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Post by Sea on May 29, 2008 17:59:20 GMT -5
"Ok," said San. She was silent for a few moments.. the moments spanned to minutes.. she was silent! Amazing! She was quitely looking at the rock crab, and had placed the jar of dirt in her pocket again. Suddenly, she thought of 'Remember the Titans' and their night-long jog through the forest. She began to sing quietly. "Na-na-na-nah... na-na-na-nah... hey-hey-hey.. gooood-byee....." She repeated this, and sang it slowly and softly. She was strangely calm.
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Post by demonfire on May 29, 2008 20:32:40 GMT -5
Matt hushed San as he thought he heard something. His ears seemed to perk up at a low sound, and it sounded like only one thing: flowing water. "This way," Matt said as he moved his head off of his makeshift path. He pulled out his knife with his free hand and made slashes along the trees, showing the way back for him. He took a deep breath of relaxation as he reached the flowing liquid like it was some undiscovered gold.
Matt bent down at the water's edge, now having released San, removed his mask, and gave his face a refreshing splash of water. He licked up any water around his lips before cupping his hands and taking a drink that way.
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Post by Sea on May 30, 2008 6:02:40 GMT -5
San simply crouched down on her knees, and leaned over to lap up the water as cats do. When she had drinken enough, and sat, kneeling beside the water. Her eyes were transfixed upon the water. A silver flash.. A splash, and the sound of flopping on the ground. San proudly paraded her caught fish over to Matt. "Can we make a fire? I don't like sashimi or sushi. I like my fish cooked."
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Post by demonfire on May 30, 2008 15:24:13 GMT -5
"Go get the tinder, then," Matt said plainly as he put his gas mask back on. He got up and dusted dirt and small remnants of plants off of his pants. The Brit honestly had no clue what sashimi or sushi was, so he could only assume it was oriental. "I'll be right back," Matt said as he jogged away from the small area, searching for a meal that he could eat in private, meaning he had lost to the lupine urge to eat.
His eyes returned to the bluish-silver, slit form as they refined and focused, and his ears were quite ready to hear a pin drop. Matt was ready to leap upon the first thing he heard, which happened to be a squirrel that was searching for where it had hidden its nuts. The lycan silently unsheathed his knife and held Canine in a killing position.
He leaped at the little rodent with an enhanced speed, but the creature darted away to a nearby tree before he could catch it. Matt's knife left his hand as he threw it at the little being, pinning it against the tree. The rest of the details don't need to be explained, as Matt returned to the campsite after cleaning his face off of any residuals and polishing his knife.
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Post by Sea on May 30, 2008 21:18:00 GMT -5
At camp, San had a roaring fire. Fish bones were strewn about, and San was over next to a bush. She had a pile of blackberries next to her; she had been picking them, but now she was eating honeysuckle. She had been distracted from the berries, and was savagely tearing through the bush, in search of more nectar. Her eyes glittered, and she popped a blackberry in her mouth to calm her sweet fix a little. Finding another bunch of honeysuckle, she plunged into it, her hands moving throw, breaking stems, bringing flowers to her mouth. She purred wildly. She then clawed through the bush in search for more, but in the time it took to look, her hunger for the sweet was satisfied, and she picked up her berries and went to sit on a log. She dropped a berry in the fire, and watched it bubble and burn, laughing to herself quietly. The scent filled her nose, and she purred happily. She dropped in three more, her pupils wide with interest.
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Post by demonfire on May 31, 2008 13:17:30 GMT -5
"I see you've been keeping busy," Matt said as he saw the burning berries and the picked honeysuckle. He sat down on the same log and simply watched the fire burn. Memories of a London winter flooded his mind; nostalgia completely overcame his being. Even he shivered a bit, even though the weather at the moment certainly didn't call for it. When he realized what he was doing, he started counting the fire's crackling. One...two...three...
((Meh, short))
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Post by Sea on May 31, 2008 13:21:12 GMT -5
"This reminds me of New York. When I was a kid, me and my friend Martin hung out with the hobos one winter night.. we got to it around a trash can fire and everything," said San, poking the fire absentmindedly. She popped another berry in her mouth. "Would you like a berry?" She held out one of the riper ones to him, it was black and fairly large.
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Post by demonfire on May 31, 2008 13:36:22 GMT -5
Matt lifted up his gas mask for a moment while he grabbed the berry. He put it heartily into his mouth and savored the flavors as he put his gas mask back down. "Thanks, mate," he said. "Reminds me of the time when I was squattin' in some old flat," Matt said. The memory was a pretty general one considering how many times the lycan had squatted in old apartments that were no longer in commission.
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Post by Sea on May 31, 2008 14:20:31 GMT -5
San grinned at being called 'mate.' She continued to gobble up blackberries. "How long have you been at Twilight Moon Academy?" she asked. She offered him another blackberry, still poking the fire. The stick she was using caught fire, though, and she held it up with fascination. She swished it about in the air, but the fire came near her hand, and she doused it in the stream quickly. She looked at the ashen stick with regret, and threw it behind her. Another squeak, another squirrel bit the dust. She had really odd luck with throwing sticks.
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Post by demonfire on May 31, 2008 15:29:03 GMT -5
Matt repeated the process of lifting his gas mask, grabbing the berry, and stuffing it into his mask. "Dun' know," he said in-between bites of the sweet fruit, "I have'nt kept count." He had only the slightest clue as to what the month was when he got here, and thus had no clue as to what the date was now. Dates weren't very important to the lycan, just times and the like. "A bit o' a pyro, then?" he asked with a friendly teasing hinted.
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Post by Sea on May 31, 2008 15:38:33 GMT -5
"I suppose you could say that. It's just so fascinating.. have you ever put one of those cheese goldfish in a fire? It's awesome... it start to blacken, then it catches fire.. then it turns white and cracks... it's pretty cool. And celery.. they just disappear." She threw another berry in the fire, the scent filling her nose and making her breath in deeply, sighing with the joy of the sound. She passed him another berry, before popping three in her mouth.
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Post by demonfire on May 31, 2008 15:44:44 GMT -5
"I don't like wastin' food," Matt said, plain and simple. It was just one of his quirks--like his need to count bullets fired or his fascination with Egypt. Some things couldn't have been explained; they just had to be accepted. And, true to his word, he repeated his process and ate the berry he had been offered. Hypocritical wouldn't be a word to define Matt; the lycan would constitute the extreme opposite end of the spectrum.
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Post by Sea on May 31, 2008 15:48:47 GMT -5
San shrugged, and continued to eat berries. She looked over at the stream. Her eyes glittered, and she stood up. She walked over to it, and kneeled by the edge. Her body began to become slimmer, furrier, different shapes. Her tail become wider, and her ears shrunk and rounded off, and her body became smaller, her face growing a muzzle. She was an otter. She slipped into the water and began to splash about, making little otter sounds happily as she chased fish.
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Post by demonfire on May 31, 2008 16:02:36 GMT -5
Well...girls becoming otters was quite...new to Matt. For a moment, he was shocked, and it was well plastered upon his face, like a New Age artist splattering paint over a canvas. Soon, though, he remembered the voyage over here: the spirit-infested waters, the dragon-man, and Satonaro--the man with the endless sleeves. Girls transforming into otters should have been a cakewalk compared to M40s coming out of old men's sleeves. "Got quite the sweet tooth for fish, eh?" he asked.
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Post by Sea on May 31, 2008 16:08:21 GMT -5
San barked a little in reply, and she playfully splashed some water at him. She then dove back under water, and came back up to look at him. She swam through the water like quicksilver, and would occasionally splash some water at Matt. It seemed she was trying to invite him for a swim. She swam about in circles, barking joyfully to him. She had an otterish smile on her furry face, and her fur was plastered to her body as she swam about.
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