Fishin for a Friend {Lethe}

[Micah]

Micah wandered about on his own for the first time in his entire life. The majority of his time had been spent in the dent with his mother and two sisters. Too many girls if you asked him. Trotting along he began to use his nose like he had never used it before, sniffing after every new creature. He could tell the difference between what animals were fool and what animals were not, but other than that he was a little clueless about the world around him. His mother had kept them in the den for as long as she could, wanting them to be as strong as possible before presenting them to the pack. His pack mates seemed to be abundantly females and that didn't sit very well with him. He had been hoping that there would be some males for him to play with, but alas there were only girls with their silly girl games. He huffed to himself before continuing on. Even when the alpha had looked at him he had felt hostility like her had never known before. His mother wasn't the most affectionate, but she didn't outwardly hate her son. The oddest part was that his sisters had been greeted with warmth in opposition to his cool greeting. He had figured that he would ask his mother later why it was that the pack didn't like him. Perhaps he was too big, or ugly, or maybe he had done something wrong on his first day. It was a little disheartening, but the small pup kept his head high in the hopes that the next meeting would go better for him.

His little black nose came across a new smell that was similar to the way that his mother smelt. Crouching down he began to stalk this new smell hoping to surprise whoever this new pack mate was. Getting closer he felt his stomach tighten in anticipation until he could barely hold it in. She scent was really close so he jumped out giving a loud bark at whomever he had crept up on. The female was grey and white looking more like his mother and Octavia than Harper. She was pretty, but not like his sisters were. This kind of pretty was one that he liked. She didn't seem like she would annoy him that much. She looked to be around the same age as him and he wiggled happily at the possibility of getting a new playmate. He was bored of his sisters after all. "Hello! My name is Micah! Who are you?" He didn't even realize that his statement could have come off as rude, he was just too curious to not ask.

Lethe

[Lethe]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Lethe had wandered far away from the rest of her littermates and friends that morning. She woke to the horrific screech of her newfound friend, which woke practically the entire den. The small thing perched on her nose and uttered a truly foul scream, startling her awake so fast that she almost tossed the bird into the air. However, when she opened her eyes and met the owl’s large black ones herself, a burst of light blue calm trickled through her brain as peaceful as the morning breeze, followed shortly by yellow happiness as bright as the morning sun. They burst into her mind like an outsider, and it was something that Lethe was very much unused to.

She was certain, now, that the owl—named Oracle—was putting the feelings and colors into her mind. The creature was a gift from the goddess of the moon, and Lethe felt nothing but thankful to have found her. But Oracle was young and couldn’t fly yet, so she was happy enough riding on the back of the wolf’s head, clinging to the collar of fur around her neck.

Next came the red of blood, and a flash of green, and Lethe instantly sensed that the owl was hungry. Carefully she climbed over her littermates, their stares all agitated except for Willow, who simply looked at her happily. She understood what a gift Oracle was, even if her screeches did sound like she was being murdered.

As soon as they began walking, Oracle clicking her beak happily atop Lethe’s neck, she set off towards Uchai Lagoon. It was a place far from her dens, but she trotted along in a calm aim. She had only been there once, the day she met Arya. The little female was thrilled to see her a few days earlier when they’d found Oracle—the white stuttering pup she met once replaced with something much more graceful. Calling Arya her friend was wonderful, even if she didn’t tell Jaienyx.

With a flash of orangey-red, Lethe turned her head and listened. They were being followed. She crouched down, fearful for a moment, until the smell of an unfamiliar wolf wafted into her nose. She was on Valyn territory, and so she stood once again, unafraid. But out of nowhere, a black pup jumped out and barked at her. Oracle sprung from her hairy nest and screamed harshly, flapping her wings and clinging to Lethe with her sharp claws, calling up the colors of the sunset in her brain. The fae winced, the sound harsh against her ears. “It’s okay, it’s okay! Shhhh!” she told the bird, glad that they were out where no one would hear them. It was only after he spoke that she truly looked at the wolf in front of her.

He was certainly a male, and bigger than The Boy had ever been. And he had a name—Micah. Here was another named male to add to her list. Maybe his mother liked him. She smiled at the ebony pup and puffed her chest slightly to look more impressive against his relatively dopey first impression. It might have come off rude if he were any less excited, but the boy’s enthusiasm was contagious. His fur was shiny and his eyes were deep like the water of the lagoon she’d passed on the way. It made her stomach tickle, and she giggled. “My name is Lethe, daughter of Athena,” she said proudly, her tail wagging and Oracle settling back down into her fur. “And this is Oracle,” she added, gesturing to the fluffy mass on her back. The fae was still childish enough to be proud, and too naïve to know that it might come across as odd that an adolescent bird was sitting atop an adolescent wolf. With a toothy smile, she exclaimed, “she’s an owl!”

tags: Micah
words: 655
muse: decently good
notes: Barn owl sound. xD Also time reference for my own and whoever else's purposes: this takes place a few days after the upcoming Sisters thread when they find Oracle.

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[Micah]

Micah hadn't been expecting the little fluffy creature that was perched on top of her head. If he was less excited he might have taken the time to be scared or even remorseful. The owls screech though tiny was a frightening noise that made his pelt prickle. He didn't know what the little fuzzy creature was, but he had seen many of them flying around in the air. Many of them had different calls, his mother explaining that they were birds. The pretty she-wolf had a name to go with her face. Lethe. Micah thought it was a strange name, but he supposed that his name was strange to her too. Lethe told him that she was the daughter of Athena, but Micah didn't think that he had ever met an Athena. His mother had bore him and his sisters in the jungle a distance away from the rest of the pack's litters. He had heard the other pups romping and playing in the distance, making him long for adventure. Now that he had finally met another pup from his pack he was excited.

The little owls name was Oracle and for some reason that made sense to Micah, it suited her. "My moms name is Amara, although I just call her mom." Micah smiled at the little wolf in front of him glad that he had a new friend. She hadn't even agreed to be his friend and yet Micah was certain that they would be good friends. "You are pretty." He said with a lack of restraint. He was young so he said what he thought and felt with out any shame. She was pretty and he liked her. He wondered if he would ever have a little owl to ride on his back like Oracle did Lethe's. It must have been great fun having a little pet to have fun with. All Micah had was his two sisters, but they never wanted to play the games that Micah wanted to play. Just then his tummy rumbled and he giggled at the loud noise. He was too far away from his mother to go back for food, but he didn't really know how to catch anything on his own.

The lagoon off in the distance was a sparkling blue that shimmered and shined in the sun. Perhaps there would be food there for him to eat. His stomach grew more demanding, but at the same time he wasn't ready to leave Lethe. He didn't know if he would ever get the chance to see her again. "Are you hungry? I was thinking that we could look for food over there." He motioned to the lake his little tail wagging behind him like a propeller. His mouth started to water at the thought of getting some food in his empty belly. It took more and more food to keep his ever growing body filled. He wondered if there were others the same size as him or if it was just him and his father. "Do you know your dad?" Micah didn't know his father and he wondered if that was a normal thing.

Lethe

[Lethe]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Micah spoke to her again, and as his jaw clicked up and down with speech, she took a moment to truly look at him. He looked almost like The Boy, but then... not at all. He was bigger, and his features were more masculine and inviting. His voice was childish but not squeaky, and it had a certain rumble to it that Lethe liked. He was also huge, and though she could tell he was just slightly younger than her, he was already beginning to tower over her. His huge paws spoke of the size he might be, making him clumsy and uncoordinated. It was cute, she thought, but not like when her sister Willow tried to run and her little legs couldn’t keep up with one another. Micah’s ears were large, certainly too much for his own head, but they moved about intelligently despite his dopey speech. His eyes had a certain lilt to them, his eyelids always at an angle that made him seem cooly pleased with the situation. They were like the sky right before a storm, dark and swirling.

And then he said she was pretty. If it were possible, she blushed under the fur on her cheeks, but instead of crumpling under the compliment, she straightened her head and tilted her chin upwards, smiling elegantly. All kinds of wolves had told her she was beautiful, but there was something more candid about the word pretty. And there was something about him saying it, a boy, that made it feel different than when her female friends said it. Her errant brother had certainly never called her pretty. “Thank you,” she said to the boy, her tone proud and knowing. She didn’t want to seem too excited by the compliment.

All over again, she flashed back to her conversation with Arya some weeks ago when they first met. She had defended her brother, Valhalla, and his character with all but tooth and claw. She firmly believed that there was good to be found in males, and though Jaienyx had tried to quell the feeling in Lethe, she couldn’t help but feel an itch in the back of her mind about it. Was Micah a male who would use her and try to control her, as her aunt had said? She looked at him again. He certainly didn’t seem threatening, and Lethe felt it hard to keep her guard up against his welcoming personality and warm good looks. She considered complimenting him back, but held her tongue.

“I’ve never gone fishing before,” she responded thoughtfully. “But it can’t be too hard. I’m hungry.” At the mention of hunger, she felt red and yellow and green flicker through her mind again. “Oracle is too,” she giggled, the sensation tickling her brain happily.

As they padded towards the water’s edge, Lethe was careful over the boulders, and when they hit the gravelly pebbles, they shifted under her paws as she walked. Micah’s question shocked her, at first, but as she let it sift through her mind, she was almost jealous. She didn’t think much about her father—none of the pups in Valyn had them. Or... did they? Did Micah know his father? “No,” she responded finally, her tone void of emotion. She felt nothing towards a male she never knew. “Do you?”

tags: Micah
words: 564
muse: decently good
notes: -

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[Micah]

Fatherlessness seemed to be a reoccurring theme for the pups of the Valyn pack. Neither one of them knew very much about their father. "I don't. My mom always says I look like him though." He gave a lopsided smile before moving a little closer to her. Walking a little closer to the lagoon he wondered if they would be able to catch anything to eat. He had heard that fish were a good thing to eat, but he had no idea how easy they were to catch. Hopefully they were easier than rabbits. Those were the trickiest to catch. The water was blue and cool as he took a few steps closer dipping his paws in the chilled surface. Underneath he could see the creatures swimming to and fro as they tried to avoid his giant paws. Giving a giggle he splashed a little in the water getting the majority of himself wet. "Come on Lethe. The water is great." His bark was loud and deep cracking to reveal that he was not yet as adult as he thought.

Stomping into the watery depths he stalked after the fish not able to keep up with their quick movements. Barking and yipping he pounced around the shallows effectively scaring the fish into hiding. Huffing a little he grinned at Lethe hoping that she had more skill than he did in this particular venture. "Do you or Oracle know how to do this." He made the effort not to leave the owl out of the conversation since it was obvious that the female cared about the little chick. If he had a friend like that he wouldn't want it to be ignored. He hoped that one of them had the skill because his tummy was growing more and more angry with every passing moment. "If you do please hurry."

Lethe

[Lethe]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Micah stepped into the water, and his size became apparent. His coat glistened off the water, and Lethe had to stop a moment and stare at him. He was incredibly handsome, she thought decidedly. In her still somewhat childlike demeanor laid the unbreakable confidence that had been instilled in her from birth. Lethe was a female, and she had a right to whatever she thought. She controlled her own thoughts, and her own destiny—except for what the Goddess had in store, that was.

The silvery femme followed the young brute into the water, and as fish danced around her paws, she laughed. She laughed even harder as Micah flopped around in the water, his body not yet grown into his paws. “You’re silly,” she said, laughing, and she skimmed a paw across the water to splash him. She was touched, though, that he brought Oracle into the conversation—she splashed white-blue over her brain every time someone said her name. She certainly liked being included.

In a moment of instinct and intuition, she followed the swimming creatures with her eyes. In a swift motion, she pressed her mouth into the water and snapped, only grazing the edge of a fish and filling her nose with salty liquid. She giggled and sneezed, and though it stung like fire, she smiled at her ebony counterpart. “Like that, I think.” She gestured at him with a paw. “You try! Your mouth is bigger anyway.”

As Lethe watched him move, she couldn’t keep the feeling from her brain. It felt warm, and she felt almost as if she glowed when he looked at her. He was so... happy. It was refreshing to see a male that wasn’t as quiet or broody as the Boy had been. She spoke the question on her tongue. “You’ll be big someday, I bet. I wonder how big your dad is.”

tags: Micah
words: 313
muse: actual shit
notes: Sorry for the wait, and for what crap this is.

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[Micah]

The grey and black female called him silly and perhaps that is what he was, flopping about in the water like a fish on land. He had never been in the water before so trying to fish was so new to him. A part of him wanted to be more than silly in her eyes. He wanted to be her friend, but another part of him wanted to be better than silly. He watched her attempt to catch the fish, her jaws just barely missing it as it swam along. He wanted to impress her by catching the slippery prey but he had no idea how. His mother had given him basic lessons on how to hunt, but those had been on land. His mother had never mentioned how to fish, at least not to him. He couldn't stalk the fish and then chase them when they drew closer. Perhaps he could wait for the fish to draw closer to him before he tried to catch it. The water rippled ever time he moved scaring the fish away. Only when he remained still did the fish venture closer to him.

Brow furrowed in concentration he waited for the fish to come to him, until they swam lazily beneath his feet. Leaning down he watched them move about trying to decide which fish would impress Lethe more, the large fish or the fish that shimmered. He settled on the larger fish hoping that if he caught it they could share the meal. His mother had fed him earlier in the day so he wasn't very hungry. He watched the larger fish swim in between his front paws until it was close enough for him to grab, yet as he made his move the fish noticed his approaching jaws. Micah caught hold of it's tail and the fish began to flap about as it was removed from the water. Running to the shore he threw the creature on the beach watching it flop on dry land. It's efforts were bringing it closer to the water and Miah was sure he would lose the fish.

"I suppose he is a big daddy. I have never met him, but my mom says that I look just like him. She says that I will be huge one day. I am already bigger than my siblings." He puffed his chest out in pride forgetting for a moment about the struggling fish. He liked that she noticed his size it made something within him ruffle under her scrutiny.