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Posted: Jul. 19, 2006 - 5:34pm
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For Sarah and lil' ol' Sinistra. Hours upon hours spent with his nose buried in various shrubs and colourful plants with questionable intentions – what exactly had that burst of sunset-coloured magnificence by White Rose Lake wanted from him last night? - was starting to show on the cure-searching Strawberry. Several close encounters with ivy was starting to make him paranoid around vegetation of the darker green variety and keeping his nose but a centimeter off the ground at all times was taking its toll on his neck – it creaked like an abandoned tractor, as did his legs. Given that he'd been in motion for the past 48 hours, give or take the odd nap, it was hardly a crime that he felt slightly worn out. The day was nearing its end, and after a long day's scavenging in the most unthinkable places, the pile of collected plants and half-dead bugs had grown to an impressive size. Sunset was in its beginning stages when Chogan settled down next to his pile of potential cures, surveying the stack with narrowed eyes. It dawned on the pup the he hadn't yet devised a way of actually testing these plants – the adults wouldn't let him near the infected adults. In all honesty, he didn't really want to approach the likes of Deception with a mouthful of insects and leaves, demanding she try some and inform him of any changes that weren't to do with the consistence of her poo, which he imagined might change quite a lot. Squirrels, perhaps? They were hard to catch, but he'd only need one (and it had to have a strong heart) to test everything on. Either way, it was time to call it a day. Exhausted, he allowed his knees to buckle, flopping onto his side in the soft, sweet-smelling grass, eyes and mind still fixed on the darkening silhouette of his most recent findings. JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 | |
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Posted: Jul. 19, 2006 - 5:50pm
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 Blah blah blah, searching for cure, been many places, yada yada yada, absolutely nothing to show for it. That was the story was. That was what the story had been. For days. And days. It was like he was repeating the same twenty-four hours ad nauseum with only the territory being different: a day here, a day there, a day somewhere else. They all blended together now. Wonder he could remember where he had been and where he had yet to go. And it wasn’t even a particularly good story, because the ebony wolf was so completely clueless about what to gather and what to pass up that most of his chapters were spent bumbling around retardly — everyone else in the Valley probably thought he was sick, too. But he had no such excuse, so he went to Strawberry Fields instead. This was the second of the packs he had visited, practically following in Nymphe’s footsteps (he imagined, since she was supposed to be going to each of the neighbors and checking in on their statuses with the ongoing epidemic). The number of plants he had gathered in his prior excursions could be listed on both forepaws with some room left over — he was hesitant to pick up something that would only make matters worse, causing even more symptoms to complicate the matter. Or causing death. That would be a major big time oopsie. Today’s task was nosing around Strawberry Fields uninvited, but Sinistra didn’t cross the borders too flagrantly — he tried to skirt around the territory’s edge, pawing through strawberries and underbrush in search of anything remotely interesting, keeping an eye and ear out for anyone local who could tell him about how the residents were faring and whether they had figured all this out yet. Or he had been, until a particularly unique flower growing in the shade of a towering tree-like bush caught his eye. Taking a glance all around to make sure no one was nearby tos neak up on him, Sinistra started slinking under the large catacomb of growth towards the prized plant. Maybe he had something… | |
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Posted: Jul. 20, 2006 - 1:38pm
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I'm going to assume that the badly constructed castle of greenery Sinistra's interested in belongs to Chogan. If not, I'm sure it'll work out. =D At first, Chogan's mind was happy to disregard the dark outline of the trespassing alpha as a cloud of night-shy particles of making a brief stop-over in the Salvajes before continuing on their endless journey east. Before the looming shadow was close enough to distinguish between pup and pile, the sleepy cure scavenger had shuffled closer to his leafy collection, curling his body about its base in a way that would provide protection without the need for too much contact between his sensitive underbelly and less user-friendly plants. The weight of a hard day's work began to settle on his lashes, forcing him, millimeter by minuscule millimeter, to part with his ability to see. Fortunately – or perhaps not, depending on how things worked out – his nose remained (rather valiantly, considering the ordeal it'd been trough) on high alert. No sooner had Sinistra stooped to investigate the the flower in question than Chogan's eyelids retraced their path, flying back into his skull with enough force to bring his head up with them. The result was a wide-eyed, somewhat bewildered Strawberry Smaug fixing the alpha of Nova Mountain in an accusing stare, closely followed by a snarled: ”HEY DUDE,” His ears began to fall back, but actually getting up was out of the question – after all, this could all have been a misunderstanding, and he hadn't the energy to spare. "No touchy my green shtuffs." This post has been edited by Chogan on Jul. 20, 2006 - 1:38pm JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 | |
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Posted: Jul. 20, 2006 - 1:48pm
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It was a flower unlike any encountered elsewhere, which bode well because fate was like that: cures were elusive, always in the very last place, always extremely rare and sought after. Unfortunately, near as Sinistra could tell through the shadowy, confusing tangle of underbrush, there wasn’t a single fellow to the bud in sight. What if this was the cure and it was the only freakin’ one in the entire Salvajes? In the region? In the world?! That would figure. About the time an outstretched paw was about to thwap the flora and drag it closer, someone said something in alarm. In reaction, head shot straight up into the shrub and was decisively brutalized by a pair of offended branches before he was able to regain his wits, lower his head towards the ground and peer at whoever had spoken — and how the hell had he missed someone laying there? Sorry, he said, bewildered, looking from the young wolf — a pup, Sin was even more shocked to realize — to the green shtuffs which he was not, under any circumstances, touching. What’re you… er… doing? Please don’t tell me that the only other creature I’ve seen in this entire overpopulated pit of a Valley who is searching for a cure is a teenage dude, yo… | |
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Posted: Jul. 24, 2006 - 5:49am
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Chogan flashed the thieving trespasser a contemptuous glare – what did it look like he was doing, campaigning for squirrel rights? ”Duh,” he replied, wondering how this overgrown imbecile could be so out of touch with the goings-on of his own home. Before Sinistra could react, he reached forward and snatched the vibrant blossom out of reach, batting at it until it balanced on the very top of his pile. ”Searchin’ for cure,” he finished, getting to his feet and declaring with outmost pride, ”We had an office-ill meeting.” ‘We’ meaning a few ill-informed puppies who had gleaned something about finding a medicinal plant from hushed exchanges between the few remaining healthy adults. Suddenly, Chogan’s eyes narrowed into golden slits – he was searching for a cure, but what was this guy doing, taking liberties where they shouldn’t be taken? He inched forward, moving like a Masai Mara predator with lunch in sight. ”What’re you doing here?” he asked, opening one eye wider than the other and fixing Sinistra in an eerie, bird-like stare. ”Searching cure, eh? Eh?” A likely story. JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 | |
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Posted: Jul. 30, 2006 - 6:01pm
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The reproachful, impatient “duh” caught him even more off-guard: eyes squinted to take in this pup more closely, although an appreciative smile had developed on his features. The youngster’s reaction was foremost amusing because it reminded him at once of himself, and then a little less urgently of Kratina; and then, the weary leader’s mind slowly uttered to itself the realization that, indeed, the very first actively searching creature with whom Sinistra’s path had crossed since this all began was a teenage know-it-all. Well, the Novan mentally reasoned as the strange stranger leered forward at him suspiciously, he’s probably better at it than most of the idiots I’ve sent out a-hunting… Indeed, he imagined their idea of cure searching was walking around shouting “Oy, cure! Here cure! Come out, come out!” The thought was actually marginally depressing. Yup: searching cure, Sin confirmed matter-of-factly himself, regarding the juvenile with as much skepticism as the other was regarding him. And we’re the only ones, I think. Who’re you? | |
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Posted: Jul. 31, 2006 - 5:08am
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Yup: searching cure. Funny, how hearing his own words reiterated suddenly made Sinistra’s claim entirely plausible. Chogan shed some scepticism from his golden glare, allowing curiosity to fill the gap. If this yellow-eyed shadow was really cure-searching, then it made sense for them to cooperate and share. In a symbolic gesture, the pup averted his eyes and sought out the flower which Sinistra had shown interest in but few seconds earlier, buffeting it in the mountain Alpha’s direction. ”Okay,” he declared, looking rather more friendly when he raised his head to meet the visitor’s eye again, determination shining bright in his eyes. ”We helping each other, then. I’m Chogan. Wha’s your name? You got a farm?” The Farm. An inspired creation, possibly the most innovative thing Chogan could ever hope to create. Banned from seeking out affected wolves no matter how far their illness had progressed, the fledgling apothecary had been forced to test his cure piles on delirious rabbits, learning to recognize their symptoms before the disease became too much to bear and they passed away, off to frolic with other snack-sized critters in wolf-free lands. It wasn’t long before catching – and watching – one rabbit at a time had become to ineffective a method to continue, which was when Chogan had created The Farm. A sort of containment unit, bordered by piles of cures to be tested, where he would keep his rabbits and watch them either die or get better – so far, none had survived, and he was on to third generation test subjects. Maybe it would come in handy, he thought, eyeing Sinistra through the gloom. Speaking of: ”So…who’re you?” JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 | |
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Posted: Jul. 31, 2006 - 4:52pm
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OMG. The Farm. That’s great. XD Okay, the black stranger repeated to himself, gently breathing a sigh of relief. There wasn’t much damage the pup could cause to him physically, but the whole idea of a young Fields native screaming bloody murder about some weirdo trespasser trying to steal his best flowers was not in the slightest appealing. They would probably think Sinistra was sick and delusional: what other kind of moron would parade around on someone else’s borders and harass puppies? (That, the Alpha mused, took a special kind of moron indeed.) But it was non-issue now, as the youngster grew more friendly and had apparently forgiven this ill offense of attempted cure-stealing, if only for the moment. Although the idea of helping and being helped by a puppy was decidedly odd, Sin could think of no better assistance to have or give than from or to a child: really, their company was preferable to stuffy adults with stupid notions about how they could find purple stemmed flowers and save the world on a whim. Ahem. Oh yeah, the visitor said genuinely, shaking his head slightly but sadly, I’ve got a farm alright. A funny farm… The last bit was muttered more quietly, yet still audible (whether or not it made sense to Chogan was another story)… anyway… Sinistra, from Nova Mountain. Are there a lot of sick wolves here? | |
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Posted: Aug. 11, 2006 - 4:28am
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…A funny farm? Chogan frowned disapprovingly. Sure, if the farm inhabitants hadn’t been doomed it might’ve been quite entertaining to watch them run into walls and walk backwards, but knowing that none of them would survive the night made it less so. Dismissing the comment as something a novice farmer was entitled to say (not understanding that Sinistra, as alpha of Nova Mountain – something he hadn’t yet mentioned – might be referencing the state of his pack) – he reached into the pile and gingerly extracted a plain-looking reed. ”Come. I show you farm. Pick a flower,” he said, ducking out from the shrubbery and setting off at a casual run down a shallow slope. In the distance, a sanctuary of small trees rose up from the barren fields – saplings, judging by the thickness of their stems, but their roots had been reinforced with debris. ”Come!” the youth hollered, waving his chosen flora – incidentally, the one that would cure the valley – in hopes the sharp swishy sound would attract the charcoal alpha to follow. He could hear the test-subjects squealing in their pens, boxed in by heather and twigs, and pushed his ears as far forward as it would go. Prey or not, the sound broke his heart. JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 | |
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Posted: Aug. 13, 2006 - 8:28am
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Posted: Aug. 26, 2006 - 5:30am
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Sorry for holding this up. =) I suppose we should wrap up soon. Surreal wasn't the word Chogan would use to describe the sharp, agonized cries that pleaded with him to end the critter's unbearable suffering, be it by snapping their neck or finding their cure – towards the end, when they knew in their fluttering hearts that the damage was irreversible, the former seemed like the best option. But if they were going to die, the Strawberry though in his own defense, they might as well do it for a good cause. Head held high, he marched onto the premises and stuck his head in between two of the trees, motioning for Sinistra to do the same. In the shaded groove, bordered by tangled weeds and the occasional spray of heather, the squealing patients had been section off from one another. He waited until the alpha's head appeared within view and dropped the reeds into one compartment, hoping the test subject – a quivering, panting rabbit – had the strength in it to at least accept what could potentially be his last meal. ”This's a farm,” he declared, somewhat bitterly. ”I test 'em, see? Put weird plants and bark and flowers an' if they die it dern work, so I put it in 'nother pile.” Several piles were scattered about the enclosure, but a little further away lay one that matched his explanation – smaller than the others, with contents that looked half eaten. Discarded cures. ”Y'can try, if y'want,” he said, nodding towards a cell on Sinistra's end. ”Squirrel's not got summat yet. He bites, though.” JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 | |
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Posted: Sep. 06, 2006 - 6:53pm
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Yup. ^^As much as the scene was macabre, it was almost humorous the way the puppy explained his technique: stuff it down their throats, and if they die, it evidently wasn’t the cure. Quick and pointed without much sugar-coating — though the Strawberry didn’t seem to see the underlying amusement, he evidently thought it quite distasteful and would have much rather been off chasing butterflies for the fun of it, rather than to forcefully cram them down the nearest rodent’s esophagus and wait to see their reaction. | |
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Posted: Sep. 23, 2006 - 8:01am
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OOC Sorry about the delays - hope your move went well! :D I'll bow out of this thread now, but I'll wait to archive it until I know whether or not you want to reply. =) Good fun! IC “Your parents must have been medics.” Chogan shrugged – higher ranking wolves weren't giving specific duties, and if either Rayen or Midas had a special gift for medicine, neither had mentioned it. ”They were Gold Moon Forest alphas,” he said, editing out the sob-story for Sinistra's sake. ”I guess I just tried. I d'no anything about plants and stuff, really.” Except which ones definitely didn't work against this particular disease, of course. He regarded one of his patients with detached interest – it was weak, bound to be dead by morning, but that would've been the case even without interference from the budding jungle doctor of the Salvajes. ”You can use if, if y'want,” No use keeping it to himself – even with February's help, there was no way they would gather samples of every single plant-like life form in the valley in time to save the most affected wolves. But – he would have to deal with logistics in the morning. February had promised him a visit, and it was time for the Novan alpha to leave – or stay without company, if he so chose. He seemed like a reasonable fellow, and Chogan saw no reason why he shouldn't be allowed around Strawberry Fields if he could drop the name of at least one local when questioned. ”I'm gonna go now,” he announced, and offered a tired smile. ”Lotsa cures to try tomorrow. You can stay if y'want, but me an' Fei have got a lotta cures from here already. Bring stuff from home if y'want. Night.” With a polite nod, he ducked out of the enclosure and headed off at a leisurely trot into the night - Fei would be coming from Silver Creek, and if he was lucky he might catch her before she crossed into his home territory. JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 | |
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