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All Aboard (honk shoo) - Orzepin - 5/15/2026
[introductory thread with Proza before our two idiots get into tomfoolery outside, and with, eachother!]
How long’s was he plannin’ on sleeping?
The pallid wolf, all jaws and broad paws, had perched himself against a sunny rock, sprawled out with his head braced against his forelegs as he watched the dream-dredger… Well, dredge dreams. His eyes are locked onto the minute details, the odd shape of the other’s face, their peculiarly elegant ears, and ruffled fur that sits not-quite-right on their frame. For a moment Orze pondered if they’re even alive, but every now and then he caught a plume of air skate from their nose and into the sky, leaving behind a phantom trace of breath that had him itching to chase it.
But he was trying to be patient, he really was. It was just hard. Really, really hard, given the world around him set his fur alight in a way that he couldn’t recall ever feeling before.
What did he feel before this, if anything at all?
He couldn’t remember, and arguably, nothing was more important to him than waiting for the exact moment the other sleeper’s eyes—
“Oh!”
—Opened.
A surge of giddy delight pushed Orzepin to the edge of the stone, paws tapping little tunes to the flat rock as his smile broadened. “Oh it’s mighty fine you’re all-right there, pal. I’ve been keepin’ watch over you! Thought you might be too dream drunk t’wake up with the way you were snorin’.”
There was, perhaps, not a single ounce of concern for how this wolf might react to someone like him. But something told Orze that deep down, this was his… purpose? No, not quite, maybe…
How long’s was he plannin’ on sleeping?
The pallid wolf, all jaws and broad paws, had perched himself against a sunny rock, sprawled out with his head braced against his forelegs as he watched the dream-dredger… Well, dredge dreams. His eyes are locked onto the minute details, the odd shape of the other’s face, their peculiarly elegant ears, and ruffled fur that sits not-quite-right on their frame. For a moment Orze pondered if they’re even alive, but every now and then he caught a plume of air skate from their nose and into the sky, leaving behind a phantom trace of breath that had him itching to chase it.
But he was trying to be patient, he really was. It was just hard. Really, really hard, given the world around him set his fur alight in a way that he couldn’t recall ever feeling before.
What did he feel before this, if anything at all?
He couldn’t remember, and arguably, nothing was more important to him than waiting for the exact moment the other sleeper’s eyes—
“Oh!”
—Opened.
A surge of giddy delight pushed Orzepin to the edge of the stone, paws tapping little tunes to the flat rock as his smile broadened. “Oh it’s mighty fine you’re all-right there, pal. I’ve been keepin’ watch over you! Thought you might be too dream drunk t’wake up with the way you were snorin’.”
There was, perhaps, not a single ounce of concern for how this wolf might react to someone like him. But something told Orze that deep down, this was his… purpose? No, not quite, maybe…
RE: All Aboard (honk shoo) - Proza - 5/15/2026
[ the beginning , wowzers! ]
Dreams were a blessing and a thick bodied curse. Proza’s body twitched in running, his footfalls spreading clouds in his slumber. His fur was effervescent, bubbles fizzing from his coat. Twisting, crawling, swimming. Like a dense soup or perhaps even a bisque.
What is a bisque, anyway?
Why do I even know that word?
Why do I even know that word?
The bubbles began to fizzle and pop, his flight abruptly ended. Jowls flabbing, slapping in the rapidly descending free fall… the bubblegum ground grew and grew and grew and-
It was gone.
The cold nipped at his nose, the barest slip of light in the horizon. A moment of silence before the unexpected shout… speaking? Whatever the tone it definitely wasn’t quiet.
”Woah, woah big gu-uuuu—yyyyyy…” Proza’s voice caught as he stood and stretched his forelimbs. Its mouth opened in a loud, boisterous yawn, exposing all teeth at once. ”Am I in your land, fella? Sorry ‘bout’s that, I’ll meander off real quick…” it quickly resolved itself to placating the big brute. It knew clearly it’d be outmatched on size and strength but maybe, just maybe, it could outthink.
RE: All Aboard (honk shoo) - Orzepin - 5/15/2026
A sharp, meaty bark of a laugh left the palecoat’s throat as he stood in tandem with the other. About time, too. His legs were getting numb from trying to stay so damn still. Orze shook his head and dragged a paw over the stone, sweeping away what residual fur remained from his spot before he shimmied then hopped down.
“Territory? Ain’t no claim from me at least. It reeks, sure, but I don’t think just one wolf could perfume a whole coastline.”
Cold and partially frozen as it might have been, an ocean was still an ocean and there was an island out there that he’d been feeling particularly prickly about since waking on his own. He sighed though, using his nose to brush off some snow that had gathered on the top of the stranger’s head before trotting a few paces away to assess the area again. At least now he could really take in the sights, and not be so afraid of someone either croaking or freezing out of negligence.
”Guess that means you don’t know where we are either, huh?”
RE: All Aboard (honk shoo) - Proza - 5/15/2026
It naturally flinched when his head was touched abruptly, its fur puffing up and face scrunched. It stared at the pale coat as he moved away, a furrowed frown plastered on its maw.
”Not yours, huh? Well of course I know where we are! It’s the coast! You see that big swishing water, that’s the ocean!” He trotted up alongside Orzepin, tail high. ”I just didn’t know if yoooou had claimed that rock there! That’s all.” A dumb and damnable nod of assurance. ”But uh… in all honesty I don’t know much else. Something feels… strange here. I coulda’ sworn I was somewhere so dry and hot…”
He nipped at the inside of his cheek, looking about finally. Now that he realized, he truly had no clue where the hell they were. The sun was well hidden, diffused light providing the smallest bit of illumination.
”And you’ve come across… no one but me?” It’s ear flicked toward Orzepin before his head turned. ”And you’ve never been here before?”
A wave of discomfort and unease washed over him. The brute was right, it reeked here. Not only of seawater and dead sea life, but distantly of an uncountable amount of pelts. There had to be a big pack nearby. His tail lowered slightly.
”Soo… You ain’t got a pack?”
RE: All Aboard (honk shoo) - Orzepin - 5/15/2026
"Well I know what the ocean is," Orze retorted, but his perplexed expression wrought uncertainty in the statement. "I... someone told me 'bout 'em before, but I can't for the life of me..."
In all that time waiting he didn't have a single inkling to really dig into his brain about the myriad of missing pieces and loose bits and bops, and even now he found it hard to do much more than mull over the now. It was all too convoluted. And, if he were a smarter wolf, he might realize the one he'd 'assigned' himself sentry over was too. Instead his head shook no to both of their questions, a thoughtless grunt leaving his lips as he adjusted.
He was just now realizing that nagging want to move wasn't just because of boredom, or general stiffness, he was sore. All of him hurt, like some great terrible bruise festered beneath the skin, and it made him feel a little queasy just as the waves pushed past some ice floats out on the horizon, creating a crackling shelf of foam and froth that nipped at the edges of their respective toes.
"No, I ain't." The finality of it, and the oppressive sense of wrongness, made him frown. "At least I ain't got one no more, pal."