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Who signed off on this..? - Orpheus - 5/7/2026
There was a.. a humming filtering through the wind, a tune brushing against his ears; it was familiar and yet.. a mystery of why it was so. He’d never heard this song before.. or at least he hadn’t thought so. It was like a tug, pulling him somewhere further and further until finally..
His deep honey dropped eyes sputtered open, the abrupt rays of sun flickering through the flash of blinking lashes. He was awake.. though hadn’t he always been awake? He didn’t remember falling asleep.. or..
His gaze shifted from his.. paws? Huh.. then to his surroundings, the grass, the trees, the sky. It was a beautiful sight.. however an unfamiliar one.
Where was he?
He had absolutely no clue.. it was.. uncomfortable; he was finding out he knew not of so many things in such a short period of time, how unfortunate, the boy was feeling more lost by the second. All he could do was lift himself from the bed of grass he’d found himself in, and find something he did know.
The boy knew not of where he was heading, just that he was going, wishing for that odd tug to return so that he may find where it led.. alas the wind was as silent as it normally would be, or at least he figured that was the normal, the wind doesn’t usually hum right?.. yea, right.
A sigh of mild frustration would huff through his nostrils. It was quite upsetting finding himself so lost, the only good thing he could find in the moment was the fact that everything had such a beautiful sight to it. The trees, the grass, the flowers, it must’ve been spring, he knew that much and yet why did even that seem so unfamiliar.. even the sky-.. huh.. what’s that?
A blur of blue of blue and yellow glided past the foliage of the trees above, he might’ve thought he was seeing things if he hadn’t seen it again, this time perching on a branch just a bound or two away. The little feathery creature was staring right at him, head tilted and a song filling his ears. Maybe he knew what was going on, where he was! A small, hopeful smile dotted across his lips and he began a quick trot over to the tree where the little birdie had planted itself.
"Hello! Can you..- can you hear me from up there??" His voice traveled, at least he hoped it had. "That’s.. that was a stupid question sorry.. uhm, do you think you could help me? I’m not too sure where I’m at an-" Before he could even finish his attempt of asking for directions, the bird of blue, white and yellow feathers lifted its wings, and fluttered away. "W-wait..!" He’d call out, his paws turning his body and moving to follow in the same direction with a newfound urgency in his steps. "Hey come back! I was just asking a question..!” He hoped his voice would meet the pretty bird, maybe he’d feel some type of sympathy for him, turn back, give him some kind of direction.. alas, that seemed to very much not be the case.
Not once had he let his eyes leave his little bird.. and perhaps that’s why he’d lost his footing and dove head first into an awfully cold body of water. A stream, not deep enough for him to be swept away, yet so much so his fur was able to wade in it, even if not by lot. His face was now dripping with water, and his fur doing the same likeness just in a less intense manner. He hadn’t cared much for the slight heaviness the water brought.. perhaps he hadn’t even noticed it, all he could see was his help getting lost within the canopy.. leaving him alone, and just as clueless as before..
RE: Who signed off on this..? - Ffionn - 5/8/2026
It has occurred to her - perhaps once or a billion times - in the past few days that she had not an inkling of how to find her family.
She did not even know what they looked like; Ffionn entertained the idea that Fleta would be her mirror image, though likely with a more sunny outward disposition compared to herself. But without a large reflective surface, she really couldn't even see what she looked like... so how was she supposed to know Fleta if she saw her?
Moreover, it mattered little if she died of dehydration or hunger first.
Her mouth was tacky and Ffionn's stomach long gave up on its complaints for sustenance. Luckily, she had some familiarity with edible plants and managed to find meager offerings to keep her from succumbing entirely to lack of food. Truthfully, she hadn't tried to hunt because she had yet to come to grips with the mouth-watering desire for blood that flew in the face of her vegetarian lifestyle prior to appearing in Mythris. A distant, nagging part of her mind knew she would eventually buckle to baser instincts, but she was intent upon fighting it every step of the way until that point.
In her ill-fated trek through the dappled woodlands, Ffionn caught the sound of running water, though its whispered babbling suggested it was not an impressive body. But most water led to a source, unless it was underground and, at this point, she would take any water at all. Maybe she could find where it emptied out and its delta would offer her more tubers or other plants she could eat.
She just had to follow it, right?
On paws that remained ill-fitting in their newness to her, Ffionn plucked along a trail at the water's edge. She clumsily navigated undergrowth and vegetation that sprawled into her path, somehow managing to slap herself in the face with almost every branch or creeping vine she passed. It was an art form, really.
By the time the sound of the other wolf's footsteps reached her ears, it was already too late. She crossed the next tangle of roots and newly sprouted trees who chose their homes poorly and, unwittingly, stepped right into the splash zone for the stranger's impromptu dip in the creek. It wasn't a gargantuan amount of water, but the shock of it left her standing stiff-legged and her dripping face morphed into wide-eyed shock. Tufted ears, sodden edges flopping over with the weight of their watery passengers, were held to the sides of her head as confusion wove itself through her.
Her breath stalled briefly before she recovered in bits and pieces.
Ffionn's eyes landed on the other and she slowly maneuvered the scene's fragments around the metaphorical board, determining something close to a story.
Clearly, the other wolf was swimming, but they didn't notice how shallow the water was.
As soon as the words left her, she felt waves of embarrassment roll over her. Of course they could tell they couldn't swim in that - anyone with any sort of clarity at all would know.
Her throat bobbed nervously. She had to fix this - she could definitely socially finesse her way out of this. Ffionn's gaze was still round and glued on Orpheus, though not with fear.
She nodded mechanically, perfunctory, as if to double down on the observation even as the familiar keening buzz of anxiety rang in her eardrums.
She did not even know what they looked like; Ffionn entertained the idea that Fleta would be her mirror image, though likely with a more sunny outward disposition compared to herself. But without a large reflective surface, she really couldn't even see what she looked like... so how was she supposed to know Fleta if she saw her?
Moreover, it mattered little if she died of dehydration or hunger first.
Her mouth was tacky and Ffionn's stomach long gave up on its complaints for sustenance. Luckily, she had some familiarity with edible plants and managed to find meager offerings to keep her from succumbing entirely to lack of food. Truthfully, she hadn't tried to hunt because she had yet to come to grips with the mouth-watering desire for blood that flew in the face of her vegetarian lifestyle prior to appearing in Mythris. A distant, nagging part of her mind knew she would eventually buckle to baser instincts, but she was intent upon fighting it every step of the way until that point.
In her ill-fated trek through the dappled woodlands, Ffionn caught the sound of running water, though its whispered babbling suggested it was not an impressive body. But most water led to a source, unless it was underground and, at this point, she would take any water at all. Maybe she could find where it emptied out and its delta would offer her more tubers or other plants she could eat.
She just had to follow it, right?
On paws that remained ill-fitting in their newness to her, Ffionn plucked along a trail at the water's edge. She clumsily navigated undergrowth and vegetation that sprawled into her path, somehow managing to slap herself in the face with almost every branch or creeping vine she passed. It was an art form, really.
By the time the sound of the other wolf's footsteps reached her ears, it was already too late. She crossed the next tangle of roots and newly sprouted trees who chose their homes poorly and, unwittingly, stepped right into the splash zone for the stranger's impromptu dip in the creek. It wasn't a gargantuan amount of water, but the shock of it left her standing stiff-legged and her dripping face morphed into wide-eyed shock. Tufted ears, sodden edges flopping over with the weight of their watery passengers, were held to the sides of her head as confusion wove itself through her.
Her breath stalled briefly before she recovered in bits and pieces.
Ffionn's eyes landed on the other and she slowly maneuvered the scene's fragments around the metaphorical board, determining something close to a story.
Clearly, the other wolf was swimming, but they didn't notice how shallow the water was.
Ye can't swim in that,she offered in little more than a mumble, but the words weren't spoken in judgement or any sort of duplicity - they were earnest, if hesitant.
It's too shallow.
As soon as the words left her, she felt waves of embarrassment roll over her. Of course they could tell they couldn't swim in that - anyone with any sort of clarity at all would know.
Her throat bobbed nervously. She had to fix this - she could definitely socially finesse her way out of this. Ffionn's gaze was still round and glued on Orpheus, though not with fear.
Those are nice feathers,she blurted, trying to divert from his lack of swimming prowess, or at least which waters were good for swimming, and instead remark on the feathers stashed in his paler fur.
They're... feathery. Very nice.
She nodded mechanically, perfunctory, as if to double down on the observation even as the familiar keening buzz of anxiety rang in her eardrums.
Very cool,she hastily added.