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Posted May 04 2012 10:09 PM
Heyoka had stayed with his brother for some time, but the two had split up. Riv, the melanistic coyote, would probably have an easier time passing as some sort of dog, even though he was less than approachable. Heyoka, on the other hand, was far bolder, always pushing the boundaries, testing the waters, trying new things. Riv would probably stay away from humans, hide and never be seen. Heyoka had already been raiding villages like a plundering pirate. He had wandered off because it was obvious the humans were catching on that something was off. They were smart, but he had to be smarter to stay alive. They hadn't seen him. Yet. He planned on keeping it that way.
It was refreshing being able to lope through wilderness. Though the western coyote had never actually seen the lands his kind were from, his ingrained instincts made him a formidable threat to the native wildlife. He had never hunted before he escaped, and he was still quite clumsy, but he was doing better. He learned fast, and he felt assured that if he needed food terribly bad, he'd find his way back to some humans and eat some more cat food.
It was well established that dogs hated him. He wasn't sure why really. Perhaps it was just that he smelled wild, and not normal. Well he liked dogs just fine, unless they were being troublesome. The ones he had observed in the village seemed pretty soft. Some were downright edible, and he would know. He did know. Strange that dogs could be so delicious, considering some didn't look so different than a coyote. More people meddling, Heyoka thought. People loved to meddle in animal business. He huffed, and sprang up on top of a large rock. His thick winter fur was shedding out, and he looked particularly rangy, with tufts of thick downy coat sticking out at odd angles. Heyoka reached around to chew at an itchy spot on his back. He could barely reach it, and was practically folded in half, raking his front teeth over the spot. Satisfied that he had taken care of the itch, he straightened out, stretched, and hopped down from the rock.
The coyote's yellowish-green eyes scanned the landscape curiously. It was lush, green, full of life, and smelled strongly of dogs. Oddly enough, it didn't smell strongly of humans. From what Heyoka had gathered from being loose was that, as a general rule, to smell dogs generally meant to smell humans. The two species were always together, and Heyoka could see the appeal, but he preferred to simply use the humans to his advantage, not get cozy with them. And humans didn't want to get cozy with coyotes, they wanted to kill them.
With no human scents around, Heyoka decided to try something he hadn't done yet. It hadn't seemed safe, and there was no one to call to, or to announce to, and since it hadn't been safe, there was no need to simply howl to howl. However, Heyoka wanted to see if these strong dog smells had any faces nearby, and he had an idea how to rattle their cages, so to speak. He threw back his head and howled a high pitch, yappy, coyote howl. It was something Japan's creatures had never heard in the wild, and quite possibly a sound they might, one day, wish had never been voiced.
Posted May 06 2012 03:04 AM
Posted May 07 2012 08:57 PM
Heyoka had howled his coyote howl, a howl that, to many, often sounded more like a strange laugh, or cackle, than a howl. At least in the way he was howling now. It was not a beautiful, graceful song like that of a wolf. Heyoka lacked melody, but he didn't think so. Besides, he liked the way he howled. He didn't stop when he heard the rapid paw-steps of a dog approaching, but the corners of his lips pulled back into a grin he could hardly contain. When the dog started jabbering, Heyoka stopped howling to listen, and when he did, his toothy grin grew wider, his yellow-green eyes glimmered.
What a funny dog! And such funny colors. Dogs were always funny colors. Colors that made no sense to the coyote. Humans liked those funny colors, but humans were just as strange as dogs. Heyoka laughed at the black and white dog. What ridiculous questions. "What a silly dog you are! Black and white, no shades of gray, but your mind's all full of clatter!" He sprang at the dog, landing close, snapping his teeth together, and then bounding away laughing.
"Oh me, oh my. Me, me, me!" The coyote sprang back up on top of the rock. "Yes, you are a silly dog. Did the humans fill up your mind with their nonsense?" He reached up with one paw, drawing it over one of his long ears and pulling it down over his head, and then releasing it to spring back into it's normal position. Heyoka jumped back down from the rock, trotting around the dog, tongue lolling from his mouth as he grinned and laughed.
"It really is so sad that my howling disrupted your thoughts. That work you do, it must be ever so important. Are you holding the ground down? Or the sky up? Here, let me help you." Heyoka continued dancing around the dog, always ready to spring away should the dog get angry and try to lunge at him, for he knew what he was about to do would aggravate the dog further. He began to howl, sharp, short notes, mixed with a sort of bark. It sounded like a cackle mixed with a scream. "Where are you moon, so white and bright? But what? You're sleeping? Why, I didn't know! I will sing a song early to wake you, and to chase the sun away! Away! Away! Away! Ha Ha! Ha Ha!"
Heyoka, bounded back up onto the rock on light paws and began howling loudly, making as much noise as he could. What a silly dog. Coyotes didn't howl exclusively at the moon, and Heyoka hadn't ever thought of a time when he had ever really sang to that bright, silvery face in the night sky. But why not now? Sing to sister Moon. Father Sun would want to cover his precious ears while Heyoka picked his worse notes, purposefully making his howling sharper, and higher pitched. As soon as it began, Heyoka stopped, and cocked his head, and stared at the black and white dog.
The trickster, the clown, Heyoka was probably not regarded highly for his honesty, or his morality, but he wouldn't be a coyote if he was. "How was that, Blabber-Dog? Did that make it better?" He laughed, clearly enjoying himself. "Shall I sing a working song next to help you work? Work, work, work!"
Posted May 09 2012 03:00 AM
Posted May 12 2012 03:11 AM
To K., Heyoka was the one bounding around like an immature child, but to Heyoka, the black and white dog was the one that was in need of a lesson. So serious. So like a human. But dogs were like humans, at least the ones Heyoka had seen, so it really wasn't all that much of a surprise to him. So boring, so boring. He didn't even make any funny noises like that silly fox. Oh ho! How me loved that fox for his upset sounds. All the foxes in all of Japan would need to beware of the coyote obsessed with gekkering. If he saw another fox, he would be sure to get it upset enough to make those sounds. But this dog. Oh! What a pain. He needed to laugh more, he needed to not take life so seriously. Even Heyoka's snapping jaws didn't get more than a disdainful lift of the paw. He's more human than I thought!
And even as Heyoka laughed in his strange, high pitched way, the dog began to bark loudly, “At least my head is full of thoughts and ideas, not empty like yours. The humans have nothing to do with me, and I have nothing to do with them. I suggest you shush yourself, you imbecile.”
Oh! Oh! Heyoka lowered his ears, feigning a hurt expression. “Oh my mind, my poor mind. Empty as the sky on a hot summer day,” then the coyote started laughing again, springing up onto his hind legs, mocking humans and their silliness. “Oh! But don't you know? Humans and me? We have everything do do with each other!” The coyote hopped around in a circle on his hind legs, realizing how amusing it was to bounce around like that. “Why, the humans taught me how to speak their language! They taught me how to open doors! They taught me all sorts of things, and then they said, 'Heyoka, you are a smart coyote, yes you are, but you know, your fur is so much prettier than the ones we wear. We'd like to have it.'” The coyote made exaggerated facial expressions as he spoke, deepening his voice to play the role of the human. Then Heyoka dropped onto all fours and cowered on his belly, looking up at where he had been standing. “'Well that won't do, human. That won't do at all. I need my fur, I don't have all of those different furs to wear like you.'” And do you know what? I left. I opened my cage door and walked out.
Heyoka stood up and walked forward, right up to the border collie. “Walked. Out. Just like that. They probably miss me. I'd miss me.” Heyoka laughed, lolling his tongue out and throwing his head back to howl one short note. He looked back at the black and white dog, with his irritated expression and his ears held so tight against his head that they looked like they didn't exist at all. Yes. He was a silly looking dog.
“Stop talking, shut your jaws. I am in fact holding up the earth on which you stand. My work is extremely important and you have ruined almost a day's amount of it. A day's, do you know what that may mean? That may mean that another traveler, not so friendly and as tolerant as I, might wander up this road, and with a snicker-sack, lop off your head and go galloping back!”
Oh ho! Heyoka laughed at how serious the dog was. Did he honestly think that Heyoka would believe that he was holding up the earth? Ha! And the more the dog talked, the more content Heyoka grew. He actually was beginning to sound funny! “Ha. Ha ha ha ha ha!” Heyoka began to laugh uncontrollably. He couldn't believe that the dog actually had it in him to be funny, even with that dark humor. But Heyoka's entire existence was the face on both sides of the coin. Though he was a funny creature by nature, Heyoka was known to screw things up to make things not so pleasant for whoever it was that was so happy. He didn't always make sense, in fact, most of the time he didn't make sense, but he didn't need to.
“And you will gladly go, won't you? You rapscallionious thing! That grin of yours should not exist, you should not exist. You are an intruder and do not belong here.”
Heyoka could honestly not get himself to stop laughing. He wasn't sure what was more funny. How serious the dog was, or how serious the dog thought he was. Serious humans, and dogs, were strange, always taking everything with such grim expressions, and always angry at those who didn't look as grim as they. And Heyoka? All he could do was laugh at them. And what was worse for those serious, grim-faced creatures, was that Heyoka's laugh was not mocking. All the way down to the bottom of his heart, Heyoka found the absurdity of it all hilarious. But Heyoka hadn't even heard the best part yet. The black and white dog, apparently at his wits' end, snarled. and snapped, ranting and raving about trees-know-what, something about shutting up, and something about humans and guns, about the dog coming back and Heyoka not being there, about a quiet song, and something about not all birds being song birds. Blabber, blabber, blabber. The dog spoke more than a chickadee in the spring, and almost as much as a human. That was it! He talked more than any normal dog, he talked like a human. He talked to hear himself talk, Heyoka was sure of it!
“Whaaaaaat?” Heyoka cocked his head to the side in a very exaggerated manner, splaying his ears out on the sides of his head. “What about song birds and hawks, Blabber-dog?” There was something beneath the glittering amusement in his eyes, it was a hungry predatory gleam, and he pulled his lips back to reveal yellowing teeth in an equally hungry grin.
Posted Jul 01 2012 07:20 PM
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