.: thunder only happens when it's raining :. {Chii} - " />

Fir Chilis is the name given to the dense string of forested land that fills much of Blossom Forest. There are two different populations, depending on where in the land you are. To the north lays the deciduous forest, full of maples, oaks, birches, and beeches. To the south lay a coniferous forest full of pines and firs. No matter where you are, the trees shelter you from the sun and the rain and the snow. Take care not to get lost in the woods however - you may never find your way out. There are other dangerous here too - predators waiting for their own prey. While the land is prosperous they do not pose too much of a threat, but whenever famine or drought hits, they will attack anything... even other Putnar.

Those looking to hunt will find the forests well stocked - there are white-tailed deer, turkeys, red squirrels, chipmunks, mermots, and moose.


.: thunder only happens when it's raining :. {Chii}

Vaccaro stretched forward, multi-hued pawed finding purchase on an outcropping of rock just below the peak of Rainbow Cliff. His claws grated against the rough surface as they sought security, though really it was more of habit than necessity. While Vaccaro himself might have scaled the cliff with relative ease - his body plastered with muscle and broad bones making him a more than decent athlete - he had searched for the easiest way to the top. This particular trail snaked its way up the steep incline by running nearly horizontal and then doubling back in the opposite direction to create a zigzagging path. The climb and been slow but easy and relatively danger free.

Vaccaro turned to look over his shoulder, just to make sure she was still following him. A smile traced his kissers as his sights fell on her creamy fur, innocent form slowly but surely picking her way along. Yet, there was a sadness in his smile. It had been long enough since he’d found her, bone thin and well, lost, in blossom field; regardless all he’d managed to get out of her was one very odd word: Chii. Eventually, after it had become doubtful that she would say anything else, Vaccaro began to assume it was a name. So, he called her Chii - well, to him she was Chii, but the boy was still hesitant to completely use that as her name… mostly he nodded and encouraged her to follow him, do as he did.

Vaccaro’s smile shifted into a dark frown - instinctually, he turned away from Chii’s carefree being. Why should he think that doing as he did would help her? Hadn’t he withdrawn within his own mind when he had found the pressure of social customs so heavily upon his chest? Why then, was he so quick to assume the best thing to do for Chii was to teach her these ways?

The thoughts pressed in on Vaccaro’s skull as if a storm was brewing, though the day was clearer than ever, blue sky unmarred by clouds. Then another voice trickled into his consciousness. An image of the girls ribs when he had first found her, how they had protruded from her side, how he had felt weary of being near the small bundle of fur for fear of damaging something so delicate. By helping her become “socially expectable” the wolf could only give her the best chance of survival in this world, something that had become inexplicably important to Vaccaro over the past while he had been with her.

Her chances of a safe life, it all depended on her ability to blend in, not draw any attention to herself… It was the exact kind of life Vaccaro himself lead. As much as he could, the richly patterned brute tried to push his thoughts away from how he hated it. His mind was whimpering, begging him to see that she would be safe while his soul was wretching and thrashing at its chains. Had it been up to him, he would have tried to fly, jump off into the abyss of the unknown - laugh and love with all his might, with none of the restraints that bound every pack, every “sane” wolf. He would have dreamed and failed but picked himself up. It might have been extraordinary. He might have thrust the oportunity upon his new companion had it not been for the crippling fear that he couldn’t seem to shake.

The heat was reaching its highpoint of the day - it burned against Vaccaro’s fur and waves of dust were beginning to leave the cliff. The moisture from the crashing falls evaporating so fast that it barely touched the dry cliffs. They were almost at the top… just a few more minutes actually.

“Not far now, just a little longer - but take your time”. He uttered the words though his confidences on whether or not she truly understood him was limited. Admittedly, her responses to his words were inconsistent, sometimes she responded… sometimes not. As an up side, Vaccaro dared to hope that she was beginning to use her body language with some sort of thought, despite the fact that her air of happy confusion never had completely evaporated. Somewhere deep down Vaccaro didn’t want her to ever lose her easy going nature. Still, he was so painfully curious about her: where was she from, where was her family… what did she like, what was her name (officially)? Her lack of ability to communicate never frustrated him, he only felt a certain contentment to stay and listen to whatever her mysterious language (or lack of) would offer him.

Finally, Vaccaro’s head peaked above the top of the cliff. To his left, the river fell off the side of the cliff and the water spray shimmered out for feet beyond. The terrain was still dry, though dotted with a good assortment of bushes - and thankfully some shade. Ears perked and his smile returning, Vaccaro found himself eager to lap up some cool water and rest his paws for a while. In some modest way, this was an adventure for the well practiced brujo - no thoughts of the return journey irked his brain and the thought of exploring nearly made him as giddy as a pup on his first hunt. Moving aside to make sure Chii got over the last ledge without trouble, Vaccaro prepared to assist her if needed.

It was like a small flicker, something near to affection warmed his core as the creamy she-wolf made her way up. Still so thin, so fragile… he felt as if she needed him and in some way he needed her desperately too. The idea was comforting to the wolf, like he wasn’t alone… like this silence actually made him feel understood… ironic really. Then, Vaccaro realized something rather extraordinary: he was happy, like actually… cheerful. For no particular reason other than this thought, Vaccaro laughed out loud, teeth flashing in a wide smile.

VACCARO .::. Knight .::. Adult .::. Pack .::. Love .::. Lineage .::. SOARE

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