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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 5:34:57 GMT
The individual struggles to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe
Nootau High School was a place of subtle familiarity to the wolf that pit-patted down the decrepit halls. To many, the broken desks and scattered chairs would be eerie and surely not conducive to feelings of comfort, but the large canine was obviously on a swift and determined mission. ”WHERE’S THE DAMN NURSE’S OFFICE?” The shrillness of her thoughts were unrivaled. Riatha had just become a freshman when shit hit the fan, and she had never actually been to the nurse’s office. But it could have what she needed, and the scarceness of the material would have her in a state of constant panic until she found it. Anyone versed in animal body language may have cited her panic in the rigidity of her body, the pricked and forward ears, or the consistent sniffing at nothing in particular – after all, it wasn’t like her prey had a scent. Even amongst the shattered windows and ajar entrances, the breeze offered little relief from the summer mugginess that hadn’t quite dissipated in the night. Riatha had no clue what time it was, but the sun had just set and her vibrant crimson fur was a dull glow in the darkened building. Turning a corner, Riatha paused just long enough to scratch her ear before scampering down the long, black hallway. She was obviously unafraid, and it was equally obvious that her disregard for danger could be both a blessing and a curse.
”YES!” Her victory cry slipped out in a serious of barks and whines, and in her rush her nails slid uncontrolled across the linoleum floors. Her rump hit the ground for a fraction of a second before she propelled herself into the room labeled ”Nurse”. Unkempt cabinets were in disarray, and paper – full of now useless information – created a slippery mess that she tore through as soon as she made her messy entrance. Riatha was reminiscent of a dog searching for treats: standing on the furniture, digging at piles on the floor, and tugging at drawer handles with her teeth. ”OH COME ON”, she thought, sitting on the ground with a force amplified by her frustration. Eyeing the drawers, she realized that they were the sort with a switch to push in – a job for opposable thumbs. It wasn’t that Riatha was uncomfortable in her human form, but she was much more comfortable as a canine in light of the world’s dangers. It offered her a greater level of protection, and took away some of her dangerous unpredictability. As a wolf, she could perceive the world with much greater accuracy. Smells were far more descriptive, and she could hear the scratching of mice in the wall as she sat there. Riatha sighed; it seemed there was no choice.
Shifting back into her human form, the most notable thing to a potential bystander would have been her nakedness, and then perhaps the stark blue markings down her side. In truth, Riatha was ridiculously comfortable in her body, and she was silently pleased that there was no clothing to cling at her skin in the humidity. Grabbing the drawer handle, the rusted metal proved to be more difficult than expected. Bracing her body, she threw her weight backwards. She was, expectedly, quickly frustrated. “ARE YOU SERIOUS.” Her thoughts became words, shouted and echoed in the dark, emptiness of night. They were rivaled only by the buzzing cicadas. Riatha spoke in shouts about as often as she talked normally. Picking up the paper weight she had earlier knocked on the floor, she threw it with force at the drawer, putting a markedly large dent in the thin metal. “I JUST NEED SOME f***ing TAMPONS.”
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Post by Zephyr Wolf on Aug 13, 2017 5:46:15 GMT
Zephyr was no stranger to the struggles of getting by without modern amenities. However things like sketchpads and colored pencils were not exactly prime targets for most scavengers and for his new friend Nyla, he knew they would be a prize. And the high school seemed like a good place to look.
What he had expected was a few mutated animals. What he found was a normal-ish looking wolf wandering about in a very unwolf-like manner. He chose to ignore it, or her rather, as his currently improved sense of smell indicated, as she wasnt showing signs of being a threat. But then he heard distinctly human shouting. And crashing. None of which typically meant anything good in this strange new world.
He skittered into a wall in his hurry, and looked through the door, still moving. What he saw caused the young man to instinctively close his eyes, which, when running at full speed, using partial shapshifting to increase strength and thus speed, is generally a bad idea. He slammed into the far wall with enough force to crack the cinderblock wall, and several of his ribs as well.
"Ow. Ow."
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Post by Charlie Grey on Aug 13, 2017 23:40:22 GMT
----- Charlie ----- tag: @tazira & Zephyr Wolf // words: 290 // notes: Late The moonlight shone dimly through the windows, which were few and far between as Charlie wandered the halls of the high school. It was incredibly difficult to walk in the low light and she repeatedly tripped over debris. Sighing, she pulled out a small flashlight and clicked it on. She wasn’t keen on using the thing often because she only had so many batteries and the light could attract...unwanted visitors. It was only for emergencies, but this seemed to be one. If she wasn’t careful she’d end up breaking a leg.
Charlie continued on, shinin the light ahead of her and avoiding obstacles with ease. She had a new mission now, finding the nurse’s office. All that tripping and stumbling had left her legs scratched and bruised. Looking closely, Charlie searched for familiar landmarks and eventually a room caught her eye. It was her old english class, that meant she was close. She kept her guard up, having heard a sound down this hallway moments earlier. Charlie closed the distance between herself and the door, peeking in. The beam of her flashlight illuminated a figure in the room and Charlie stepped into the room to get a closer look. Immediately, her entire face went red and a hand flew up to cover her eyes.
“Uh, hope I’m not interrupting anything. Sorry to just barge in. I’ll uh, just leave.”
She took a step backwards and immediately slipped on a small pile of papers. Falling back and landing on her tailbone.Charlie kept her eyes squeezed shut and she tried to pull herself up, but slipped again.
“Well, this is quite embarrassing. “
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2017 1:15:14 GMT
The individual struggles to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe
Riatha wasn’t painstakingly observant to begin with, so when a complete stranger came sliding into the room she instinctively jumped and screeched in abrupt fright. He was much larger than her, but her shock was a basic reaction and hardly at all defensive. Not to mention, the encounter seemed to have left him worse for wear. ”YOU ASSHOLE YOU SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH.” She screeched, throwing her arms up into the air in exasperation; obviously not at all concerned with why he felt the need to run into the room blind. It didn’t matter, seeing as she didn’t have any clothing anyway. While shifting into a wolf was her preferred form, it wasn’t always the most practical. She couldn’t carry around jeans and a tank top, so it was all left behind in the possession of the rest of her small familial group while she wandered off at night. The only way to curb his obvious discomfort was to shift back, and there was no way she’d manage to open the file cabinet with paws. As the epitome of an insomniac, nighttime could be utterly boring, but it also meant that she had far more hours in her day than the rest of the population. Tonight, she used them wisely...at least, so she thought.
Riatha paid him little more than a few moments consideration before returning to the rusted (and now dented) file cabinet with short and determined tugs. ”I mean HONESTLY, what kind of bull…” her tone trailed off into silence for a small second before she was abruptly disturbed again. A beam of light illuminated her pale body in the dark, and as she turned to peer into the blinding flashlight the drawer popped open and sent her sprawling backwards towards the female stranger. For all of everyone else’s embarrassment, Riatha was focused and not at all bothered by the fact that her long red hair was beginning to frizz in the humidity – or, of course, that she was utterly naked. Scrambling to her feet, she rummaged in the cabinet for a few moments before shouting ”AHA.” and holding her prize at length above her head. It consisted of three super tampons, wrapped in white plastic with a green strip around the top. Not enough for an entire flow, but definitely a huge find for when the crimson tide showed up in the days coming. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, and she looked at both of the strangers with skepticism and a newfound defensiveness. Bringing the tampons to her chest, she clutched them tightly, ”They’re mine.”
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Post by Zephyr Wolf on Aug 14, 2017 1:34:57 GMT
Zephyr managed to overcome his embarrassment, and while he still made sure to keep his eyes at face level and higher he was at least now able to converse, and walk without killing himself thanks to some fancy new whiskers, which he hoped Charlie couldn't see, since, while she knew about his Domestication ability, he tended to keep his shape shifting close to his vest.
"Umm, this is about Tampons? i ah, look this is really awkward...but...did you see a wolf near here? Its why i was here."
Absolute lie, but a believable one since he was known to seek out animals for the Dragoons. He glanced at Charlie, as if to say 'see my eyes are where they belong'.
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Post by Charlie Grey on Aug 14, 2017 11:26:26 GMT
----- Charlie ----- tag: @tazira & Zephyr Wolf // words: 360 // notes: TO EARLY TO BE AWAKE A screeching noise filled the halls moments before Charlie had entered the room and peeking through her fingers she saw that there was a young girl in the room. She was a very naked, young girl and Charlie immediately squeezed her fingers together. Sure, she was a huge flirt, but when it really came down to it she couldn’t follow through. She’d never seen anyone naked before well, no one besides herself. Her entire face felt like it was on fire and she was sure that any moment now she’d burst into flames from embarrassment.
“I don’t, don’t know what you have, but you can ke-keep them. Please just, put some clothes on”
Charlie was about to bolt when a familiar voice reached her ears. Lowering her hand, she eyed the man across the room and sighed. It was him again the old man was everywhere it seemed. Even though this was only the second time they’d met, Charlie wasn’t used to seeing anyone twice who wasn’t part of the settlement. Careful to avert her eyes, Charlie stood and braced herself against the wall. Using her foot she slid some of the papers around, creating a small path.
“Well well Old Man, looks like we meet again.”
She gave him a once over as she stepped closer and shook her head at the look he gave her; making the “I’m watching you” gesture with her fingers. Charlie cleared her throat and turned to face the redhead in front of her with a polite smile; doing her best to keep her cool.
“Apologies for the intrusion ma’am. I assure you I’m not here to steal from you. I just wanted some bandages for my legs.”
She pointed her flashlight at the numerous scratches running up and down her legs and the few on her arms. Then, not knowing what else to do, she extended a hand in greeting, introducing herself as she did so.
“My name is Charlie it’s lovely to meet you.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2017 15:36:04 GMT
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Riatha couldn’t help but chuckle openly at their blatant discomfort. It wasn’t that she was immune to embarrassment, but she found that very little bothered her – particularly when it came to innate things, such as nakedness. This may have been due to how often she frequented the form of a wolf, and truthfully spent many hours of the day completely void of clothing. It was different to onlookers to be sure, but to her she was naked either way and had become desensitized to the feeling. Not to mention, it was a much preferred state in the stickiness of mid-summer. Clothes got damp and troublesome, so she preferred not to bother with them when at all possible. She couldn’t help but cast a glance of skepticism at the man, not altogether comfortable with the fact that she was being looked for, even if he didn’t know that she was the goal of his search. Hunters and scavengers were common in this new world, and only slightly less of a threat to her. There was no indication that she was human when she shifted, since she lost the ability to communicate to people. Her bright red fur wasn’t typical of the genus, but there were plenty of animals roaming around that looked nothing like their natural self. Riatha couldn’t help but muse over the fact that, dead, she’d probably make a decent meal – and a pretty winter coat. It made her far more uncomfortable than her nakedness.
”Nope. Haven’t seen one. What were you looking for a wolf for? They can be dangerous you know.” It wasn’t a complete lie, seeing as she hadn’t looked in a mirror when she was scampering through the desolate high school hallways. Riatha didn’t know him, and the idea of being tracked wasn’t a pretty one no matter who he was. ”Ought to leave them be.” Shifting her gaze to Charlie, Riatha frowned quizzically at the plethora of scratches and cuts. She had her own from her various adventures into the woods and thickets. Luckily, wolf saliva was a fantastic wound topical, and she found she healed moderately faster in general. ”What’d you do, run into a cactus?” It was typical for Riatha to be this kind of abrasive, but it was rarely meant to be as offensive as it sounded. The two obviously knew each other, and for some reason Riatha completely glossed over introducing her own self. ”Sorry Charlie,” she paused to chuckle again, ”I don’t have any clothes. What I do have is a file cabinet.” Riatha stepped aside and motioned with her free hand to the cabinet, which was completely up for grabs as far as she was concerned.
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Post by Zephyr Wolf on Aug 14, 2017 16:12:33 GMT
Zephyr rubbed his face. It wasnt so much that being called old bothered him much, it was that being called 'old man' while in the presence of a naked girl was...wrong somehow.
"Look, I'm Zephyr, I'm the guy they call when they want to remove an animal WITHOUT killing it. I have the ability to tame Maras infected animals. As for dangerous, well, I'm not really concerned. I've got a rat with healing powers, and somewhere around here is a fox that bursts into flames. You should watch out for her, shes grumpy."
He made sure to keep his eyes up, even when Charlie was obviously showing the wounds to her legs.
"I ah, Have some bandages in my pack. And if you dont mind using pads, i use them for first aid, so i have two of those. If its Tampons you want, i think the pharmacy might still have some, last i knew no one had bothered with the dry storage for the regular stuff. And i can break locks pretty easily."
Pretty much anything broke easily when you chilled it to the point the molecules became brittle...
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