Wolfblood discussion

Artyom plonked himself down in the middle of the field, looking at the tall-ish grass around him. He might of been checking for snakes, but more probably hoping to find an abandoned gold coin. Maybe today would be his lucky day, when he finally lost the accent! He lay down and stared at the sky, which was littered with white clouds that didn't form anything. The grass around him looked as though it hadn't been mowed for weeks, but it was still a vibrant green.

Ashe quietly walked threw the field. Her blonde hair lightly flowed in the wind, her feet gentle against the soft, warm grass. She quietly humed a song that filled the air with as much warmth as the sun did.

He sighed, completely oblivious to the fact that he may be wagging a lesson by laying here. If he could have a grave anywhere, it would have to be here, since this spot received so much sun. Enough so, that it would penetrate the soil and coffin to warm his bones. "Not bad. Your morbid thoughts are getting you closer to that emo stereotype." He usually spoke to himself when he had nothing better to do.

Ashe slowed down to a stop, quieting down as she heard a male voice in the distance. For a human, her hearing was a lot better then it should be.

He was having a jolly good time, lying here on the dirt with no-one but himself for company. Honestly. To lighten the mood a tiny little bit, Art started whistling an improvised tune, proudly showing off his amateur whistling skills. He added some lyrics in his head, but they didn't fit into the tune. Rather, they were freight-train lines that were incredibly stupid.

Dear God. Don't you think it's time we talk?
This accent is horrible...so please take it away and let me speak normally.
A pizza would be nice right now.
What time is it? Forgive me, I think I'm missing class.

Ashe lightly giggled, standing a few feet from art,"thats an impressive song, did you write it yourself?"

Art turned his head to look at her and smiled, "Well, hello there. I'm Artyom, call me Art. Pleasure to meet you. And, yes. I did write it myself. What can I say? I'm an artist in the making." He tended to speak a lot. Not when he was nervous, just all the time. He was always one of those chattering types. You know, the chatter boxes.

Ashe lightly laughs,"im.. Ashe. and.. I kinda like your accent.. where are you from?" she slowly sat next to him. Ashe was friendly to everyone, she saw good in everyone even if they were evil. She always tried being honest, but sometimes it didn't always pay off, she just hoped this beginning of a friendship lasted longer then the others.

"Russia! Of course. Isn't it obvious?" He flashed a goofy smile, before speaking with a deliberately thick Russian accent, " I roll the 'R's and stress the syllabus." He sat up and brushed some dirt from his back, "Where do you come from?"

She smiles, "here in England.. though I like your accent better"

"That's awfully kind of you, but as you might've heard from the lyrics of my prestigious song, I'm trying to lose the accent." He shrugged, "People can't understand me sometimes and that isn't good if I ever hope to find a job here. My amazing good-looks don't help." He joked and put emphasis on the word 'amazing'.

Ashe faintly laughed, "well.. what are you good at?"

"Being a pest...uh...yeah, no. That concludes my list," Artyom didn't want to list anything he was good at. He though it was equivalent to boasting and that was just plain rude. "And now it seems that I am good at wagging as well." He checked his watch and his shoulders slumped slightly.

She lightly nods, "well.. if you ever need a job you can always come to me, im sure I could help you in some way.." she smiled reasureingly before looking out at the green field.

"Okay, thanks." He looked at the dirt beneath his nails briefly before returning his gaze to Ashe, "So, what brought you out to the field in the middle of this beautiful day?" His words must've been a curse because the white clouds that were in the sky last time he checked had now been replaced by dark, brooding storm clouds.

Ashe slowly looks at the sky, smileing,"the fields are so peaceful, like nothing could destroy them. I can never keep away from it"

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." He pointed out a angry storm cloud in the distance, "That looks like it could pretty well, damage this place." Small droplets of rain started to fall from the clouds that loomed overhead and Artyom sighed as one landed on his shirt, dampening a small area on his shoulder. This weather reminded him of Russia, which wasn't the best since he came here to escape from the torturous weather over there.

Ashe lightly blinks, nodding,"i know of a cave near by we can stay in till it clears up"

"A cave?" He laughs, "That's cool! Lead the way."

Ashe faintly smiles, standing up as she quickly hurrys towards a cave that's hidden in the grass of the field.

(sorry I gtg, ill probably be on tomorrow if my cell is working)

Art follows her to the cave and looks at it, clearly impressed. "How could I not know about this?" He bends over and looks into the cave.

((Mkay))

((i was wrong, I have a few minutes left))

Ashe smiles,"i.. Kinda have it hid on purpose, so only my friends and I can find it" she heads in, motioning for him to follow.

Art follows her, wearing a grin, "So I'm your friend now?" His grin remains as he looks around the cave curiously. Maybe there'd be some ancient markings from ancient times on the wall or something. Though he doubted it. A few seconds after he'd entered the cave, the rain increased noticeably into more frequent and fat drops.

Ashe smiles, nodding as she looks back at him.

"So, how'd you find this cave? Luck?" He ran his hand over the jagged walls before finding a smoother spot to rest his back on.

Ashe faintly smiles,"in a way.. Yes.. I found it a year ago when I was running from something in the forest.. For some reason the thing wouldnt come in here, I dont know why though"

"Maybe this is some sacred place," Art replied, "What 'thing' was chasing you? Did you happen to catch a glimpse?"

Ashe nods, "it was a type of.. dog.. but bigger. it was all white with gold eyes."

"Ooh. Mysterious. Maybe it was a wolf? I don't know if they're common around here though," Art shrugged, "Or it could be the infamous werewolf."

Ashe tilts her head,"infamous werewolf?"

He laughed, "Old myth. You know those wolf/ human hybrid things? Yeah, they don't exists."

Ashe smiles, nodding,"oh yeah, I believe i've heard of them before when I was a little girl"

"Same! I still hear about them all the time from one of my friends. He's all like, 'Dude! Did you hear? The were are around. I swear I see them all the time!' And then I hang up...because he rephrases that in 50 different ways and repeats it to me," Artyom sighed and skilled with bitter-sweet nostalgia, "But he's a good friend...Anyways. The point is...werewolves do not exist...yeah." His sentence ended in awkwardness and he started waking around the cave, re-examining the walls.

Ashe nods, smileing,"i believe you. Weres are just something your parents tell you in order for you to behave. Around here theres foxs and stray dogs, but we havent had a wolf in our forests for years" she looks around before sitting against the cave wall.

"Yeah." He stopped at a particular section of the wall where there was some kind of marking or painting thing on the wall. It appears to be drawn in rocks or some organic thing...because it sure didn't smell nice. He leaned in closer to get a better look at it. It depicted a wolf and a man both nodding to each other respectfully. "Weird..." He muttered and moved on to the next part of the wall, which was also covered in drawings.

((I haven't actually watched the series...so I have no idea what 'wolfblood' is about, other than the fact that they're wolf-shifters.))

((lol yeah, basically, but people often mistake them for werewolfs))

Ashe looks over,"what is it?"

((Oh, okay. I would say that I might check the series out...but I'll end up forgetting about it anyways.))

"Some cave art, or whatever they call it. It's all about wolves and humans and stuff," He rolled his eyes once more and the sheer stupidity of the drawings. Wolves and humans couldn't be friends. If they were tamed, they'd be considered dogs. The next picture displayed a girl hugging a wolf, who looked content in her arms. "Wild imaginations, the artists have."

((if you wait till this weekend, im gonna try to put it on this group this weekend))

Ashe nods, walking up,"well.. In the olden days, only indians could tame wolves. Maybe thats what its saying?"

((i would right now, but I can only use laptops on the weekends lol))

((Okay. Why can't you use a laptop on the weekdays? Just curious.))

"Not to be racist or anything, but these people seem pretty white to me," Art shrugged, "I dunno...they just give off a white vibe." He looked around awkwardly, not knowing why he'd said that last comment. "Hey, do you have a torch or something. I'm gonna explore the cave, since I have nothing better to do." He touched the drawing, and was surprised to see that no dust or chalk came off onto his fingers.

((mines broke and I go to my grandma's house on the weekends to help take care of her since she's sick so I use her laptop when there))

Ashe pulls out a lighter and grabbed a stick, tearing off part of her shirt and she wrapped it around the stick before lighting it on fire which worked like a torch,"will this work?"

((Oh, okay.))

Art smiled as he watched her make the torch, "Yeah...that'll work just fine, but it won't last very long." He took the torch from her hands, "Are you coming?" He just hoped she wasn't one of those girls who screamed at the sight of a rat. If she was, he'd be deaf before they made it to the light again. The place seemed to be filled with rats, since it was dark, slightly moist and stunk.

Ashe smiles,"sure. I explore this cave all the time" there was alot of the cave she hasn't got to see yet and she didn't plan on missing out.

"Cool, cool," Art grinned and started to trek deeper into the cave, making sure he didn't get too far ahead of Ashe. "So, I'm guessing that you've already explored this cave time and time again?"

Ashe follows, nodding,"and each time I can never find the end of this endless cave, but each tunnel is something to be impressed about I'm sure" she manages to keep up with him, looking around.