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Lobo del Rio
Legacy Name: Lobo del Rio
The Glade Pherret
Owner: hollo
Age: 17 years, 2 months, 3 days
Born: January 25th, 2007
Adopted: 17 years, 2 months, 3 days ago (Legacy)
Adopted: January 25th, 2007 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 11
- HP: 11/11
- Intelligence: 1
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
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Traveling through the forest is difficult work. Tired and dirty after a long day of trudging through undergrowth and over ditches and hills, you find yourself at the banks of a clear, wide stream. The water is crystal blue, and the sunlight streaming through the branches of the trees overhead glistens and twinkles across its surface. You walk down to the edge of the water, crouching down on the muddy bank and reaching out to catch some water in your cupped hands. Raising it to your lips, you drink deeply, and feel all the soreness in your muscles and weariness in your body leave you. You feel refreshed, and strangely, energized. The wind blows softly, and the leaves on the branches overhead flutter gently. The area by the river feels fresh, and new, and you feel yourself relaxing and taking in the scenery.
A sound brings you out of soft daydreams you hadn't noticed you had gotten lost in. There are ripples in the water, and the sound comes again. The closest you can come to comparing it to is a low-toned squeaking rubber toy. You look around at the water and catch something disappearing below the surface from the corner of your eye. Puzzled, more curious than frightened, you reach your hand out and slap the water surface a few times. A moment passes, then suddenly, a few feet from your location, something large slaps against the water as well, in the same sequence you used.
Excited at getting a response from the mysterious... animal, would it be? You reach out and slap against the water again. You wish you'd learned Morse Code when you'd had the chance, maybe you could have used it at the moment. For now, the only thing your slaps against the water have is a slight rhythm that reminds you of one of your favorite songs. Each time you pause, the slaps of water echo back to you across the water. Every now and then you are able to make out a little bit of the appendage used - something long and flattened, and colored a curious pale spring green.
After a good while of this, you notice that tell-tale tingling in your lower legs that tells you you've held this crouch for much too long. Standing up, you stretch and take a look around. There is no sign of your water-dwelling friend, and the sunlight that had filtered through the treetops so brightly just a short while ago was fading rapidly. You still had the trek back to the village ahead of you, no easy task, and it was best to get back before the dark of night. The predators of the woods weren't discriminatory about what ended up in their bellies.
Searching through your bag, you pull out your journal and quickly sketch the area, as well as a small map that would lead you back to this place again. With one last look at the area around you, and no more signals from the strange creature that had seemed so eager to play with you, you turn and begin trekking back through the woods, feeling much better than when you had first approached the stream.
"Do come back again."
The voice, breaking suddenly through the rustle of leaves and chatter of birds, stops you in your tracks. Surprised, you jerk around and look back towards the stream you had just left. Past the trees and some low lying bushes, you see a young man sitting at the edge of the water. He is nude, his skin tanned nut-brown from the sun. His hair glistens green and gold in the sunlight, and he has a warm, slightly crooked smile. You move towards him, confused, with the mind to ask him just what exactly he was talking about, and what exactly he was doing here. The man grins wider, his eyes glittering, and you suddenly find yourself tripping over a tree root you were sure was not there before. You manage to catch yourself before you fall flat on your face, stumbling a few steps, but when you look up, the man is gone.
Frowning, you rush ahead to the waters edge, but there is no sign of the man there. Surprised, and just a little frightened, you look around at the stream's banks, looking for any way the man could have gotten away without you knowing. As you turn almost entirely away from the river, you hear the sound from before again. It is like the squeak of rubber against rubber, but you could swear it sounds more like a chuckle. Spinning around to face the stream again, you notice a creature on the other bank. It's shape is that of a giant river otter, large and muscled, flat tailed and round headed, but it's fur is the strangest color you've seen; pale spring green, with a strange decoration of pale yellow swirls across its back and flanks. You stare at it in wonder - you've never seen anything of the sort before. The creature takes a few bounding leaps along the other bank, then opens it's mouth and lets out that strange sound again, sounding even more like a chuckle now that you can see how it is acting. It spins around, as if chasing its tail, just once, and meets your gaze with its own. For a long moment, neither you nor the creature move, the only sound the rustling of the leaves overhead.
Then, with a single graceful leap, the creature jumps forward into the waters of the stream, disappearing beneath the waters with barely a ripple.
Though you wait for a while, the creature does not resurface, and the coming darkness reminds you why you were leaving in the first part. Trudging back through the forest, hurrying to outrace the coming shadows, you grip your journal tightly, planning already your next visit to the banks of that strange, mystical stream.
Traveling through the forest is difficult work. Tired and dirty after a long day of trudging through undergrowth and over ditches and hills, you find yourself at the banks of a clear, wide stream. The water is crystal blue, and the sunlight streaming through the branches of the trees overhead glistens and twinkles across its surface. You walk down to the edge of the water, crouching down on the muddy bank and reaching out to catch some water in your cupped hands. Raising it to your lips, you drink deeply, and feel all the soreness in your muscles and weariness in your body leave you. You feel refreshed, and strangely, energized. The wind blows softly, and the leaves on the branches overhead flutter gently. The area by the river feels fresh, and new, and you feel yourself relaxing and taking in the scenery.
A sound brings you out of soft daydreams you hadn't noticed you had gotten lost in. There are ripples in the water, and the sound comes again. The closest you can come to comparing it to is a low-toned squeaking rubber toy. You look around at the water and catch something disappearing below the surface from the corner of your eye. Puzzled, more curious than frightened, you reach your hand out and slap the water surface a few times. A moment passes, then suddenly, a few feet from your location, something large slaps against the water as well, in the same sequence you used.
Excited at getting a response from the mysterious... animal, would it be? You reach out and slap against the water again. You wish you'd learned Morse Code when you'd had the chance, maybe you could have used it at the moment. For now, the only thing your slaps against the water have is a slight rhythm that reminds you of one of your favorite songs. Each time you pause, the slaps of water echo back to you across the water. Every now and then you are able to make out a little bit of the appendage used - something long and flattened, and colored a curious pale spring green.
After a good while of this, you notice that tell-tale tingling in your lower legs that tells you you've held this crouch for much too long. Standing up, you stretch and take a look around. There is no sign of your water-dwelling friend, and the sunlight that had filtered through the treetops so brightly just a short while ago was fading rapidly. You still had the trek back to the village ahead of you, no easy task, and it was best to get back before the dark of night. The predators of the woods weren't discriminatory about what ended up in their bellies.
Searching through your bag, you pull out your journal and quickly sketch the area, as well as a small map that would lead you back to this place again. With one last look at the area around you, and no more signals from the strange creature that had seemed so eager to play with you, you turn and begin trekking back through the woods, feeling much better than when you had first approached the stream.
"Do come back again."
The voice, breaking suddenly through the rustle of leaves and chatter of birds, stops you in your tracks. Surprised, you jerk around and look back towards the stream you had just left. Past the trees and some low lying bushes, you see a young man sitting at the edge of the water. He is nude, his skin tanned nut-brown from the sun. His hair glistens green and gold in the sunlight, and he has a warm, slightly crooked smile. You move towards him, confused, with the mind to ask him just what exactly he was talking about, and what exactly he was doing here. The man grins wider, his eyes glittering, and you suddenly find yourself tripping over a tree root you were sure was not there before. You manage to catch yourself before you fall flat on your face, stumbling a few steps, but when you look up, the man is gone.
Frowning, you rush ahead to the waters edge, but there is no sign of the man there. Surprised, and just a little frightened, you look around at the stream's banks, looking for any way the man could have gotten away without you knowing. As you turn almost entirely away from the river, you hear the sound from before again. It is like the squeak of rubber against rubber, but you could swear it sounds more like a chuckle. Spinning around to face the stream again, you notice a creature on the other bank. It's shape is that of a giant river otter, large and muscled, flat tailed and round headed, but it's fur is the strangest color you've seen; pale spring green, with a strange decoration of pale yellow swirls across its back and flanks. You stare at it in wonder - you've never seen anything of the sort before. The creature takes a few bounding leaps along the other bank, then opens it's mouth and lets out that strange sound again, sounding even more like a chuckle now that you can see how it is acting. It spins around, as if chasing its tail, just once, and meets your gaze with its own. For a long moment, neither you nor the creature move, the only sound the rustling of the leaves overhead.
Then, with a single graceful leap, the creature jumps forward into the waters of the stream, disappearing beneath the waters with barely a ripple.
Though you wait for a while, the creature does not resurface, and the coming darkness reminds you why you were leaving in the first part. Trudging back through the forest, hurrying to outrace the coming shadows, you grip your journal tightly, planning already your next visit to the banks of that strange, mystical stream.