- May 28, 2024
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Blue eyes are virgin to the mysteries that is twoleg architecture, you can only imagine the look of shock when he spotted the big, red structure in the distance. Light paws make quick work on the distance despite him being exhausted. For the past three moons he has done extensive traveling from the tall mountain peaks to the lowest valleys.
’There’s nothing for you here anymore… Ukalek.’ His mothers rasping final words to him while laying on her sick-nest. She was old and frail, dying what many of his group had considered to be an undesirable death. All of them would’ve quickly chosen to die in battle then to spend their final days old and sickly, Ylva had no choice in the matter, the illness had surprised them all and consumed her swiftly.
While leaving what he had known all his life frightened him, Ukalek had known his mother was right. That’s why he found the bravery to take on this journey in search for… a purpose. Maybe following the sun’s trail was idiotic and naive, maybe all this traveling had made him go bonkers, but he had to find direction in something. Find hope somewhere.
Paws kick up peat as he leaps onto the wooden fence. An impossible to ignore stench found its way into his nostrils, his face takes on an almost snarling expression in response. He’s smelled little worse, the only thing that he thinks in this moment that topped it was carrion and death.
’Baaa’.
Bleating, a noise he’s never heard before. Mismatched pupils shone with alarm and he hurriedly walks along the fence line. He was not scared, no, he was curious. In his adventures he had oddly not found much for fear- except when it was dark- instead he found wonder in exploring the world. So many sights and smells he would’ve never known if he had not left his birth-place atop the rocky hills.
The source of the low noise is a creature he’s never seen or imagined before. A tall- yet somehow stout creature with mounds of curly fur around its back. It reminds Ukalek of the cotton fields he’s passed through, actually, he wonders if it is in fact cotton instead of fur they grew.
He leaps down, not giving mind to his unknown surroundings like he should be. He expects his paws to land firmly on the ground but instead they slip and slide, he yelps as his legs give way and his jaw is thrown into the ground. Confused and covered in muck, he realizes he’s land straight into a mud patch created by a recent storm. Grumbling he struggles to stand up, his paws unable to find traction to pull himself out from this mess.
’There’s nothing for you here anymore… Ukalek.’ His mothers rasping final words to him while laying on her sick-nest. She was old and frail, dying what many of his group had considered to be an undesirable death. All of them would’ve quickly chosen to die in battle then to spend their final days old and sickly, Ylva had no choice in the matter, the illness had surprised them all and consumed her swiftly.
While leaving what he had known all his life frightened him, Ukalek had known his mother was right. That’s why he found the bravery to take on this journey in search for… a purpose. Maybe following the sun’s trail was idiotic and naive, maybe all this traveling had made him go bonkers, but he had to find direction in something. Find hope somewhere.
Paws kick up peat as he leaps onto the wooden fence. An impossible to ignore stench found its way into his nostrils, his face takes on an almost snarling expression in response. He’s smelled little worse, the only thing that he thinks in this moment that topped it was carrion and death.
’Baaa’.
Bleating, a noise he’s never heard before. Mismatched pupils shone with alarm and he hurriedly walks along the fence line. He was not scared, no, he was curious. In his adventures he had oddly not found much for fear- except when it was dark- instead he found wonder in exploring the world. So many sights and smells he would’ve never known if he had not left his birth-place atop the rocky hills.
The source of the low noise is a creature he’s never seen or imagined before. A tall- yet somehow stout creature with mounds of curly fur around its back. It reminds Ukalek of the cotton fields he’s passed through, actually, he wonders if it is in fact cotton instead of fur they grew.
He leaps down, not giving mind to his unknown surroundings like he should be. He expects his paws to land firmly on the ground but instead they slip and slide, he yelps as his legs give way and his jaw is thrown into the ground. Confused and covered in muck, he realizes he’s land straight into a mud patch created by a recent storm. Grumbling he struggles to stand up, his paws unable to find traction to pull himself out from this mess.
- @POLLENFUR @juncoclaw
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» Ukalek
» Loner
» He/him . AFAB
» An oriental-featured chocolate point with unusual blue eyes
» ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
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» A poor fighter who uses his wits to trick his opponents.
» Excels in smarts and using it to get his opponents where he wants them.
» Fights defensively and at the order of his leader..
» May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing
