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She wanted to get to the top.

There was no reason, really, but she needed to.  Something told—lied, really—that everything would make sense if she just climbed up the damn peak.  The pathway was narrow and her paws picked their way cautiously; hesitation was deadly in such circumstances.  The little wolf froze when her paw nearly slipped from the ledge and nearly abandoned her mission, but the goal was set in stone.  Paloma gritted her teeth and began making her way up, hopeful that the clouds in the distance were anything but a storm.


Oct 01, 2018 06:52 PM

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August Delphino Syrup
 

(note to self: takes place after “neverland is home for lost boys like me”)

He had been caught in an oddly perplexing affair, watching this tiny girl march her way up the slopes. While his morning had been quite uneventful before he had noticed a figure scaling the hill, his gut was still unsure whether he wanted to stick around and watch. There was the possibility that the female could trip and scatter her body across the horizon, and perhaps it was the mention of sudden death that drew August towards the base of the butte. His pace was brisk, calculating as he padded across the ground behind her; he wanted to wait and see if anything would happen.

It was a small mishap but his gaze caught it when her paw slipped, withers quivering and her entire posture shifting to fear for a split moment. He knew the smallest expressions of body language easily, as he had grown up around those that rarely displayed such. His tail swayed gently behind his rump as he narrowed his emerald fixation, ears pointing forward. Would she fall if he got up and left before the end of her route was met? His mouth twisted into a hard line, contemplating his options.

August danced on the edge of his toes, leaning forward on the balls of his feet. While the daintier wolf ahead of him seemed to be handling herself well, he still felt at unease. While he didn’t know or care personally for the girl, leaving her to possibly fall to her death didn’t sit well with his inner-working, heavily buried morality. It was with this train of thought that he gathered his limbs beneath him and started a slow trek up the rocky canvas, his shoulders hunched low for balance and his nails digging into the red dirt to stay afloat atop the scraggy butte.

For now, he merely trailed her in silence, the only sound being the crackle of pebbles underfoot and his patient pant. His gaze never left the girl, ensuring that she made it to the top or didn’t come tumbling back down.


Oct 03, 2018 01:37 AM — Post #1

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There it was again.  Paloma hadn’t felt the gripping unease since Scotch had followed her across the valley day after day, feigning concern for the woman he likely abhorred.  She had been a tool to him, she knew, but at the time he had been all she had and that desperation drove her to please him however possible.  Fortune had spared her the past winter, but she still wondered – would he come back?  Would he make her keep her promise?  Would she stop him?

The thought of him being the presence lingering behind her made her stomach twist into knots.  Paloma kept her head down and kept going, too afraid to look back and find his looming, angry form standing over her.  If he threw her from the peaks, it wouldn’t surprise her.  He had been so, so full of hatred when she had seen him last.  If given the chance, would he kill her? 

She didn’t know.  She didn’t want to find out.

Her paws moved quicker, less careful.  All she wanted was to get away from whoever was following her.  The shale shifted underneath her paws as she pushed ahead, eyes wide.  Get.  Away.


Oct 04, 2018 03:40 PM — Post #2

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His mouth twisted into a hard line when the small female quickened her pace. To an outsider, she appeared feverish and losing patience for the rocky incline. August faltered for a second, his hind legs digging into the slope as to hold him up while he stared after her. Was it worth it to see her to the top, or would he be met with a more unfriendly greeting than the treacherous butte itself?

No, he would stay for the duration of her climb. Already, he saw the pebbles ricocheting off her paws, slapped away by her careless footfalls. He stayed at a slower pace and didn’t try to match the strange woman’s. Better that he live to buffer her fall instead of both of them tumbling back down to a foreseeable doom.

The boy was incessant with his body language, and tended to rely on it more than his verbal skills. However, whenever the other woman would slip or step on the wrong rock, he’d let out a low rumble of concern. Perhaps, if he saved her, this would all work in his favor and he might get a lead on where another pack would be. If not, he at least had found someone else to gouge directions out of.

August crinkled the area around his nose as a dust cloud passed over him, dulling his sense of smell and sight for a moment while his unwilling guide trekked onward in front of him. He wavered for a second, losing balance, and swiveled all of his weight to his front end in order to prevent a nasty fall. One green eye darted to the side to eyeball the depth he had already scaled since finding the girl, and the length at which he was above ground made him gulp slowly.

Despite his kiss with near injury, he dug into the earth and proceeded with their stagnant game of tag. While his muscles now ached with the amount of energy it took for him to scrape his body out of the dust, he was nearly drunk with the idea of getting to the top and making sure this girl climbed her mountain before they both tipped over the side.


Oct 11, 2018 03:01 AM — Post #3

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He’d been dozing—moping, really—somewhere far away from wherever the dumb, bulky bitch was. Frick had made himself scarce from the woman who’d pinned him, humiliated him, in the wasteland. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from her. It was a wonderful combination, the perfect torture for a scumbag like himself.

He caught a scent on the wind, and for a single, crazy moment, his chest tightened. It smelled like Paloma. His green eyes looked out on the horizon, his heart pounding, and his gaze settled on two figures.

The fuck were they doing? Trying to climb the butte?

Of course, Frick had to check this out. And… not because he thought he scented Paloma and the one wolf looked just like her. In fact, he didn’t want Paloma to see him like this. He just… had to see what was going on, that’s all.

The male roused himself to his feet and drifted over to the butte, which wasn’t too far from where he’d been lying. He sent up a bark to alert the pair of his approach.

//Arriving within yelling distance next round! But he won’t be able to catch up to them fully for a while. :P


Oct 21, 2018 09:59 PM — Post #4

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There was part of her that knew it wasn’t Scotch and another part that didn’t even care – she was being pursued up a slippery slope with a lovely bed of jagged rocks waiting to catch her if she fell.  There was very little going for her at the moment.  The anxiety raged through her veins as she mulled over her stalker’s identity – was it Javier?  Had he finally come after her?  No.  He had to be thousands of miles away, she hoped.

She spared a glance over her shoulder and saw a very large, young male trailing behind, but his face was unfamiliar and she feared he was nothing more than a loner come to throw her to her death.  Either way, it was clear he had his sights locked on her and her stomach flip-flopped uneasily.  Why?  The only way to go was up, but what was she supposed to do when she got up there?  Eventually he would catch up and she would be pinned, ripe for the picking.  Fine.  But she wasn’t going to make it easy.

Paloma picked up her pace, hopeful to leave him behind long enough for him to lose interest.  It may have worked if she hadn’t slipped, the narrow pathway giving underneath her weight and crumbling.  The wolf yelped as she fell, tumbling down the slope and landing with a thud and a grunt on a small ledge roughly four feet down.  Shit.  She jumped to her paws and pressed herself against the wall as much as possible, afraid to breathe lest the convenient platform also give way.

Her attacker wouldn’t follow her down there, though.  Right?  She was safe.. sorta.


Oct 22, 2018 01:21 PM — Post #5

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(Just assuming she fell a little bit above him! He was giving her a wide berth before, so I figured this would make the most sense.)

The sound of scuffled panic rushed at him seemingly out of nowhere. While he had been watching the female scour the cliff, he had been rather focused on keeping his own balance for the time being. This was how he had missed it when her footing had also gone sour; the butte echoed with a loud thud when her body hit the rock a few feet above him. August scrunched his face into something between concern and hesitancy. His paws dug into the embankment to hold himself upright as he decided what to do, though he knew there was only one answer.

It wasn’t ideal, but he had made a point to stick around to make sure she’d reach the top. Now that the girl had fallen, he felt obligated as the only one around to help her. The male’s eyes narrowed in concentration as he found a solid path up, before stopping just shy of the jutted-out edge the female was perched on.

She had pulled her body back into the wall behind her defensively, he realized. In all of his time chasing after her, he hadn’t realized that she may have thought him to be malicious. Softening his expression, he panted ever so slightly from the work it took to reach this height, body relaxing.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” He drawled, giving her a pointed look. If he had been here to track her down and inflict harm, it wouldn’t have done him any service. And August did things to benefit him. This was just a special case. “Are you alright? That fall—- it wasn’t pretty,” he commented gently, scrabbling around on the rocks to stay afoot, keeping a safe distance from her.

Down below, he heard a distant sound. The wind carried it just enough to alert him, but because of it’s unknown origins, he paid it no mind. Instead, he surveyed the female for any signs of damage. She was visibly shaken, but attested to nothing more than a few bruises that would develop later. He found himself sighing in relief—though he caught himself wondering why he had been caught up in this to begin with.


Oct 22, 2018 11:58 PM — Post #6

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He’d had nothing better to do than lock his eyes on the pair as he approached the butte, so of course he saw the small, Paloma-looking woman fall. He heard her yelp, too, distant as it was, and it still reminded him of her.

His heart was pounding now, dammit, and his pace had quickened as he started up the slope behind them. There was some male with her, and he could hear his voice but only make out garbled words. Something about the fall, and pretty. He scowled.

“Hey, who’s up there?” he boomed, hoping his voice would carry to the pair.


//Okay so if they’re stopped for a few rounds I’m gonna say Frick will catch up two rounds from now!


Oct 23, 2018 11:08 AM — Post #7

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Paloma glowered as the male approached, her fur fluffed up like an angry Pomeranian as she ducked her head to try and brace for some sort of assault.  Although her shoulder was bruised and cut, she had more pressing matters to take into consideration and was able to ignore it for the time being – not that it was anything major.  Her lips pulled back as he pushed closer, a low growl rumbling in her throat as her tongue flicked out between her teeth like a snake and her ears flattened in the telltale sign of stay away from me.  It wasn’t until he finally spoke that she ceased her snarl and an ear flicked forward to catch what he was saying.  Right.  Wasn’t there to hurt her.  “Just following me up the butte for fun?” she asked dryly, tail flicking in agitation.  He was much younger than she had originally thought him to be, but that didn’t make him any less of a threat.

He asked about her fall.  “I’m fine,” her voice was probably a little too sharp.  The wolf was grumpy and confused, defensive and ready to chuck herself off a cliff if it meant getting away from a potential attacker.  Because that made total sense.

The voice that carried on the wind made the muscles around her heart constrict and her breath quicken.  “Frick?” she called, forgetting her defensive posture for a brief moment.  “Frick!”  Her tail even wagged once.


Oct 23, 2018 12:12 PM — Post #8

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The larger male grunted in response to the female’s agitated response, only slightly irritated that she immediately saw him as foe over friend. At a closer glance, she was a feisty thing: puffed-up fur and flashing teeth, all balled into a little woman packing a mighty punch. If the situation hadn’t been precarious enough, he would have almost had to bite down a laugh.

“You seemed very intent on reaching the top of the slope,” he began matter-of-factly after she confirmed she was fine, ever so often shifting his paws to keep his balance. “I didn’t want to see you fall back down.” Damn him for wanting to help for once, right? If things turned sour, he could only blame his naive heart.

Frick? What was she talking about now? Glancing around sharply, for the first time August himself began to tense, weary of another traveler. “Frick?” He repeated to himself, eyes full of questions. What in the hell kind of name was Frick? Was he a friend of this girl, coming to knock August off the butte? His head was buzzing, now confused and even more so defensive.


Oct 23, 2018 02:19 PM — Post #9

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He’d advanced more quickly on the pair of them as he heard a definitively Paloma-sounding voice echo his name down the slope. He caught her scent, then, and was able to confirm that it actually belonged to her and that he wasn’t crazy.

He trudged up the slope as quickly as he could, carefully trying to avoid slipping on any loose rocks or earth as he made his way toward them.


Oct 23, 2018 06:29 PM — Post #10

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Paloma, though on shaky ground with the approaching shadow, felt comforted by his presence.  Surely he wouldn’t let this other guy chuck her off a cliff, right?  He couldn’t hate her that much, could he?  And if he did, well, better to end the grief before it became too much to endure. 

“I was,” she replied to the younger wolf, pausing to correct herself: “I am.”  She shook her head, watching him through amber eyes.  “Why would you risk falling yourself just to make sure I didn’t fall?”  Paloma didn’t know this kid and he certainly didn’t know her.  Would she have done the same for a stranger?

“Frick, he’s my..”  Well, what was he?  “He’s my friend.”  Maybe, depending on how things played out between them.  It was just as likely he was now someone to avoid.  AJ had told her to try, though, so she would.. just not with August around.

“I mean, thanks, I think.  For keeping an eye out for me.  I thought you were trying to.. well, nothing good.”  She shrugged.


Oct 23, 2018 09:27 PM — Post #11

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Her hesitation when she mentioned her “friend” raised an eyebrow, but before he could properly address the situation, he winced at her following accusation that he had been tracking her just to cause harm. While he could admit following her up the rocky butte had been on a whim, his only intention had been to see her through.

Clearing his throat, August sighed, rolling his head into a position that resembled placid understanding. Perhaps she just needed a different introduction than him chasing her up a mountain to put her more at ease.

“I’m August.” He began, rolling the balls of his feet against the slope. “And I don’t actually know,” was his shrugged-off answer to her question, referring to the threat of him falling. Honestly, he had thought about it in passing, if he had slipped—but instinct had been overridden by curiosity.


Oct 25, 2018 12:38 AM — Post #12

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He’d appeared at the top of the slope, looking down on the pair of them, just long enough to hear the stranger’s introduction. August. What a stupid name.

He looked down at them, his lip raised in disgust. Not at Paloma, of course—surely she knew that by now that he was just moody as fuck all the time—but for this weird dude he was pursuing her.

“‘Sup?” he grumbled as he slowly descended down toward them.


Oct 27, 2018 09:59 AM — Post #13

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Considering she had never expected to see him again, Paloma was delighted when she saw his shadowy form above.  She wanted to blurt out that she was sorry, that she had made a mistake and had wanted to make things right, but she was far too aware of August to simply throw herself at Frick’s mercy.  The wolf smiled up at him, hopeful he would do something of the same.  Probably not.  He was probably still pretty pissed off at her.  “Hola,” she chirped to him, her tail wagging gently.. before she remembered the conversation she was kinda having with August.  Right.  Yep.

“Well, thanks.. again.”  Sorta, she guessed.  It was nice to know he would have helped her if she needed it, but if he hadn’t startled her she probably wouldn’t have slipped.  Oh well.  “Are you here alone?”  Her eyes glanced to Frick, checking to see if he was still there every few seconds.  She wasn’t going to let him get away—nope, not without talking first.


Oct 27, 2018 08:02 PM — Post #14

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//Skipping August! Jump back in anytime, Syrup!

Hola. She’d said hola to him, in the way that only Paloma would. His ears lowered back against his skull, wishing she’d said ‘hello’ or ‘hey, Frick!’ like a normal woman might. But no, she had to say hola and remind him that he was speaking to Paloma, and now he had a shitty feeling in his chest, and he was reminded of all the shitty thoughts he’d been having lately.

Dammit.

She seemed pretty interested in talking to this guy here, whoever he was, and that made him angry. Except, he noticed that, while he loomed over the pair of them like a silent, angry shadow, she kept glancing at him. That made him frustrated, too, but in a different, satisfied way. Did that make any sense? Hell no, but that was the current situation Frick had gotten himself into. His feelings were all clogged up and intermingled and, honestly, he was one hell of a downward spiral.

His lip curled upward, just a touch, and he slowly lowered himself into a sitting position while he waited the conversation out.


Nov 04, 2018 08:39 PM — Post #15

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