Kayla | Domestic African Barrier Hawk | Bored | Tagged: None | At work
"Yeah, ferrets wouldn't be that great of an idea for a first pet for a kid, especially a young one. They're very active and a bit mischievous. But if she really wants something fluffy and stuff, the chinchillas would he great. They're docile and don't smell that much...they're in the next isle over."
Kay let out a groan of relief as the rather chatty woman walked away. Did one have a right to be that paranoid when she clearly didn't know anything about animals? No. She didn't mind helping customers, but you get a fair share of obnoxious ones. Oh well, that was far, far from the worst. Besides, it was worth the admittedly pretty small amount of money that still was barely enough to pay for food and clothes. Mostly her own, as R.E seemed to have a way of acquiring basic necessities. Though she'd like to believe it was obtained honestly, given the temperament of her twin, they were probably stolen. Live and let live, she guessed. Her twin didn't force her not to do stupid things. (Though, she admitted, jumping into a moving train was not one of her finer moments. Neither was attempting to reconstruct a side of their house with tree trunks. But that was just fun, not stealing.)
30 minutes left in the shift, unless someone didn't show up and she needed to cover. She wheeled her cart of food supplies over to the rodent section and started replacing the water for the mice, who, along with the rest of the small furry animals, ran for the hills as soon as she was in the vicinity. At least they had a modicum of common sense despite being raised in captivity. Though it became extremely annoying to try and take them out of their cage for a customer when they scattered, hid, and squeaked bloody murder, which she definitely wouldn't perform in front of a bunch of humans.
R.E | Ruppell's Vulture | Focused | Tagged: None | The Library
The scrawny teen was in the very back corner of the library, on a small stool smooshed between two bookshelves. The position, while it may have looked somewhat inconvenient, was as private as she could make the very public library, and that was their intention. Tongue poking out of the side of their mouth in concentration, they seemed completely engrossed in the book they were reading, a volume that looked like some sort of horror novel, with the ominous-looking eye symbol on the front cover. R.E didn't even seem to notice the rare person passing by, which would normally make them press against the wall as if trying to disappear into it.Occasionally they'd move to push their overlong bangs out of their eyes or tug on the edge of their jacket, but that was all.
Kayla | Domestic African Barrier Hawk | Bored | Tagged: None | At work
"Yeah, ferrets wouldn't be that great of an idea for a first pet for a kid, especially a young one. They're very active and a bit mischievous. But if she really wants something fluffy and stuff, the chinchillas would he great. They're docile and don't smell that much...they're in the next isle over."
Kay let out a groan of relief as the rather chatty woman walked away. Did one have a right to be that paranoid when she clearly didn't know anything about animals? No. She didn't mind helping customers, but you get a fair share of obnoxious ones. Oh well, that was far, far from the worst. Besides, it was worth the admittedly pretty small amount of money that still was barely enough to pay for food and clothes. Mostly her own, as R.E seemed to have a way of acquiring basic necessities. Though she'd like to believe it was obtained honestly, given the temperament of her twin, they were probably stolen. Live and let live, she guessed. Her twin didn't force her not to do stupid things. (Though, she admitted, jumping into a moving train was not one of her finer moments. Neither was attempting to reconstruct a side of their house with tree trunks. But that was just fun, not stealing.)
30 minutes left in the shift, unless someone didn't show up and she needed to cover. She wheeled her cart of food supplies over to the rodent section and started replacing the water for the mice, who, along with the rest of the small furry animals, ran for the hills as soon as she was in the vicinity. At least they had a modicum of common sense despite being raised in captivity. Though it became extremely annoying to try and take them out of their cage for a customer when they scattered, hid, and squeaked bloody murder, which she definitely wouldn't perform in front of a bunch of humans.
R.E | Ruppell's Vulture | Focused | Tagged: None | The Library
The scrawny teen was in the very back corner of the library, on a small stool smooshed between two bookshelves. The position, while it may have looked somewhat inconvenient, was as private as she could make the very public library, and that was their intention. Tongue poking out of the side of their mouth in concentration, they seemed completely engrossed in the book they were reading, a volume that looked like some sort of horror novel, with the ominous-looking eye symbol on the front cover. R.E didn't even seem to notice the rare person passing by, which would normally make them press against the wall as if trying to disappear into it.Occasionally they'd move to push their overlong bangs out of their eyes or tug on the edge of their jacket, but that was all.
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[quote]Remar Wicks/ he/him/ 27/ Bearded Vulture/The Woods of the North [/quote]
Ah~ Rain. The weather that represented Remar the best. Gloomy and cold. What else better shows the male's life style now and days? His ways is just to live a lonely life style even though he doesn't like to be alone. The male could have just stayed in the town, or completely abandon this place all together like the note told him to, but he didn't, he stayed here and now lives his life as a bird in isolation.
Wicks shook of the rain that he been gathering in his feathers. [i]Now is not the time to sulk about your dumb decisions, don't even think about them. Your past life is no longer who you are, your life now is living completely like a beastblood in isolation. You have no one to blame except yourself.[/i] the man told himself.
Remar quickly took to the skies after giving himself a pep talk with one thought on his mind. Food.
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Remar Wicks/ he/him/ 27/ Bearded Vulture/The Woods of the North
Ah~ Rain. The weather that represented Remar the best. Gloomy and cold. What else better shows the male's life style now and days? His ways is just to live a lonely life style even though he doesn't like to be alone. The male could have just stayed in the town, or completely abandon this place all together like the note told him to, but he didn't, he stayed here and now lives his life as a bird in isolation.
Wicks shook of the rain that he been gathering in his feathers.
Now is not the time to sulk about your dumb decisions, don't even think about them. Your past life is no longer who you are, your life now is living completely like a beastblood in isolation. You have no one to blame except yourself. the man told himself.
Remar quickly took to the skies after giving himself a pep talk with one thought on his mind. Food.
Lincoln Marshall | He/Them | Early 20s | Domestic Moose | Wolves' Watch Since we're starting over, I'm giving Lincoln a better entrance.
Huge hooves lumbered through the otherwise quiet forest. Lincoln didn't favour this form, but he could cover more ground in less time. His heavy pelt was soaked from exposure to the rain. Not that it was pouring, but he was out long enough that it might as well have been. Lincoln had been heading due west for a few days, barely taking a break. He promised he'd rest as soon as he reached a town with a motel. Fancy hotels and large cities weren't an option due to his limited funds.
He came across railroad laid on the forest floor. Diligently, he listened for the sounds of an oncoming train. When the world greeted him with silence, Lincoln proceeded to cross the tracks. He walked for a while before stopping at the edge of the plateau. From there, he could see a small town nestled in a slight valley.
"Perfect," He thought. With great care, Lincoln followed the edge until he was level with the ground. Not a too fair bit away, he noticed a lake. On its shore was a dilapidated shack. Lincoln thought nothing of it. Small town kids will do anything to pass the time. He knew from experience. If not bored teens, than the shack had to be some homeless person's. Either way, he wanted nothing to do with it. Humans would get suspicious if they saw a moose with a backpack strapped to its antlers and beads around its neck. Snorting with indifference, he continued to the town.
Lincoln Marshall | He/Them | Early 20s | Domestic Moose | Wolves' Watch Since we're starting over, I'm giving Lincoln a better entrance.
Huge hooves lumbered through the otherwise quiet forest. Lincoln didn't favour this form, but he could cover more ground in less time. His heavy pelt was soaked from exposure to the rain. Not that it was pouring, but he was out long enough that it might as well have been. Lincoln had been heading due west for a few days, barely taking a break. He promised he'd rest as soon as he reached a town with a motel. Fancy hotels and large cities weren't an option due to his limited funds.
He came across railroad laid on the forest floor. Diligently, he listened for the sounds of an oncoming train. When the world greeted him with silence, Lincoln proceeded to cross the tracks. He walked for a while before stopping at the edge of the plateau. From there, he could see a small town nestled in a slight valley.
"Perfect," He thought. With great care, Lincoln followed the edge until he was level with the ground. Not a too fair bit away, he noticed a lake. On its shore was a dilapidated shack. Lincoln thought nothing of it. Small town kids will do anything to pass the time. He knew from experience. If not bored teens, than the shack had to be some homeless person's. Either way, he wanted nothing to do with it. Humans would get suspicious if they saw a moose with a backpack strapped to its antlers and beads around its neck. Snorting with indifference, he continued to the town.
Roan | They/Them | 16 | Rogue Pine Martin | Apartments
Roan looked around cautiously before running up to the entrance to their apartment building. They had the squirrel they'd killed for dinner held in their mouth. Hopefully, Flynn would like it. Who were they kidding, Flynn was always happy when they brought him presents. Running around the side, they got to the fire escape. Using some of the trashcans underneath, the managed to climb on top of the dumpster and jump to the ladder. They counted four flights before they reached the fifth floor and put down their squirrel so they could open the window.
Grabbing their pocket knife, they jiggled the lock open and climbed through the now open window, grabbing their squirrel as they went. Roan partially closed the window behind them and headed to the fridge, proudly placing their catch near the front. Shifting back, they glanced at the clock and sighed. Eight more hours until Flynn was done with work. Oh well, he was used to her visiting him at work, even though he told her not to.
Jumping through the semi-open window, Roan turned back to push it the rest of the way closed. They couldn't close it, but no one came up the fire escape to rob them after what had happened to the last guy who tried.
Dropping to the ground from the bottom of the fire escape, they began to head towards the nature center. It wasn't unusual for small animals to get into the center, so the staff usually didn't mind if Roan decided to come by. Plus, kids loved being able to pet her. By now, her wet fur was beginning to bother her a bit, so she picked up the pace running to the center.
Flynn | He/Him | 19 | Human | Pineford Nature Center
Okay, so getting a customer service job when he could barely get a sentence together when talking to strangers was not his most thought out idea. But presentations and tour groups were easier than these one-on-one questions. Granted, talking about the animals did help with his nerves.
He sighed as he once again looked at the schedule and saw that there was a field trip coming to visit. Just great. Looking out the window, he hoped Roan had enough sense to stay inside and not get wet from this rain.
Standing, he once again went around and checked that everything was clean and presentable.
Roan | They/Them | 16 | Rogue Pine Martin | Apartments
Roan looked around cautiously before running up to the entrance to their apartment building. They had the squirrel they'd killed for dinner held in their mouth. Hopefully, Flynn would like it. Who were they kidding, Flynn was always happy when they brought him presents. Running around the side, they got to the fire escape. Using some of the trashcans underneath, the managed to climb on top of the dumpster and jump to the ladder. They counted four flights before they reached the fifth floor and put down their squirrel so they could open the window.
Grabbing their pocket knife, they jiggled the lock open and climbed through the now open window, grabbing their squirrel as they went. Roan partially closed the window behind them and headed to the fridge, proudly placing their catch near the front. Shifting back, they glanced at the clock and sighed. Eight more hours until Flynn was done with work. Oh well, he was used to her visiting him at work, even though he told her not to.
Jumping through the semi-open window, Roan turned back to push it the rest of the way closed. They couldn't close it, but no one came up the fire escape to rob them after what had happened to the last guy who tried.
Dropping to the ground from the bottom of the fire escape, they began to head towards the nature center. It wasn't unusual for small animals to get into the center, so the staff usually didn't mind if Roan decided to come by. Plus, kids loved being able to pet her. By now, her wet fur was beginning to bother her a bit, so she picked up the pace running to the center.
Flynn | He/Him | 19 | Human | Pineford Nature Center
Okay, so getting a customer service job when he could barely get a sentence together when talking to strangers was not his most thought out idea. But presentations and tour groups were easier than these one-on-one questions. Granted, talking about the animals did help with his nerves.
He sighed as he once again looked at the schedule and saw that there was a field trip coming to visit. Just great. Looking out the window, he hoped Roan had enough sense to stay inside and not get wet from this rain.
Standing, he once again went around and checked that everything was clean and presentable.
Lincoln Marshall | He/Them | Early 20s | Domestic Moose | Pineford Nature Center | @
BlackJay
Lincoln slowed his pace as a building became more visible. He thought it could have been a ranger's office or something to that extent. It would explain the hiking trail he had to navigate around. Anyone could be walking the trails, even this early in the morning. Determining he was far enough away from the building, Lincoln shifted into his preferred form.
He knelt down, so the backpack would fall from his rapidly shrinking antlers instead of falling on his neck. It fell to the ground with a soft thud as Lincoln finished his transformation. He grabbed the bag, unzipped it, and took out his orange, insulated jacket. Just like his fur, his clothes were wet too. Starting to shiver, Lincoln put on the jacket. He didn't bother zipping it up, however, and slung the hiking backpack over his shoulders.
Standing up, Lincoln brushed himself off. He glanced back towards the building. No doubt it had something to do with nature being this far out in the woods. Using that logic, it most likely had maps of the area. The first step in Lincoln's plan was knowing where he was.
"Nice place," He mumbled as he walked into the building. Lincoln stood in the foyer, scouring the room for brochures or an information desk.
Lincoln Marshall | He/Them | Early 20s | Domestic Moose | Pineford Nature Center | @
BlackJay
Lincoln slowed his pace as a building became more visible. He thought it could have been a ranger's office or something to that extent. It would explain the hiking trail he had to navigate around. Anyone could be walking the trails, even this early in the morning. Determining he was far enough away from the building, Lincoln shifted into his preferred form.
He knelt down, so the backpack would fall from his rapidly shrinking antlers instead of falling on his neck. It fell to the ground with a soft thud as Lincoln finished his transformation. He grabbed the bag, unzipped it, and took out his orange, insulated jacket. Just like his fur, his clothes were wet too. Starting to shiver, Lincoln put on the jacket. He didn't bother zipping it up, however, and slung the hiking backpack over his shoulders.
Standing up, Lincoln brushed himself off. He glanced back towards the building. No doubt it had something to do with nature being this far out in the woods. Using that logic, it most likely had maps of the area. The first step in Lincoln's plan was knowing where he was.
"Nice place," He mumbled as he walked into the building. Lincoln stood in the foyer, scouring the room for brochures or an information desk.
{ sorry sorry sorry for the absence, I was caught up with a bunch stuff; including the new map I'm making because the current one just,,,annoys me. (PS. map making is much, much harder than it sounds.
Oke | they/he | ~17 | rogue coyote | Pineford Nature Center
It didn't take long for the canine to spot a familiar building in the distance. Quaint, but neat. To the back of it, a handful of cars slept on the asphalt of the tiny parking lot. Oke sat by a tree, just out of view, and watched. The Nature Center. He hadn't worked there yet. From where he sat, he couldn't see any "hiring" signs, but he knew they were probably open for employment. At least, hopefully. If not there's always that coffee shop. Or the Library, Oke thought with a twitch of his ear. Or the gas stations maybe—no, who am I kidding, I couldn't work there. His fur bristled just slightly at the thought. None of the gas stations in Pineford were particularly good, but a fair lot of them were down by the slums of town, and heaven knew those ones were even worse. Some said Ferals stalked down there in the form of rats and stray dogs, but...
Come to think of it, Oke had no idea. It'd been a couple years since he'd last been there. He hadn't ever had the need to, after all. Not after he'd gone rogue.
The coyote shook his head, ears flat. It wasn't the time to think about that right now. How much will they pay? he thought, its gotta be more than the coffee shop, ri— His train was cut off by a sound a little ways away. Huge ears pricked, Oke sat up, his front paws almost lifting off the ground as he searched for the noise. Off in the trees, on the other side of the building, a figure was moving. Oke cocked his head to the side as he saw the figure change inside, shrinking dramatically. A shifter?
Oke flattened himself to the ground, backing into the brush behind him as his amber eyes stayed locked to the misty trees ahead. He lost track of the figure multiple times between the shadows of the trees, and a couple times it didn't come back into view for a while. But eventually, a man in a thick orange jacket emerged. Oke almost dug himself into the ground trying to stay covered, but the man didn't see him, and he walked right on in to Pineford nature center.
It took Oke a moment to figure out his plan; he prayed the Beast just wasn't a Feral—not with the news that had been going around. No, he couldn't be, when do Ferals ever just waltz right into a human place? Oke shook his head as he rose, backing away behind the tree, but he did come right from the direction of Wolves' Watch... Oke shifted, standing straight against the tree. No one was looking, no one saw. So he straightened his jacket, fixed his hair, and followed the man inside.
{ sorry sorry sorry for the absence, I was caught up with a bunch stuff; including the new map I'm making because the current one just,,,annoys me. (PS. map making is much, much harder than it sounds.
Oke | they/he | ~17 | rogue coyote | Pineford Nature Center
It didn't take long for the canine to spot a familiar building in the distance. Quaint, but neat. To the back of it, a handful of cars slept on the asphalt of the tiny parking lot. Oke sat by a tree, just out of view, and watched. The Nature Center. He hadn't worked there yet. From where he sat, he couldn't see any "hiring" signs, but he knew they were probably open for employment. At least, hopefully. If not there's always that coffee shop. Or the Library, Oke thought with a twitch of his ear. Or the gas stations maybe—no, who am I kidding, I couldn't work there. His fur bristled just slightly at the thought. None of the gas stations in Pineford were particularly good, but a fair lot of them were down by the slums of town, and heaven knew those ones were even worse. Some said Ferals stalked down there in the form of rats and stray dogs, but...
Come to think of it, Oke had no idea. It'd been a couple years since he'd last been there. He hadn't ever had the need to, after all. Not after he'd gone rogue.
The coyote shook his head, ears flat. It wasn't the time to think about that right now. How much will they pay? he thought, its gotta be more than the coffee shop, ri— His train was cut off by a sound a little ways away. Huge ears pricked, Oke sat up, his front paws almost lifting off the ground as he searched for the noise. Off in the trees, on the other side of the building, a figure was moving. Oke cocked his head to the side as he saw the figure change inside, shrinking dramatically. A shifter?
Oke flattened himself to the ground, backing into the brush behind him as his amber eyes stayed locked to the misty trees ahead. He lost track of the figure multiple times between the shadows of the trees, and a couple times it didn't come back into view for a while. But eventually, a man in a thick orange jacket emerged. Oke almost dug himself into the ground trying to stay covered, but the man didn't see him, and he walked right on in to Pineford nature center.
It took Oke a moment to figure out his plan; he prayed the Beast just wasn't a Feral—not with the news that had been going around. No, he couldn't be, when do Ferals ever just waltz right into a human place? Oke shook his head as he rose, backing away behind the tree, but he did come right from the direction of Wolves' Watch... Oke shifted, standing straight against the tree. No one was looking, no one saw. So he straightened his jacket, fixed his hair, and followed the man inside.
Lincoln Marshall | He/Them | Early 20s | Domestic Moose | Pineford Nature Center
Lincoln walked to the small brochure stand near the empty reception desk. He spun it around until he found what he was looking for.
"Finally," He mumbled under his breath. Lincoln plucked the map out of it's slot and opened it up. "The west coast, huh? Couldn't have gone too far south." He continued his verbal train of thought as he walked back towards the entrance. He was so focused on the map he almost didn't see the man coming inside. Swiftly, he stepped out of the way.
"'Scuse me," Lincoln apologized, yet his freckled face remained completely neutral. Before the man could say anything back, Lincoln tried to slip past him and continue on his way.
Lincoln Marshall | He/Them | Early 20s | Domestic Moose | Pineford Nature Center
Lincoln walked to the small brochure stand near the empty reception desk. He spun it around until he found what he was looking for.
"Finally," He mumbled under his breath. Lincoln plucked the map out of it's slot and opened it up. "The west coast, huh? Couldn't have gone too far south." He continued his verbal train of thought as he walked back towards the entrance. He was so focused on the map he almost didn't see the man coming inside. Swiftly, he stepped out of the way.
"'Scuse me," Lincoln apologized, yet his freckled face remained completely neutral. Before the man could say anything back, Lincoln tried to slip past him and continue on his way.
Roan | They/Them | 16 | Rogue Pine Martin | Pineford Nature Center
Roan chittered happily to themself as they saw the nature center come into view, easily scampering around the feet of the two guys conveniently keeping the door open. Sniffing, they quickly found Flynn and climbed him to rest across his shoulders.
Flynn | He/Him | 19 | Human | Pineford Nature Center
Flynn frowned slightly. Had he heard someone? He was in the back, doing inventory for the who-knew-how-many-th time out of sheer boredom, but now he could swear he'd heard the door open. Poking his head out of the closet, he let out a squeak as he saw not one guest he'd missed, but two. He was so dead if one of them complained.
Turning to go out and basically beg them not to tell his boss he wasn't at his station when they'd come in, he managed to trip over his own feet and hit one of the shelves, knocking down a couple boxes of brochures. Which, of course, fell on his head.
Groaning, he got up and rubbed at the spot where the boxed had fallen. This is why Roan insisted on being with him all the time. Walking out of the closet, he felt a tug on his pants as, speak of the devil, Roan climbed him easily and made themself comfortable. Rolling his eyes, he walked into view of the two standing by the door and plastered his customer smile on his face.
"Hi! Welcome to the Pineford Na- Oh, there one goes, bye."
Roan | They/Them | 16 | Rogue Pine Martin | Pineford Nature Center
Roan chittered happily to themself as they saw the nature center come into view, easily scampering around the feet of the two guys conveniently keeping the door open. Sniffing, they quickly found Flynn and climbed him to rest across his shoulders.
Flynn | He/Him | 19 | Human | Pineford Nature Center
Flynn frowned slightly. Had he heard someone? He was in the back, doing inventory for the who-knew-how-many-th time out of sheer boredom, but now he could swear he'd heard the door open. Poking his head out of the closet, he let out a squeak as he saw not one guest he'd missed, but two. He was so dead if one of them complained.
Turning to go out and basically beg them not to tell his boss he wasn't at his station when they'd come in, he managed to trip over his own feet and hit one of the shelves, knocking down a couple boxes of brochures. Which, of course, fell on his head.
Groaning, he got up and rubbed at the spot where the boxed had fallen. This is why Roan insisted on being with him all the time. Walking out of the closet, he felt a tug on his pants as, speak of the devil, Roan climbed him easily and made themself comfortable. Rolling his eyes, he walked into view of the two standing by the door and plastered his customer smile on his face.
"Hi! Welcome to the Pineford Na- Oh, there one goes, bye."
