occasional tree, and one ear twitched back as she realized she couldn't see him. Then the sky darkened as some great cloud rolled over the sun's light. Wait!
Quetzal watched the young male rise up on his back legs and immediately felt a twinge of mischief. Not caring, or really thinking about the consequences of her actions, Quetzal leapt up out of her hiding place and aimed squarely for his exposed torso. A playful glint danced around her eyes as she soared toward him, twisting at the last second to land in a playbow nearby, thinking better of her potential disasterous choice. After all, she didn't want to hurt him...
She sneezed as a dust particle made its way into her sinuses. Recovering, she shook her head vigorously. Who are you? Her tongue lolled as her eyes watched him. Quetzal's rump lifted high behind her and her flag waved high in the air, a clear invitation of play and curiousity.
...When Heavy Wings Grow Lighter...
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Post by Saosin on Mar 16, 2010 17:43:29 GMT -5
N Ó Q U I [/color]
WOAH! The sky had opened up and rained out a wolf, and a playful one at that. One moment he was looking at ears and the next he saw fur flying, body twisting, and his entire world toppling over as he rolled across the ground in anticipation of contact that in fact, never came. Gathering his wits about him, the young male scrambled from the dusty ground, meeting the female’s playbow with one of his own. His tail obnoxiously flipping from side to side as if taunting and teasing, his eyes showing a world of mischief that was mirrored by her own. Well well, what do we have here… perhaps a playmate to pass the day? She certainly had to be better company than the crows that he had chased all afternoon only to find that when running underneath birds… you’re likely to get pooed on. Twisting his skull as he shuffled half sideways towards her, front feet humping the ground anxiously as his muscles bunched, expecting her to pounce like a lion at any moment, he finally addressed her.
“I’m a bunny rabbit and I just popped out of that hole over there… you aren’t going to eat me are you?”
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Post by Tahoma on Apr 20, 2010 10:53:47 GMT -5
The summer sun lit up the meadow and bounced off of every blade of swaying grass and flower, reverbating its warmth and brightness to surround everything it touched. Her tongue lolled in her play bow position with her tail flagging and twitching in mock concentration.
Bunnies are tasty...
The young wolf tilted her head comically, as if thinking very hard about the proposition, her eyes slyly watching him with laughter dancing happily between them. In a quick second she leapt at him with a not-so-ferocious growl.
This game made a promise to certainly be more fun than hunting for insects in the tall grasses. They didn't happen to be tasty either. As she lunged forward her tummy growled to match her vocals and she laughed at herself internally. No no silly tummy. Not a real rabbit...
When heavy wings grow lighter...
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