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Post by Ylva on Jun 21, 2009 13:58:15 GMT -5
Well, he took it neither wrong way nor the right way, she thought and shrugged in her mind. She moved to the side where there were large rocks she could jump up, gaining ground on him. The top of this mountain looked flat from below, and it probably was. She remembered the last time she had climbed a mountain this big. The view from above was beautiful! This made her want to go faster, but again, she held her pace steadily. |
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Post by cursico on Jun 22, 2009 9:49:51 GMT -5
Cursico looked at Ylva, sensing he had probably just missed something big but not really having any idea what. Can't have been his footing or he'd have... Speak of the Devil, Cursico got tangled up in his paws and fell face-forward into the ground. The only noise he managed to make was a surprised "Umph". Should have expected this... He thought drearily trying to shake dirt out of his ears. "Argh, I'm in pain." He laughed, rolling onto his back and doing a purposely terrible job of looking like he was in pain. (Just in case Ylva thought his head wasn't tough enough to take getting whacked into a mountainside, Hm? No need to dramatics.) "Aaaargh! The agony!" He howled out, crossing his front paws over his chest.
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Post by Ylva on Jun 22, 2009 14:20:25 GMT -5
Ylva stopped when she saw him go down. She calmly walked up to him and sat down. "Oh really?" she asked, a comical look on her face. Great, he's the dramatic type, she thought to herself. She then burst into laughter, she couldn't help it. "Quit foolin' around pup, let's get going!" she exclaimed and stood up, tail wagging. |
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Post by cursico on Jun 23, 2009 8:33:18 GMT -5
Cursico grinned at her, and rolled up onto his feet, staggering a little with dizziness. "I could have been killed!" He protested, puffing himself up and making an angry face. With a flick/twitch sort of movement of his tail, the malamute was racing back up the mountain now more determined to stand on the top and howl a hearty victory. No pup could get to the mountain, so he could make this... some sort of adult... growing thing? Not that it would last and he knew that, but adding more things onto his challenge just made it all the more satisfying.
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Post by Ylva on Jun 23, 2009 15:49:17 GMT -5
Ylva shook her head in amusement. She laughed to herself and ran after him. Definitely young, she thought. Either he hasn't seen enough of the world or he's still just young. She shook her head, clearing her head of all the memories of the past, pausing just a moment to do so. Hopefully she covered it up well so he would just think that she had gotten leaves in her fur. After so, she continued to run. |
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Post by cursico on Jun 24, 2009 17:09:05 GMT -5
((Ooc: Cough... Time travel >:3))
Cursico looked up after what seemed like year of running. His sides were heaving in a way they never had before, and he felt like he was about to suffocate. Like a train which finally couldn't work up anymore energy from its fuel to run, Cursico slowed to a stop, his paws covered with snow.
"Ugh." He panted, looking up and was devestated to see the tip was still such a long way away... Actually it might have just looked like that because his vision was blurring and swaying... Oh wait he was swaying. "Why am I seeing 3 peaks?" He asked aloud, knowing full well he was hallucinating because the oxygen up here seemed to be switched down to -10. Cursico turned his head, sort of hoping to see Ylva was in better condition than him, cause otherwise just about anything could knock him over.
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Post by Ylva on Jun 27, 2009 15:16:01 GMT -5
Ylva's head was a little dizzy as well but she had been on mountains like this before so it didn't effect her as much. "Now is when we slowly go up," she told him. "Eat some snow. It'll help." She sat down beside him tiredly and began to wash herself of the muck from down below. "That is, if you want to keep going." She looked at, amusement in her eyes. |
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Post by cursico on Jun 27, 2009 17:41:04 GMT -5
Cursico blinked, "But eating snow is bad for your stomach, throat and mouth." He complained, pulling a face like he had just eaten something bad, although he messed it up for panting so hard. The blurring of his vision was getting on his nerves, but he couldn't say he was thirty. Oh no, not thirsty, just like his head was going to explode because his brain was swelling up like crazy. "You're supposed to melt it." The malamute closed his eyes, waiting for the crazy rush to pass. Though he wasn't used to so much going up, he had plenty of experience with snow, too much if you asked him. The throbbing seemed to abate with his eyes closed, although there was a strange sensation of him still moving.
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Post by Ylva on Jun 28, 2009 0:33:33 GMT -5
Ylva cocked her head at him. She could tell he was dizzy. "If you won't eat the snow then at least get to a lower level where head isn't spinning," she told him and started on her way down, careful not to slip. If he didn't do something soon, he would pass out and then she would have to take him down the slope. Which was something she didn't want to do. |
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Post by cursico on Jun 28, 2009 6:55:07 GMT -5
A ripple ran through him as if someone had just plugged him into an electric socket. "We can't give up now!" He shrieked in horror, just about using up most of his oxygen in the process. The throbbing stopped, but it was replaced by a numbness that was much scarier. Okay... I suppose I'll have to give up... He thought miserably, not having the air to speak.
With a longing look up at the peak still so far away, Cursico took a deep gasping breath and lumbered behind Ylva. "Do you think it would kill me if I rolled down?" He asked, before laying down and rolling himself down. "Wheee!" The dog enthused, forgetting about his crazy head. Well, afterall he was spinning while he head was spinning so supposedly they cancelled each other out.
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Post by Ylva on Jun 30, 2009 0:29:57 GMT -5
Ylva watched him as he rolled passed. She chuckled in amusement. Good thing going down won't effect him as much as his going up would, she thought, figuring he would work his way down slowly. "Go slower! Or your brain will explode!" she warned. She followed him slowly, being careful to watch for icy spots. |
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Post by cursico on Jun 30, 2009 7:04:34 GMT -5
Cursico giggled while rolling, barely being able to hear Ylva above the crush of snow and the sound of it falling after an assult from a dog. "Faster! Faster!" He yelled, getting a mouth full of snow and spitting it out with a cold tingle remaining on his tongue. "Wheeeeeee!" By that point, alot of his fur was packing weight, and he was beginning to look like frosty the snowman "I want some brain pie!" It seemed a miracle he hadn't hit something, a stone or an upturned root perhaps which would have hurt or sent him careening into the air doing backflips and cartwheels. "You should try it!" A dog spitting out snow called, not even sure where Ylva was anymore. Well, if she had rolled down when he did it could have been a race!
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