[Northern Wilds] Squirrels for Lunch? (FINISHED)

[Roka]

Roka stalked forward, paces in front of them, his pads silently pressing down strands of grass. He felt light in his element, they were getting close, and he knew the woman's canine could smell what he could as well.

He listened to them murmur behind them, but easily tuned them out when they approached. The boar was about 10 feet from them. It grunted as it rooted its tusks along the dirt probing for a meal of beetles and larvae.

The fox stilled, indicating ahead of him so that their eyes could latch what his had. After he was certain of their attentiveness, he began to trek to the side, making a large crescent to approach from a farther angle, at the boar’s hind quarter.

It didn't take him long to come feet closer to the creature, disappearing from the other's sight for a stint. He hunched down, ears held to his head. Crawling closer, he could nearly taste the smell of its ripe flesh.

A bit too eager he continued on, a twig cracking underfoot. He froze; the hefty pig let out a squeal of surprise but like most full grown males would not back down from a challenge. He turned, grunting and huffing, as he looked to spot the intruder midst the background.

He finally did, and let out an aggressive cry, charging Roka. Roka bounded as if springs had been attached to his paws, landing atop the boars head. He snarled and sunk his teeth into its ear. He began to slide from the head of the bucking animal, until it scooped him with its tusks and flung him in the air. He yelped in surprise, as the hard bone made contact with his rib. He was still glad to have done so as he slid along the dirt, for he was sure they would have a worthy shot since he had herded the hunt closer to them and it still had not perceived the threat.

[Andalusia]

OOCHey, Andalusia's interested in bonding with Roka, but I heard Chameleon is too, so we kind of thought of fighting over you. She'll be letting you know as well. What do you say? If Andalusia hadn't turned to look, she would've bumped into the fox as it halted in front of her and steadied itself, its nose seemingly pointing at something hiding beneath the shadow of a few bushes. "Wh..." she was about to speak, until she noticed the boar, snorting as it buried its snout into the earth. She aimed her bow at the creature, but missed at the sudden sound of a snapping twig. She looked down to find that the fox had stepped on one. She swore under her breath and quickly took out another bow. "Don't fry it," she muttered to Theodore, hoping that he wouldn't mess with the prey - who knows what magic would do to its delicious meat? Dante maneuvered around the boar, hiding behind the bushes, taking advantage of the distraction. In one smooth motion, she had another arrow prepared to shoot. The boar turned towards them menacingly, and there, she had another chance to shoot. She released the arrow, but it missed by just a little bit, grazing the skin of the boar as it lunged towards the little fox. It squealed at the impact, but it only fueled its anger to continue charging. She pulled out another arrow. The fox was pushed backwards forcibly. It slid along the dirt, and Andalusia was sure that one of its ribs or bones must've broke at the impact. Before the boar could register their presence, Dante jumped over its back, claws digging into the gash on its side. The boar yelped, but before it could react, Andalusia's arrow was sent through its head. It fell to its side, dead. Dante moved away from the boar, paws making their way to the arrow through its head. He barked at Theodore, hoping he'd understand that the arrow needed to be removed still intact, a difficult task since it had gone through bone, and it was possibly already shattered in the middle. Andalusia was too busy running over to the fox as it lay on the dirt not too far off. She wasn't quite sure how to inspect injuries on animals - that, was going to be quite the problem. "Hey..." she whispered, kneeling down next to the canine, her hands gently petting its head, "I don't... know what to do." she scanned the forest, as if it would give her the answers. Obviously, it didn't have any to give her. The wind simply blew through her face, but it felt harsh and prickly. She hadn't realized that she was on the verge of tearing up. "It's going to be okay," she said soothingly, bending down to kiss the fox's forehead, "I'll find out what to do, I'll find out..." But she had absolutely no idea.

[Roka]

OOCChamaeleon just let me know about that, I think that's a great idea :] I'm stoked but I do plan on having a few more continued threads with both of you before Roka makes a choice

The smell of the blood mingled in the cedar smell of dirt. It was an aroma his chest gladly exhaled and inhaled through despite the pain in his side. She was as good a hunter as he hoped; he felt pride welling in him. Now they had worked together as a team, and he had to admit it blissful.

He slid his head along the dirt, his ear pressed in the dirt under his head, to look at the bores defeated body. His wound wasn't one he was worried about, he was sure if broken it was simply a crack and would mend itself.

The huntress rushed to his side first instead of claiming her kill, this was not what he expected. She was worried about him? It was a touching act he had no words to describe. He looked her in the eyes as she stoked his head with sweet hands.

The light that filtered through the leaves behind her haloed around her head, his breath slipped softly from his mouth at the sight of it. He hummed a soft purr and closed his eyes, until, surprisingly, flesh as soft as the petals of blossoms rested on his head and whispered to him, her voice weak with emotion.

He wanted to reach out a human hand, stoke her face and assure her with Common words that he was alright, to please not worry. He was holding back though, he didn't want to upset her, when suddenly her animal company sprouting into a naked human male.

Head lifted, he pressed his nose to her cheek and rested his furry black face against hers, his eyes fastened. He let his head collapse back into the dirt, and curled his limbs to him.

She had surely earned the truth, but he was still frightened to reveal it. So he took action without thought, a bright swirl of light encompassed him and exposed an alternate being. It was a magic much older than he, a generation of curses or blessing, reliant on whom you spoke to.

There before her now, not a fox but a man curled into the floor bare of any human covering. Lengthy black locks fanned across his shoulders and cheek. He slowly opened his eyes, darkened lashes flickering to life, the same shade of gold as they had once been. "Please...we should be celebrating on a successful hunt" He wanted to comfort her but the words were hard to strangle out, especially with no knowledge of what her response would now be to him. He hoped she would not feel deceived.

[Theodore Bindark]

Theodore looks at Dante who is barking. He then looks at the bore that is laying on the ground with the arrow in it's head. He walks over to the boar and kneels down and grabs hold of the arrow. He pulls at it as it refuses to budge from the spot where it is buried. With a final pull the arrow lurches out the arrow head covered with blood and brain matter. He examines the arrow for a moment before standing up."Good kill"

Theodore out of the corner of his eye notices a light. He takes his attention away from the arrow to look over at the two. He see's the fox in his new form.He stands looking at the two."Interesting" He says looking over at the two.

[Andalusia]

Andalusia kept her face close to the fox's head as she whispered, forehead to forehead, and winced as the canine curled its legs close to itself and breathed heavily. Was it in a lot of pain? Before she could break free and sit up, a swirl of bright, luminescent lights enveloped the fox's entire body, its glowing tendrils reaching out to envelop a portion of her arms and tickle her skin. She could feel the light as if it were alive and sentient. She watched the fox's face dissolve with wide eyes, frozen with shock and fear. Was it disappearing? Sooner or later she was met with the same, golden eyes, shining underneath what little light the sun spared for them in the forest. But she found her face dangerously close to one of a young man with pale skin and hair just as sleek and dark as hers. Although she didn't feel it before, the smoldering gaze of his beautiful, iridescent golden eyes made her melt, her insides instantly warming at the sight - she found it hard to inch away. Perhaps mesmerizing beauty was another thing that could make her drop all of her defenses. It was then when she noticed his bare collarbone that she'd realized that he may not be wearing much clothing. Gingerly peering down from her position, she found that he wasn't wearing any clothing at all. "Eep!" she let out a little yelp and cupped her eyes with her hands, although it came out sounding more like the squeak of a mouse. "U-Uh..." she slowly brought her hands down to her manteau, fumbling to untie the string that kept it in place around her shoulders. "B-Before... you ex-explain..." her eyes were shut tight and her lips were quivering, her cheeks a flushed to an almost crimson hue. "H-h...ere..." she dragged the manteau away from her bare shoulders. She shivered a little, although she wasn't sure if it were because of shock, or the soft, cool breeze. Carefully, she draped the thick beige cloth over the man and softened her eyes. When she felt confident with herself, she gently opened them to look at him once more. "Uh... h-hi..." she tried, sounding awkward and strange, the blush never leaving her cheeks as she shifted her eyes from his to the forest floor. Dante barked twice as he stared at the arrow that Theodore held in his hands. It seemed to have a little crack along its center, and the tip looked loose. No use for that one, not anymore. He pawed Theodore's hand to let go of the arrow, barking once more to let him know that it was alright. The Luvanor then turned to the fox - now human - and whimpered in confusion. What could he be? He turned to Theodore; perhaps, a wizard may know?

[Roka]

Roka was pleasantly astounded; she hadn't changed her conduct, even draping him in a section of her own clothing. He of course felt no shame in his nakedness; in fact it felt comfortable compared to the clothes he usually wore. Even still, he knew the gesture was a kind one and the twinge of color intensifying in her face made him smile.

He wrapped his arm across his chest to hold his tender rib, now a visible purple hue against his translucent skin. His other arm reached into the ground and hoisted himself to a seated position, his hair falling lazily in front of him, his head stooped.

Her voice stammered out a renewed greeting and he examined her with familiar curious eyes, as he draped the cloth across his lap. "Hello." he offered her a returning smile faint and subtle, one that likely emulated hers.

He noticed her still gaze faced away from him, his eyes took in her face from fresh eyes "I'm sorry...I'm sure this is, well, a little odd." it was his turn to look away. He didn't want to upset her, and if she voiced her need for him to leave he would do so without query.

He hadn't paid much mind to the magic wielder that had remained ever present. He was not delighted to have publicized himself in front of this other man, but in the instant felt no need for worry. He viewed him for the first time. Roka wondered if the mage that had created his race had seemed as such at one time. It was a question that he occasionally wondered, mainly because Sunberth was not home to many magic wielders and he had yet to introduce himself to any, especially in such an intimate way.

[Andalusia]

The young man sat up, draping her cape around his waist. Her blush remained as she thought about what had just happened. His fair complexion, beautiful golden eyes, and marvelous hair. Her cheeks reddened even more at the accidental peeking when he'd transformed. "So much for 'little' fox," she mused. She squeaked another time after realizing what she'd just thought. "N-No, it's fine... " she giggled softly. She initially assumed that Theodore might've turned the fox into a human, but as soon as he spoke, she knew at once that this was not the case. "It's... A-A surprise, but it's fine," she cracked a smile, one that she was surprisingly able to manage with ease. Perhaps it was the fact that he was a fox; she'd always assumed that animals were never judgmental or difficult, as compared to humans. "Are you... A-A wizard too?" she glanced over to Theodore, and then back to the young man. "Well, uh, tnis is Theodore," she turned and gestured over to the blue-cloaked wizard, "and I'm... Andalusia," she cracked another smile. "What's your name?"

[Roka]

He laughed kindly watching her fidget. He really enjoyed her. Even her questions were amusing. 'A wizard?' he'd never been asked such a question, but in many rights was a reasonable question. Still he couldn't help by smile broadly at her as she spoke it.

He shook his head "No, I'm no wizard." he reached up a hand to scratch his head contemplating how to explain. "Though you’re on the right path, I guess you could say I am the product of a mages very own science experiment."

He chuckled again; he had chosen his words carefully and found them very comical. He nodded to Theodore a demure greeting. He then returned to the woman. "I am very glad to meet you, Andalusia." even her name felt lovely upon his lips.

"I am Roka, though you may call me whatever you like,” for to him a name held little meaning.

[Theodore Bindark]

Theodore thinks for a moment looking at the two. He is trying to remember the name given to this sort of thing. He thinks for a moment longer looking at them. He remembers the name of the race."So Roka I take it your Kelvic ?" Theodore asks looking at him.

[Andalusia]

"No, I'm no wizard," she tilted her head to the side as he said so, "Though you’re on the right path, I guess you could say I am the product of a mages very own science experiment." Roka's voice was rather charming, a low, melodious tone that made one want to cling to his every word. And which she did. Andalusia nodded, a little confused. Was he cursed by a wizard, then? "I am very glad to meet you, Andalusia." he said with a broad smile, and she melted once more, particularly at his warm gesture, and the way he said her name. She cursed herself silently as she felt her cheeks warm up again, "what is wrong with you?" she scolded herself, fighting the urge to put her cool hands against her flushing face. This time, it was easier to look into his eyes and keep them there. He seemed friendly, trustworthy, and not of Sunberth, to be exact. His smile was too genuine, he stood out. She found herself unusually comfortable with him, despite having difficulty around other people. Perhaps it was his ability to become an animal - animals have always been her only conversational partners. It sounded lonely and pathetic, but it was all she could do, really. "I am Roka, though you may call me whatever you like,” the young man, with his golden eyes and pale skin, was named Roka. It was a nice name, it rolls off your tongue smoothly and fluidly, but she was puzzled that he said that she may call him anything else she liked. "Why would... I call you anything else?" she furrowed her brows and looked at him with genuine confusion, "I'll call you Roka, if that's your name... If... I-If that's what you want me to call you," she smiled shyly, "you should decide, shouldn't you? Wh-what to be called, I-I mean..." she was stuttering again, her blush still quite eminent on her cheeks. Theodore was silent for a while, but spoke up right after that. "So, Roka, I take it you're a Kelvic?" he said, looking at the young man as he sat sprawled on the floor, with nothing but a cloak to cover him. Andalusia turned around to face the wizard with wide, innocent eyes. "K-Kelvic?" she said, fascinated by the new word, an addition to her vocabulary, but what was it, exactly? She glanced back at Roka with fascination, and then back to Theodore. "What's a... Kelvic?" she asked, expecting an elaborate tale on cursed human beings of sorts. How could she have never known about the Kelvic from her grandfather's friend? He had quite the array of books - the ridiculous amount must have lead her to overlook the one about it.