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Posted: Jul. 31, 2006 - 3:56am
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Perfect. Chogan performed wolf equivalent of rubbing his hands together with utmost glee – lack of hands and no idea how to perform the action by other means mean that he didn’t do much other than smile pleasantly at a bunch of sticks, but in his head it had both looked and sounded a lot more calculating. Night was falling in Strawberry Fields – and everywhere else in the valley, for that matter, but that didn’t concern him – and the sky was on fire. Chogan was standing next to a small cluster of trees, leering triumphantly into the shadowy centre – bare ground, unable to support anything larger than a few tufts of grass and the occasional bush owing to the fact that a mere fifty centimetres or so below the ground lay a boulder, buried by time. By chance, trees had sprouted around it and created a little prison – or, as Chogan saw it, a farm. The idea had come to him earlier that day, when the pile of potential cures stacked beside his farm-to-be was only half the size it was now. He needed test subjects, but nobody was prepared to let him experiment on members of his own pack. Determined not to let his hours of scavenging for exotic plants go to waste, he had devised a plan – he would seek out ailing prey and, as a bit of community service, give them to the chance to recover (provided, of course, the wrong plant didn’t kill them). This was the first step – finding a suitable container in which to hold his test subjects. Golden eyes glanced about, flitting across the ground until it was swallowed up by horizon, then repeating the process in another direction. He would need to fortify his pen – but what with? JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 |
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Posted: Jul. 31, 2006 - 4:06am
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Posted: Jul. 31, 2006 - 4:17am
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Fate didn’t allow him much time to ponder before a white shape appeared, bumbling through the rich foliage of his home. Chogan’s ears stiffened, swivelling to aid his vision and sense of smell in identifying the unknown wolf. She wasn’t a Strawberry, was she? If so, she’d missed every pack meeting and hunt to date. Perhaps she was new? The second alternative seemed more plausible, because from the way the snowy female approached him and unabashedly spoke her name, questioning his actions in the process, she wasn’t the shy type. Chogan, torn between his duties to ward off intruders and want of company, just stared. ”Uerrr…” he grunted uncertainly, but her enthusiasm was contagious. ”I’m Chogan,” he greeted, thumping out a few deeply resonating notes with his tail. Cocking his head, curious to know he asked: ”You new?” An explanation for the pile and prison could wait – they’d have to get through introductions first. JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 |
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Posted: Jul. 31, 2006 - 4:26am
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Posted: Jul. 31, 2006 - 4:34am
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Chogan nodded – a plausible explanation. He made a mental note to caution her about entering another pack’s territory without asking for an invitation beforehand, either from a pack member in mutual lands or at the border itself – the young Beta didn’t really mind much, but he knew of adults who would kick up quite a fuss if they found out. Noticing her obvious curiosity regarding the peculiar arrangement of piles and the prison-like gathering of trees, he decided to skip the question-and-answer session about where she came from and why, instead focusing his attention on the little project he had secured for himself. ”This be a farm,” he declared, not without a note of pride in his voice – it was a good idea, maybe even good enough to impress the adults. ”See…” he continued, turning to face February again, ”Lotsa wolves get sick a’cause of water, an’ I wanna find cure, see…but I canna make wolves eat my cure, so I’ma gonna test it on rabbitses, right?” He shot a fleeting glance at one of the piles, rolling his eyes to indicate that there was a hell of a lot of cure to get through. ”So I gonna catch rabbits, put ‘em in prison, an’ test cures on ‘em. …y’wanna help?” Two heads are better than one – and the extra paws wouldn’t go amiss either. This post has been edited by Chogan on Jul. 31, 2006 - 4:36am JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 |
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Posted: Jul. 31, 2006 - 4:52am
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Posted: Jul. 31, 2006 - 5:04am
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A similar feeling swelled in Chogan’s breast when she eagerly accepted his proposition, transforming a one-wolf mission into a team effort. ”Come on,” he urged, barely able to contain his excitement – he scampered in a tight circle around his new partner in He arrived back where he’d started, planting his legs far apart and head raised in what he hoped was an commanding stance. ”No, gotta catch kinda sick ones, like…they look a bit confu’ss, runnin’ round in circles. If they stop runnin’, they die too soon, so we canna take ‘em.” He nodded in affirmation of his own words. ”First, gotta make it more diff’cult to ger’out! Les’go find twigs and things.” JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 |
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Posted: Jul. 31, 2006 - 5:14am
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Posted: Jul. 31, 2006 - 5:26am
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They worked like this for well over an hour, rushing between the farm and potential sources of building material like wolves on crack. When Chogan finally announced that they would not be requiring any more fortification, humidity had matted his fur and saliva dribbled from his open, panting mouth in long, shiny ropes. Twigs and bits of foliage now lay stacked around the shaded enclosure, some worked into the gaps between trees in patterns one might see in a wicker basket, but it’d been too much effort to continue indefinitely. Here and there, dirt was packed into the gaps to ensure as little wind as possible penetrated the rabbit corral – with any luck, the weather would be kind to them and the farm wouldn’t need too much maintenance. The triumph had breathed new life into Chogan’s fatigued body. He carried one final bundle of sticks towards its destination, head held high, tail – wet and artfully sprinkled with leaves and dirt – held high. ”H’kay,” he breathed, setting the bundle down and peering into the little hut. It was darker now – the sun had almost disappeared from view, and rabbits would soon start to pop out of their subterranean homes – healthy and sick alike. Turning back, he whispered to Fei, hoping the light breeze would carry his words. ”Time t’find rabbits, Fei!” This post has been edited by Chogan on Jul. 31, 2006 - 9:14am JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 |
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Posted: Jul. 31, 2006 - 6:04am
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Posted: Jul. 31, 2006 - 6:16am
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Feel free to RP the rabbit emerging, if you think it should. :) Chogan’s mind ventured back to that day, a stone’s throw from the Gold Moon Forest borders, when he’d first met Arsenio. He remembered having chased down a rabbit that same day, but when the two of them had rushed to admire the kill there was naught but tufts of fur and blood in the grass where the rabbit had lain. He wondered where that rabbit was now, if indeed it’d been granted new life as a zombie variant of its old self. Perhaps, the youth thought, arranging his sticks over a small gap in the fortifications, using teeth and paws to get it in the right place. He stood back to admire the work, exhaling deeply – things were going as planned. Behind him, Fei was approaching. After a brief session of battering ram (with Fei in the starring role) versus tired wolf, she settled into hunt mode, tearing off through the undergrowth in search of whatever had created the scent that lay thick on the ground. Chogan drew breath, sampling the night air. Rabbits were starting to emerge. "Chooo. What if the rabb'ts are sleeping?" Choo? The wolf in question cracked a grin – his first nickname, even if it sounded a bit girly. In response to her question, he replied; ”Don’t want sleepin’ uns, they’s know what’s goin’ on. Sick ones are kinda…kinda stupid.” Convinced that the farm was safe, he set off after her, putting ground behind him with long, graceful leaps until he was at the Creeker’s side, peering down into pitch black burrow. ”Maybe we can trick it?” he suggested, not sure how. ”What d’rabbits like? Leaves?” Wanting to test this theory, he put on a high, innocent-sounding voice and hollered into the ground: ”Leaves, leaves, beautiful leaves! Lots o’ them! Comes one, comes all!” This post has been edited by Chogan on Jul. 31, 2006 - 6:19am JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 |
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Posted: Jul. 31, 2006 - 6:40am
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Posted: Aug. 01, 2006 - 4:03am
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Fei seemed to decide that they had nothing to lose by trying, and it was first when similar words spilled in high, trilling tones from the Creeker's lips that Chogan could fully appreciate how absolutely ridiculous his idea had been. Two pups screaming incoherently about juicy leaves through the door of a dying rabbit's burrow was unlikely to coax it out for one last look at the sun – which, by this time, was tucked safely away and unlikely to rise again until the long-eared patient was well and truly dead (or cured, but it seemed unlikely). Chogan stared glumly into the darkened depths, unable to turn his attention elsewhere despite believing that their cunning plan had failed miserably and that they ought to go and find rabbits who were sick enough to leave their burrows without first sampling the air outside. If they had any sense, they would catch the scent of the two young farmers, whose bodily odours lay thick and fresh around the enhanced fort a few hundred meters back. Right, well, that hadn't worked – Chogan opened his mouth to admit defeat: ”Guess it di-,” And then it appeared. ”OHMAIGAWD.” Fei – understandbly – toppled to the ground, inadvertently pinning one of the rabbit's legs with her body. Chogan had been too shocked that the plan had worked to do much before that point, but returned to his senses in an instant, lunging for the scrabbling, wide-eyed patient-to-be with a triumphant squeal. As carefully as he could without losing speed, he snatched it up by the ruff of its neck and, feeling it struggle madly in his jaws, made plate eyes at Fei. ”C'MN!” he shouted, beginning to side-step towards the farm. ”'URRY U'!” JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 |
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Posted: Aug. 01, 2006 - 4:25am
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Posted: Aug. 01, 2006 - 4:42am
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Fei's exclamation of triumph and joy hit the air like fireworks behind him, and Chogan smiled through his catch – a little incredulously. He'd grown up with the notion that all and any idea formulated even in part by himself was doomed to fail – flight had evaded him, as had many a grand scheme to kill off every single mosquito in the valley. Needless to say, so many failed innovations had had its effects on his self-esteem, making this peculiar victory all the more special. Possibly the most laughable idea ever to cross his mind had worked. His could feel the warmth of his own blood coursing through every capillary, like the pleasant burning sensation brought about by swallowing just a small sip of a strong spirit. It felt good. She was a great girl – Chogan sealed his judgment of Fei with a nod to himself, and dropped the rabbit through one of the bigger gaps between bars of its new home, watching it regain breath and whatever sense was left. Surprisingly, it didn't seem to bothered with the sudden change of environment – it was dark and smelt of earth, and Chogan had been kind enough to heap leaves in one corner before the hunt for patients had begun. He watched with keen interest as the little critter (walking backwards now; a good sign that it was indeed doomed to die if they didn't find a cure) explore its surroundings, globe-sized eyes shining an eerie green in the failing light. Next to him, Fei pulled up with a second catch, adding it to the group through the same gap Chogan had. Hers was markedly less pleased to have been taken from its home, and began to head-butt – most likely without knowing what it was doing – the walls. The young Strawberry turned to what was no officially a New Friend, and grinned. ”Think so,” he agreed, nodding eagerly. ”Gotta get more – come ons.” He reared up and disappeared into the darkness, already hot on the heels of another potential test subject. JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 |
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Posted: Aug. 01, 2006 - 5:27am
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Posted: Aug. 01, 2006 - 5:43am
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The pen was beginning to fill up – the more rodents they caught (two or three mice could be seen scurrying along the edge of the enclosure, apparently blind and of course, utterly stupid), the better they got, and the rate at which creatures were thrown into the mix was increasing exponentially. Conversely, living conditions were plummeting, and after his sixth rabbit, Chogan didn't dart off to find another. The enclosure was alive with what sounded like whispers – there were so many of them now that Chogan could hear their breath. It was like being in the middle of a group of marathon runners, each breathing hard but at their own personal rate. The fledgling farmer paused to listen, watching shapes fumble in the darkness. ”How to test...” he murmured to himself, glancing at the silhouette of piles on either side of him. It was too dark to make out exactly what was in them, but it didn't matter – the cure could be something as simple as licking grass, so it didn't really matter what they threw in for the patients to nibble on. But how would they know who had eaten what? The issues of setting up a fair test were becoming apparent, and the fact that the thought had crossed his mind filled the fatigued Strawberry with pride – maybe he wasn't as stupid as Chena had made out, that day in Gold Moon Forest. ”Fei?” he called, swiveling – in the weak moonlight, it was hard to distinguish between a fallen tree-trunk and a body, so he hoped for moment – preferably from Fei, and a tree. JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 |
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Posted: Aug. 01, 2006 - 6:24am
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”Mmhm,” he replied, dividing his attention between Fei and the waiting piles of greenery – black, each item indistinguishable from the next, but he knew them like a father knows his sons; hours of sticking his nose in all the wrong places, getting scratched and burned and blistered had etched a every last plant into his memory, especially the bright, deceptively harmless ones. At last, the time had come to test them – with any luck, his efforts wouldn't have been in vain. The hybrid stretched creamy forelimbs out in front of himself, allowing his torso to sink to the ground whilst pushing his rump skywards, fluffy tail erect and hind legs on their tip-toes – a luxurious, much-needed stretch. When he returned to an upright position, he felt refreshed and ready for the trickiest part of the healing process: force-feeding a horde of rodents plants they wouldn't even look at under normal circumstances. ”How we gon' do this, then?” the question was directed at them both, as though voicing it might kick start his own brain – hunting was instinct, even if it involved singing leaf-based songs into burrows. He frowned, and began to pace, eying the most docile rabbit with keen interest – how difficult would it be to make it eat one of those pink flowers? ”We gotta force-feed 'em...but we needs to remember which'un we feeded what.” JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 |
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He nodded – a good idea, sensible, but something they ought to have thought of before filling the prison with psychologically unstable inmates. He wasn't sure how much of an effect their presence inside the pen might have – either the critters would ignore them completely and continue to go about their business bumping into walls and each other, or all hell would break loose. Was it a risk worth taking? Probably, unless they wanted to feed one patient each and get through the cures two at a time – not nearly fast enough. ”Alright,” he said said after a while, having considered their options as thoroughly as his mind would allow. ”We'll do your idea, gotta make little pens inside.” There were plenty of unused sticks and piles of discarded heather about, enough to section the rodents off from one another. ”..I guess we gotta go in? I will, if y'want..you gimme things to build with.” The largest gap was big enough to fit a pup-sized wolf, and both of them fit that bill. JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 |
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Whilst Fei raced back and forth between the crowded, noisy oasis and pitch black night, Chogan made slow progress into the former, squeezing his body through the saplings with utmost care – he didn't want to scare the patients, nor undo the pair's hard work by wrecking anything. When Fei returned after her final run, only the tip of his long, shaggy tail was visible, poking through like a twig with no sense of what a twig was actually meant to look like. The excitable Arctic wordlessly announced her presence – Chogan just knew to look back, and when he did he met the sky blue eyes of a dependable workmate. He grinned and uttered a 'shhh!' to indicate that they should not disturb the critters sleeping at his feet. Sickness and running about rather aimlessly for near an hour had burnt up their energy, and they were sleeping like babies, (conveniently) spread out across the trampled floor. On his tiptoes, Chogan swivelled to face Fei. The tail disappeared, and a wet black nose appeared in its place. ”Hand me bunch'a twigs an' heather an' things,” he whispered, stretching his neck out and parting jaws to indicate that she was to pass him material. ”Ah buil',” he continued, open mouth distorting the words. By his left hind paw, one of the rabbits was having a nightmare. Its sharp claws against his paw, kicking as though to escape from between a predator's jaws, made him flinch. The sooner they found a cure the better. JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 |
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Fei seemed to have decided that Chogan oughtn't be the only one to have all the fun, and rather than giving him the sticks to place she simply moved the pile and slipped in through another gap in the farm's wooden bars, taking material with her. Chogan was left to do the same, which he did – albeit grudgingly – plucking a few sticks and purplish fans of heather that he drew in with him, struggling to get the lot through the trees. Inside, Fei was already arranging, pushing rabbits into spaces and sectioning them off with twigs. Chogan did the same, building up a thick wall in the center so that neither pup would intrude on the others work. A second rabbit, comfortable where it lay and not wanting to be moved, sank its teeth into his lip – Fei voiced concern, but the bitten male shrugged it off – he could do far worse to that rabbit if he chose to. They worked quietly and with haste, building the walls high enough to reach Chogan's knee – under normal circumstances, any rabbit would've been able to escape, but these ones were special. The Strawberry watched one stir, gathering up his own limbs just in case it decided to strike. ”Fei?” he whispered, peeking over the barrier, ”Done?” JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 |
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”Yup,” he nodded, sweeping his gaze over the slumbering prisoners one last time before he too leaped out of the enclosure, lithe body appearing on the other side of the fencing without disturbing the structure itself. He trotted on for a moment, keen to rid his limbs of the frustration of not being able to move as they liked, as had been the case inside the farm. Golden eyes, the colour one might expect from an offspring of sun and moon, stared into the the black unknown. A few hours from now, his gaze would cover miles, but without the guidance of the sun it was like staring into a wall. A sudden noise pulled his head towards his flank, and on seeing Fei still standing by the farm his body followed suit, moving like an eel in water. It was time to distribute the medicine. Fei seemed to know this – she was already eying the piles through the darkness. ”Take anything – dunno what's gonna work,” he instructed, trotting up to the nearest pile and plucking a leafy stem from the very top; something he'd found in Wild Fire Forest, but the tree it came from had evaded him. ”I don't thinks they'll eat all 'o it, though...so we don't gotta remember where we put things.” JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 |
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Posted: Aug. 11, 2006 - 5:25am
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End soon? One more post should do it. Chogan, busy with less fancy plants from the piles he’d collected over the weeks leading up the creation of the farm, looked up in time to see the militant rabbit take a bite out of its tree-dwelling comrade. ”Crazy,” he said shortly, and picked his way across the farm to where the barrier had fallen between the two pens. Swatting the rabbit away with one paw (it ran straight for the wall and busied itself with the dense shrubbery, pawing desperately at its prison), he pushed the squirrel back where it belonged and restored the barrier to its former glory, plucking stray twigs from the ground with his teeth and threading them into pile until it looked secure again. The rabbit had fallen asleep again, and so had the squirrel. Chogan gazed at them for a minute, amazed at how quickly the disease could paralyze a creature normally so adept at escaping. The Farm would’ve been a piece of cake for them under normal circumstances. ”Now we gotta wait,” he murmured, keeping his voice low so as not to trigger any more violent reactions from the snoozing patients. Their voices had died down now – the majority had gone to sleep, but Chogan knew from watching them in the wild that it wouldn’t last long. Headaches and nausea would rouse them, and hopefully their lives would last long enough for them to save four wolf packs and their own kind by testing the cures. ”Sleep ou’side, come,” he motioned for her to follow and slipped through the trees, sinking to the ground with a long, satisfied sigh. Sleep was catching up fast, and his eyelids felt like pine branches did in the winter, when mountains of snow makes them look droopy and sad.”Thanks for helping.” JANUARY WLC START: 307 STRAWBERRY FIELDS MOTM SET BY MEHITABEL <3 |
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