that would be up to winter, im up to either love :3//

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that would be up to winter, im ok for both ways love :3//

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(alrighty !)

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Blue shook her head quickly " don't worry about me, I have a place to stay I just wander around for most of the day. I would love to see you again though. I don't get to talk to many people" blue stood from the chair and a brief flash of light they then stood as a large white wolf, tail wagging slightly

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Beryl

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”Of course.” Beryl nodded slowly, maneuvering herself up to her feet. The guardian let out a low sigh of defeat. ’Looks like I’ll have to tack him up again.’ She said to herself inwardly, brushing her hand across her gelding’s broad shoulder. Swinging her head to the side, the guardian parted her jaws so she could inquire the spirit about something, but when she saw a massive white canid towering over her, she kept quiet. “Uh.. I’m going to guess this is your werewolf form, Blue?”

(messed up the coding on accident woops)

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The wolf smiled " it would seem so! Sorry if I scared you" it was getting rather late and blue yawned but pushed their head into Beryl's hand, just about making themselves solid enough for fur to be felt

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Beryl

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A surprised grunt emanated from the redhaired woman as Blue shoved her giant, furry white head into Beryl’s palms. She’d never realized a spirit such as Blue was capable of solidifying certain parts of their body. “Wow.. your fur is.. incredibly soft.” Beryl drawled, clearly astonished.

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Blue wagged their tail faster " thank you! I can only just about turn myself solid , well parts of me at a time" the wolf shook out her fur, making it even fluffier. " I have worked out that while in wolf form my pack can easily touch me. So at night I journey back home to them"

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Beryl

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Beryl wanted to hug Blue’s long, white fur due to how fluffy it was, but knew it’d probably make things awkward. “How interesting.” She murmured, brushing her hands along the sides of the werewolf spirit’s fluffy head. “Where is.. this, er, pack of yours anyway?”

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" far corner of this island, it's a small pack but we have to live here as none of the other island are suitable" blue slowly pressed more of her fur into Beryl's hands, eyes half closing happily

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”It’s a shame the smaller islands aren’t inhabitable..” Beryl sighed quietly, caressing her fingers through Blue’s long fur. A sudden yawn erupted from the guardian’s mouth as she continued to pet the werewolf’s head for a little while longer. “..Does your pack at least enjoy where they live, even if they aren’t able to populate one of the islets?”

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" my pack loves our little corner of forest, we have a cave where we all bundle in at night and sleep in one massive pile of fluff!" Blue blinked slowly and smiled " tired are you?"

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Beryl

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”Hm. Hm. Very nice.” Beryl yawned, lifting one of her slender hands upwards and rubbing it against her left eye. She then nodded in response to the spirit’s question. “Very.. I think I might as well just stay here for the night. I’m sure the horses wouldn’t mind if I had a slumber party with them.”

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" I could stay with you if you like, make sure you are safe" blue sat down, the dust around them not even moving as they slowly sank back into full spirit, the slight glow around her fur stronger now

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(Im just going to assume that since it's been multiple days, it's morning now.)

Yuri
|Blinking awake, Yuri uncurled himself around the departed deer with tenderness. He had enveloped it much like a serpent would with his long, lithe form. The thought gave him a sickening, tight feeling in his chest. Was that how it had felt in it's last moments of life? Had he gone too far, and suffocated it with his prescence? He didn't remember that feeling from it's mind, but sometimes creatures could hide their emotions. Again, like a snake. Shaking his head, he slowly bowed and picked up the cold carcass with a unrivaled tenderness. Embracing it like it was his own child Yuri slowly, slowly made his way out of the cave with silent steps. Reaching the edge of the trees, he set the baby upon a stone. |"In life as in death. Feed the forest with your body, just as you have fed on it. Life as in life, death as in death. Be in peace, young one, and go among your brethren among the great expanse of the sky. Dance, hunt, play, until the light of the sky fades into eternal darkness. Have no fear, small one, I will make sure they do not partake of your bones, so you may be healthier and fuller than in life. I love you, go in peace."| Taking several long minutes, he mumbled many words that resembled prayers. Finally, he stepped back and bowed deeply, his head upon the floor for another minute or so before rising straight into the sky. |"You will take me very much the same, yes father? I... I have no fear in my own death. I know you will take me in time. But...ah, never mind. Peace..."| Sighing, he began once more on his morning exercises and stretches near the lake. An hour passed, and he was done. Padding into the lake, he sat amongst the waves and meditated, doing mental exercises now. This time, it took no more than half an hour. Solemnly, he walked amongst the forest after sludging out of the water ungraciously. Finding a few vegetables and fruits, he moved over to his herb garden and picked some of the succulent shoots. Sending apologies to the plants he had picked; he wiped a few tears he didn't remember shedding away from his eyes. Taking one massive breath, one that opened his chest fully, he let it out over the expanse of many heartbeats. Flexing his arms, he attempted to regain control of his rebellious mind. The death of his friend had affected him strongly, but he refused to let himself mourn. Instead, he pooled it all behind mental dams, using the energy gathered form the raging waves to give him life. How strange, one so attuned with emotions of others refused to let himself feel the same. Realizing he had been simply standing here frozen in place for an uncountable amount of time, he shook himself as if getting rid of a burden and walked to the cave. Reaching it, he started a small fire and started on a simple breakfast.|


Tumbleweed + Cottonmouth
|Cottonmouth busted into the courthouse in the small town, projecting an air of strength and certainty. With great cracking steps, due in part to his iron soled boots, he made his way across the marble floor, leaving scuffs in the beautiful material unknowingly. With a quick flash of observation, he spotted who looked more...certain of himself...than others. It must be the man he was looking for, |"You, the one in the ugly hat, you the mayor of this..........rustic...town, yes?"| After hearing the man spout a few excuses, he scoffed. Weak willed men got nowhere, you only lived if you made sure you did. |"Look, I aint here to kill yall, I'm here to see if you have any bounties or the such."| Flicking the ash of yet another cigarette on the floor, he spat out the chewed butt and strutted over to the corkboard in the corner of the room. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw people go to extreme measures to avoid him. At first, it hurt. Like it always did. But eventually, he pushed it aside. At least they weren't giving him trouble, which would be worse. Grunting as his knee gave him trouble, he scowled at the board. Empty. |"What kinda peace loving? Yall aint got NOTHING? Damn."| Throwing open the doors of the town hall, he mounted Tumble, who gave him a bad tempered snort, and rode into the forest again. Finding an open spot, he decided to practice shooting; would be no good if he lost his touch. Setting a target about a mile away, he continued to deck it straight into the bullseye with 5/6 bullets. He never missed the target, but sometimes his bullets would go wacky due to a wrist spasm or a stray thought and his an outer ring. Each crack of the hammer could he heard from miles around, and he loved it. Spitter was hard to ignore, loud, and had a itchy trigger. What more could you ask for?|

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