[AW]  Drip drip drop little April shower

Olu

1 y/o large Male

H is new friend coughed up an impressive lougie, though the force of which was mildly concerning. He grinned in childish appreciation of brash mannerisms. And then he snuck a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure that Juryoku wasn't dissintegrating or anything like that. He wasn't, and he appeared to struggle with the terrain as much as Olu. Olu let his big paws take the brunt of the work, paying no mind when a foothold was uneven or hid an uncalculated depth. He wasn't graceful, he didn't care to be; he was forward, and that was all that was required.


Juryoku was from the north, and the mountains there. Olu's quiet was deafening. Juryoku went on to speak of those who had died before them and those who were incapable of such, and he regarded the sentiment with quiet awe, but his mind was fixed on Juryoku's home. The North! To see his family! All this time he had thought that he could not, and here was one who regularly went there and here and back again. He could go home. If he wanted to.... And he realized that he didn't want to. He was a different soul, now. He had grown up. He had thrived. His parents would be proud, and his pack, but he saw no need to return to that place or that time. His siblings would have parted ways also, being his age, and his parents would have new whelps they were bringing up in full faith that all would be well. He hadn't lost his way. He had simply parted a bit early; he had left the nest first. And he was doing well.


Olu's tail wagged with forceful stiffness, like the fondest memory of home, and with the resolution of a soul whom a weight had lifted off his shoulder. "I like it here. I might continue my roaming about. I will try to visit you when I see you about,  too.", he said with a new lightness and maturity.


Olu's fur bristled with anxiety and alarm at Juryoku's brazen attitude towards those stronger than himself. He peed a little as he walked, his piddle in submission and silent omage to ones wiser and stronger. He didn't want to get into a religious discussion, and he hoped that Juryoku would discontinue the conversation. His discomfort was blatant.


"I ran into a land shark a while ago, it was made out of bark, no magical attack could draw blood, no physical attack could breech its defenses. And it was angry. And hurty.", he shuddered in memory of the alligator and hoped the wolves he met there were alright. He made a mental note to find them again.


Just as Juryoku started to speak, Olu caught sight of the treeline. He broke into a sprint, then did a happy bouncing dance while shaking his fur out. In a minute he was done with his happy dance and realized that Juryoku had spoken. He folded his ears back and shrank in fear, backing up to the edge of the treeline, still hoping to stay dry.


"Little bird, little bird, please look for us.", Olu called to Juryoku's familiar, though he couldn't remember its name.




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Olu's passive power, Nullify, reduces all powers within 50ft. At 10ft, extreme reduction. Additionally, horse/mundane powers act strangely, but repeatably. 
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Juryoku

11 y/o large Male
Xenon, Female Wood stork
JurYoku
Setting fire to my lungs; blood in the water, my love.

Worry need not flood his mind any longer. Not for a body of water to bless him with its presence nor that his company would remain in unease for what sectors they walked through. Juryoku stood happy that the young wolf reached for contentment when it came to roaming the land. How he wished he could have done the same when youth still fueled his hunger to see the world. Although a decade late, he still had time to see all of Nidria. His water-riddled soul just seemed to take its time.

Quick did confusion cover his face at the mention of a land shark. What was that now? The leviathan wouldn’t dismiss the notion as he had only seen the predators in which reigned the north. His mind flipped through its own archive, wondering if he ever heard anyone speak of such a creature. It sounds like he’ll have to keep his guard up while down here upon this part of the land. Curiosity wanted to see the ungodly animal, but the fellow was in no mood to dance with death.

He watched Olu go from pure joy to utter fear. The yearling would call out to Xenon, to which she poked her head out from standing underneath the whiskered canine. Juryoku gave a light chuckle, however, the stork was not having it. “Tell him I will not. I’m more easy game for whatever unsightly thing you speak of than you two would be,” she hissed at her companion, shaking herself off. There was no need for the fright or concern from either of them. Maybe he should have made it clear that that something stood no threat.

“You two. It is nothing to cower from,” he lightly scolded. “It is something compelling, familiar—I know that.” Although his nose had long since been dead, it wiggled around as if it could catch a whiff of what his whiskers picked up on. Checking for a weak spot within this wall of moss, branches, and leaves, he came across a patch in the trees that appeared less thick than the rest.

His forelegs pushed him up onto his hind legs, waddling forward so that all his weight pushed against the branches once he came toppling down. Not a moment later did he pull himself out of the wall with a dead branch gripped between his teeth. “There is an area behind here. It looks quite promising,” he said, dropping the branch. “You may get through to the other side far quicker than me, boy. Go ahead,” he prompted Olu.

Juryoku still had to pull out a few more branches for himself so he didn’t have to worry about tearing a fin or stabbing his gills. He gestured the yearling to go on through. What should meet his eyes is a pond and the subtle promise of the clouds last pouring of rain.




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Olu

1 y/o large Male

T here was an exchange of some sort between his bird companion - ah, so that is where it had went, how did it even manage to get in there? such thick fur, such good pillow - and his new friend. Olu's ears remained back in fright and his eyes were dilated in preparation to take in as much as possible as soon as the bad thing happened. Was it a monster? That land shark (alligator) was awful and he did not want to encounter it again!


He quirked his head as if Juryoku had just recited numbers and then explained what algebra was when he barely understood the concept of "more" or "less" and all he cared about was "food, here, now". The man disappeared as if the trees had swallowed him up. He pranced nervously, dancing on his toe claws. At last he returned and motioned him through. Olu's ears went from relief to wariness as he obeyed, making himself as small and as low to the ground as possible to pass through this gap that he still did not quite believe was a gap but he knew about magic, so it must be one of those things that couldn't be understood, or that couldn't be understood by him, which were both basically the same thing.


Without looking back, he went forwards, saw the lake, and bounded to it as the rain began to simmer. He smelled the waters edge and marked a tiny bit of himself nearby, then drank from the water. Yum, water.


He looked at the water. Then looked at Juryoku . Water. Juryoku . Hmm.


He turned about so that his front paws were a few inches deep in the water's edge and his rear legs were much deeper, and he crouched down, his butt high, his chest low to the ground and somewhat wet. The tip of his tail waggled with physical momentum but otherwise his tail was very still, and held high. He froze, waiting for Juryoku  to come near.



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Olu's passive power, Nullify, reduces all powers within 50ft. At 10ft, extreme reduction. Additionally, horse/mundane powers act strangely, but repeatably. 
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Juryoku

11 y/o large Male
Xenon, Female Wood stork
JurYoku
Setting fire to my lungs; blood in the water, my love.

Once the yearling heeded his words and went through the opening, Juryoku continued pulling and chomping up branches. Having broken through the shells of bivalves before, the beast was able to make quick work of the limbs to these trees. The end result would be a passage that anyone after them could easily move in and out of to get to the two areas. Xenon went first as she curiously sauntered over to the other end of this opening. She watched Olu for a moment before taking off toward the clearing skies.

Chucking away the last few of the branches he torn off, Juryoku was being a little too meticulous in how uncluttered the opening should look. His mind snapped out of its need to be a perfectionist, wondering if the young wolf remained at the pond given his short time of distraction. So finally did the leviathan move into the opening, his nose peeking out the other end as whiskers felt around.

His chest burned more than it usually did as he hacked up another helping of slush. The irresistible desire to dive into the pond in which rested a few meters away—he resisted with concern overruling his core’s needs. He began panting while his system steadily went into a meltdown.

Crimson eyes scanned the area before him, and it didn’t take long for his gaze to land on Olu. He was in the water with his rear high in the air, and his body still. Juryoku wasn’t catching on as he took on a confused expression. The leviathan stayed in the trees, not daring to step forward.

Raindrops were less harsh in their pecks, and the droning sky became a lot more quiet. It seemed there was a bit of a staring contest going on between the two wolves. Juryoku narrowed his eyes, licking away the cold water on his nose.“What are you up to?” he questioned the boy, breaking eye contact with him. He didn’t trust it, but his body was screaming for water right now.

The scaled wolf would start to crawl toward the water while keeping an eye on his company. He moved in readiness, whether for a charge or a well-planned bluff.




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Olu

1 y/o large Male

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f Olu had a little more space in his noggin, he might have been concerned about his new friend's apparent tuberculitis and his panting, which obviously indicated pain. Oh, to be young and ignorant as a pup.


He made a soft little sound when Juryoku questioned his intentions that sounded like "Ru-Ru-RU", like Scooby Doo or a car starting up that had no words to it.


When Juryoku was close enough, Olu thrust his face into the water, his face awry with giant eyes, his mouth pushed way back and upwards in a human expression, and his eyeballs narrow and whaling. His tongue was half out in this second, and then he was a blur of splashes as he full-out-derped, zooming back and forth in the water's edge, splashing with his forepaws and wrists as he went, his back end high, his front body low, his claws extended and stirring up the sediment as he went.


"Splash splash splash!", he didn't mean to say it, and he certainly didn't mean to sound as if he were either mentally challenged or a magikarp pokemon, but it just sort of came out with his efforts in breathy grunts.


He laughed, cavorting in the newly cleared rain, and had seemingly forgotten all about getting and staying dry. In this moment, he was happy, he was with his friend, and life was great. He loved it. And he loved every second of this moment.


When his moment was over, he'd surely replay his actions and feel bad about his immaturity after all this deep talk about life and families and such, as well as ignoring his friend's pained signals. But on the other hand, he could say that he was doing his best to help his friend feel better.



@Juryoku
Basically he derped and did the zoomies because he was happy
Olu's passive power, Nullify, reduces all powers within 50ft. At 10ft, extreme reduction. Additionally, horse/mundane powers act strangely, but repeatably. 
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Juryoku

11 y/o large Male
Xenon, Female Wood stork
JurYoku
Setting fire to my lungs; blood in the water, my love.

In response to the silly sound that emitted from Olu, the whiskered fellow would let go a soft growl. Of course, it was of the playful sort with little hostility behind it. His claws were getting closer and closer to the water’s edge, which brought anticipation to quicken the pace of his heart. However, his attention wouldn’t skip ahead to the salvation he encroached on. No, there still stood a threat within a perimeter. One mischievous and frisky.

At the sign of movement from the young wolf, Juryoku dropped down onto his belly. He was like a turtle withdrawing into its shell—his legs were tightly beneath him and tail wrapped snugly around the leviathan’s form. He lain there watching the yearling run amok. A mixture of bafflement and amusement were present upon his face. It was a scene similar to a parent watching their child do something hilarious yet nonsensical.

Unable to wait a second longer, his body torn away from what willpower kept it from the pond. His hind legs would catapult him forward as the beast caught some major air. A large splash drowned out any lingering silence, and a small wave rippled around to the edges of the pond. Then, there was nothing. Seconds would go by and soon would they turn into minutes. Juryoku rested at the bottom of the pond, letting himself wallow in being underwater again.

Hopefully, his company didn’t think that he had abandoned them. It has certainly been a few minutes at this point, so the water wolf swiftly caught a bluegill to bring back to the surface. First, his nose would poke out with his head emerging soon after. “When was the last time you ate?” he uttered out with the squirming fish in his maw. Juryoku glanced around for Olu while he lazily moved through the water trying hard not to sneeze and lose his catch.




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