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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2017 9:38:53 GMT -8
| Dark limbs pressed on, making quick word of the dry, harsh lands of Ferus. Pulling her brows together, Semira stared aimlessly at the land ahead of herself, where the commons lay. The adrenaline that once pumped through her veins anticlimactically faded, and instead replaced it's self with determination. Much behind her, a battle raged on. Clearly outmatched wolves would fight to their death, refusing to loose their territory to such beasts. Would the alphas fall? The male, no doubt. Would the pregnant Alphess be slain where she stood? The fatalities stood no interest to Semira, unlike the matter of winning, or loosing. Had she had stayed, there was no doubt that she would have been pushed into the flood of war as well, and that couldn't be risked. Flicking her ears slightly, the lithe lupine longed for the blossoming, beautiful territory that was held captive by Lubrusca. Rushing water, and lovely green, everything Ferus was devoid of.
Stepping into the clearing, Semira would tentatively clear her throat, letting her bright optics find the remaining three wolves. The pup Hale would no doubt be sulking, pitying himself. Xanthe seemed to have had a bit of a spat with no other than Jay, which Semira had already taken note of. As for her own brother, the similar looking male must be within the clearing somewhere. Readying herself to speak, Semira didn't bother focusing on anyone in particular, if they had any amount of curiosity about the war, and the fate of the pack, they would listen.
"The attacks have started," Semira rumbled out, her voice rasped slightly, due to lack of speech throughout her journey. "And seem to be quite successful, the wolves of Lubrusca seem to be horribly unqualified for a fight." The female tipped her head, her eyes narrowing as she thought over each wolf she saw before she departed.
Three? Four. Four, they had left four behind. "Solex," Semira called out for her brother, padding towards him if he had responded to her. "Where's Ram?" She scowled in distaste for the brute, searching her sibling's gaze. | OOC: Salutary Solex , @hale , @xanthe - First 'real' post as Semira. Hope it's okay. ^-^; |
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Post by Salutary Solex on Feb 19, 2017 10:28:51 GMT -8
| Solex was simply not tempted by Slate and her actions. They had agreed that they would put their ranks before each other, and Thatcher would simply not allow either to be with the other. This war was something that he simply didn't wish to go into, especially harboring feelings with another. So he would simply brush Slate off and ignore her, letting his emotionless face do enough talking to tell her that he simply wasn't interested. It pained him to act this way, especially considering how close he had gotten with the she-wolf before, but now was different. Silene was dead, which meant that Solex was the next best thing to being a Salutary for the pack. He knew almost all the herbs he needed to know, and that was simply from experiencing it underneath Silene's guidance. The black brute would not risk his position for the sake of some she-wolf. Thatcher wasn't a kind Alpha, he would remove Solex quickly from the pack if he were tp be fraternizing with someone so much like he had been with Slate.
Giving a small growl, he would pay a small amount of attention towards the Beta, and how he treated Xanthe like a child. Typical superior males, trying to play the hero and protect their she-wolf. Everyone knew of Jay and Xanthe, how they acted around each other and their body language screamed that there was something more. Of course, someone like Jay who was closer with Thatcher than anyone else was going to be allowed some leverage when it came to things such as she-wolf's. Jay and Thatcher were both the only superiors in the pack, aside from the smaller ranks such as the Salutary and Sentinel. So of course the two would pick she-wolves before any others would. Thatcher seemed to have been slightly close with the black bitch Absinthe, but he knew that she was simply not compatible with the Alpha. Her reckless demeanor and careless behavior had already stated so.
Turning his black cranium towards Xanthe and Hale, the two that were to have stayed behind because, in all honesty, they weren't battle ready. Especially considering Xanthe and Jay's current situation, it would prove harder on the battlefield, and provide little gain to Ferus' ability to win. Solex had stayed behind for two reasons; his skills in healing and his sister. His ties with her were much to strong for him to focus completely in battle if she were to have been there. Solex's one weakness was her, even if he didn't properly show it around other wolves. He would give his life for his sister to be able to live on, especially during a battle like this. Something like that clouded the mind and caused little judgment to be made. Emotions were reckless things that should never be brought on the battlefield, especially in such a war as this. Every fight would be to the death, and if one wasn't focused enough, they would die at the jaws of their opponent. Gray eyes flickered towards a wolf that entered, knowing it was his sister before anything else, the male would immediately be at attention, listening to what she had to say. It was a little relieving that they were winning. The other pack was inadequate in terms of their strength compared to Ferus'. They were seasoned warriors, while the other pack seemed to have been more docile in nature. Typical of soft-hearted Alphas. They brought up their packs on the values of family and love, making fighting less of a necessity, when it was the only thing that would help them survive.
As his sister approached him, he found comfort in the fact she didn't address anyone else. It showed the relationship between the siblings rather well, although the question she asked was rather bothersome. Where was Ram? "The coward probably snuck off to the battle, or simply disappeared, just like he always does," Solex growled. He wouldn't ever forget the fight between himself and the brownish-red wolf, whom had cowered and ran away as soon as an intruder appeared. It would have been like him to follow the pack to the other territory, especially considering the arrogant coward thought that he was better than Thatcher. "Did you not see him along your way through the terrritory?" He asked, looking towards his sister. She was perceptive, but if she hadn't even caught Ram's scent along the way, something was definitely amiss. | |
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2017 16:10:22 GMT -8
| Blinking, Semira tried to rid the unease that filtered through her lithe body. Solex's inquiry burned her to her very core. Each word sent a new sickening disgust to prickle at her limbs, first her legs, then her tail, ears, nose, torso. Why hadn't she sensed Ram? Was she losing her key touch? Furrowing her brow in general annoyance, her gaze swept her brothers, his placid expression bringing a strange feeling of contentedness to surge over the painful mixture of anxiety, and anger. Shuffling her paws, she couldn't help but pause before replying. Slate had perished within the war, rather quickly. Though Semira hardly grieved, she gingerly eyed her brother, wondering what his response to - what she presumed to be - the first casualty would be. No doubt he was connected to the sleek wolf, but now he was, as expected, shielding himself with work. A strategy his sister was not foreign to. Pursing her charcoal lips, her reply was slow, each word carefully plotted.
"No." Her gaze lingered briefly on her brother's chest, where his heart was located. Would it be broken by the news she had to bare? "There was no scent of him." The darkly hued bitch did not doubt for a second that the asshole of a male decided that he should battle, what an ignorant wolf indeed. Little did she know of his recent demise. Her only knowledge of the dead was Slate, bring that vile taste back to her mouth. Her brother was the only wolf she had felt connected to, the only one she could lean against, and the only one she could talk so freely with. Gliding forwards with one sleek paw, her expression faded into a sympathetic tug of her brows, her lips curving downwards. It settled weird upon her face.
"Solex.." She murmured, working up the courage to spill. If the Sentinel was being honest, the ebony bitch had almost found herself looking down upon her brother. Under these circumstances, with Thatcher as their Alpha, the war, and his impending position - why was he foolish enough to let himself fall for another wolf. "Slate.." Her voice dropping quieter, dispelling any of the potential eavesdroppers that lingered around the camp.
"She defended her pack with pride."
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Post by Salutary Solex on May 31, 2017 7:45:40 GMT -8
| Solex was intrigued by his sister's reaction to what he had said. It seemed that he had struck something that was a little uneasy for the female. He knew his sister too well to know that she would take missing Ram as a blow to her pride and rank. But maybe that wasn't the case here. Hopefully not because the little weasel was bound to get himself killed trying to do whatever it was he was trying to do. Ram was never one to actually stand up to Thatcher, especially when he ran like a coward while Solex stood and fought the current Alpha. Maybe if Solex had just killed Ram before Thatcher had come along, They would have seemed more organized, and would have seemed like Solex was the Alpha. And Thatcher would have left the territory alone.
Now it was riddled with blood. The blood of wolves that didn't deserve to die. The blood of wolves who deserved to die as well. The blood of the pure, and the blood of the disgusting cretins that should have never been born. Through it all Solex would remain silent, because he wasn't one to stir conflict under a leader such as Thatcher. His time had come and gone to do so. He failed to keep Thatcher from reigning over the pack, and therefore Solex was nothing more than a subordinate. Fighting a useless cause like Ram was probably doing, was futile. Ram would die on the battlefield, just as many others would. And he would be a lifeless carcass that no one would miss. He felt that way about all of his packmates. No indifference if they were to live or die. Especially considering it had nothing to do with him if they did. He separated his heart and self from the pack, as he had done for many years. The only thing he hadn't done that for was Semira.
His sister who should have gotten so much out of life, but was stuck in the barren wasteland of Ferus with him. He knew that she held more potential than Jay himself, and the she-wolf deserved to show that. But she hid her talents, just like Solex kept his under lock and key. The siblings could rule the pack if they wanted too. They come overcome anything together, but it would be a matter of letting themselves go, and not caring for the outcome. Solex wouldn't care either way if he were to die trying to get his sister to show her full potential, because she would be a menace to anyone that walked Ferus lands. She was smart, quick-witted, strong and emotionally stable, unlike most wolves they lived with.
She mentioned a familiar name, and Solex was only half listening to what she said about the now dead female. She acted like Solex cared at all. Maybe he would have if he didn't shut himself off. Maybe the words would have hit home more than they did if he hadn't pushed Slate away. But he knew that something like this would happen. What comes with war, was death. Nothing more, and nothing less. He knew that wolves would die battling, and some would end up mourning for those that did, but he looked to his sister indifferently. "Slate is of no importance to me. She died, right along with packmates we know, and wolves that are scattered across the battlefield that will never have any names," He said, looking to his sister with cold steel eyes that told her he didn't care for her talk of the dead she-wolf. It was Slate who cared for him, it was her who showed weakness in the time before battle, and it would be her greatest downfall, as she now was eternally gone from the world.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 12:06:02 GMT -8
| For a few moments, it seemed as if dear Solex was simply swept away in his head, thoughts crossing over, and interrupting reality. Soon, he replied, with dead eyes of steel. Furrowing her brow in return, Semira felt her mouth go dry - not out of dehydration, which the ebony bitch had grown accustomed to during her time in the barren wasteland -, he was shut down, slowly ebbing away any emotional connections he may have. Blinking blankly, the Sentinel merely shrugged, allowing her body to stretch out, her spine clicking as her weight pushed her weight from her haunches, to her forepaws. If her brother disregarded emotional ties with the pack wolves, so be it. "Okay," The word was slow, stretched as she was already swept away in other matters, ones that did not involve her brother, or his apparently missing feelings towards the female he seemed to once find endearing.
Semira, for one, wasn't opposed to the idea of a mate in general. But, with her rank, it was strictly banned - a rule she didn't think twice about. Even if she did, work came first, it was her duty to ensure that her pack was safe before herself, though she may not have a heavy impact. Besides, Semira herself wasn't to fond of a silly roadblock that could block her path to success.
Rolling her shoulders, her eyes briefly closed into thought, taking a careful stroll through her head. The battle, by the time she had arrived in Ferus after a 1 1/2 day trek - a travel that should have taken 2-3 days, but she hadn't fought, so she rushed her walk - the war would be over, and the wolves of Ferus would begin their 3 day journey home, or some would stay behind to occupy the newly secured Lubruscan land. Who would stay? Twitching a charcoal hued auricle, members, new and old, drifted through her mind. There was certainly no time to dilly-dally. The new unranked members must receive ranks, they must sort out the newly claimed land, and heal up injuries.
Suddenly, her eyes shot open, securing onto her brother's cool metallic optics. But she remained in a steady silence. There was nothing to say, no need to be spitting out facts like a machine, having them all listed in her head. Semira was exhausted, but her eyes were wide and glossy, her ears pricked and twitching at the smallest sound, per usual. The only thing that gave away her lack of rest was the faltering heave of her sides as she suppressed yawns into small sighs, her mind so occupied there was no room for sleep. Padding a few small steps to the right, her body drooped into a laying position, her cold eyes leaving her sibling's out of both lack of interest in the suddenly iced conversation, and slight annoyance at his lack of emotions. But, who was she to talk? Every thought about it brought the word closer, and closer into her mind. Hypocrite.
Semira seldom thought about another wolf, and on the occasion she did, it was short lived. Burned to crisp in the boiling territory of Ferus, shriveled and dead. Was it lonesome? Sure. Though she couldn't tell, how were you supposed to declare oneself lonely, if it was a feeling that was foreign? The constant demand of tasks and duties were what kept Semira going, and now, as the rest of the pack traveled, her task was finished.
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Post by Alpha Jay on Jun 7, 2017 11:21:23 GMT -8
| Alpha Jay of Ferus
- Time Skip: 3 weeks - Another restless night had been ahead of him as he lay still in the commons where he had always slept. Ferus had won the battle against Lubrusca and Thatcher had negotiated that Ferus was to take part of Lubrusca's hunting grounds as winning achievements. After the battle however, there was something wrong with Thatcher, and the earless Beta - Now an Alpha - had thought that it was just his imagination. Thatcher hadn't ever told Jay or anyone else that his back was simply breaking slowly. He knew that Ram had damaged the Alpha somehow, and it had led to his deterioration, and death when he was sleeping. Solex, the new Salutary had diagnosed that the arch in Thatcher's back, and the way that the spine was aligned was the reason why Thatcher had died. His spine had twisted and broken, leaving the male paralyzed, and the bones had punctured internal organs, which had caused Thatcher to bleed internally to death. Jay was saddened and angered that his best friend, or someone he considered as such, had kept something like that away from him. Matters had been worse when he returned to the commons after the battle, as Xanthe refused to talk to him. All he had done was try and protect her, and it seems that was too much for her. He didn't want to lose her like he had lost Benji. Benji had been his first love, and the female that absolutely destroyed him. He didn't want Xanthe to do the same thing to him, but then again, he hadn't had the best luck with females in the first place. Even Thatcher had noticed his relationship with Xanthe, and that in itself was taboo. Especially considering Thatcher would have killed Jay if Jay hadn't saved his life that time before. Jay just wished he would have been able to save Thatcher's life one more time, so that he would be here with the lonesome Alpha now. Ranks had been established per Thatcher's request by Jay the day before he died. Thatcher had told Jay and consulted him on what ranks to give to who. Solex would officially become the packs Salutary, as the male had a wide knowledge in herbs and healing. Azazel and Azriel would become Generals of the pack, considering they were the best fighters. Pandora the Delta, she had proven herself merciless, but not quite close enough to be a Beta. Flint had become the Hunting Superior, and was the head of the hunting division within the pack now. The male had proven himself worthy of the rank, and Flint handled feeding the pack rather well. Others didn't seem to really change in rank. Oshim had been promoted to a scout alongside Dis, and Hale was an Omega as the young male had grown. Jay was thinking about training him up to become a Delta, especially considering there was hidden potential in the young one. Bringing himself to stand from his sleeping spot, he let out a howl, letting everyone know that it was time to get up. It was a little later in the morning, later than when Thatcher would have woken up the pack, but Jay held strictly to his friend's rules. Ever since he had died, Jay seemed a lot colder. A lot less compassionate for his wolves. He loved his pack still, but something was missing in him, and feeling had done everything but stayed with him. Flicking his only ear, he would listen and wait for his pack members to assemble.
OOC: Alpha Jay @dis General Azazel @azriel Alphess Semira Salutary Solex Hunter Aspen @dawn @flint @xanthe Pandora @hale |
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Post by General Azazel on Jun 7, 2017 11:41:10 GMT -8
They had won the battle. Azazel had fought the pregnant Alpha, but his weak point let her turn into Franscesca and he refused to fight her any further. Pups were the future, and he had lost his. Why bring that horrible pain upon someone else? Not only had he given up on his battle, but he had also lost his sister in the process. She had adventured on after Thatchers' death, not interested in staying. But Azazel was tired of traveling after her, following in her pawsteps constantly. He was ready to just be on his own, and find himself something. Ferus was a harsh pack with harsh rules, which helped Azazel greatly. The male had been promoted to a General, which was one of the more higher and respected ranks. He didn't really want to become Beta at all, but General was something close to it. He knew that Jay was having a hard time leading, but it seemed the male had turned from the soft and compassionate Beta to wolf that was hard, and unable to be broken on the inside.
Azazel had already been awake when he heard the howl of Jay. It was time for the pack to gather like they always did in the morning. Azazel would bring himself to the commons with no hesitation, sitting closer to the Alpha than most would have thought was allowed. He was still a pace or two away, but as a General he was allowed some leeway within the pack, which included having a female as his partner. Or at least, claiming a female as his own. He had not feelings towards any of the females in the pack currently, but maybe someone would come along and change that for him.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2017 13:36:29 GMT -8
Autumn had proven to be such a relief to him and the rest of the pack. Still, in their desert like terrain the rocks sometimes sizzled, but it was becoming less and less often. The temperature dropped into something a bit more comfortable, and for once the male didn't have to hide under the shade of a rock. Much less would he fit under any of the rocks around anymore. Only a few weeks had passed since the victorious war, although Hale had grown some, now at a year old. His pelt had developed much more color, forming a more handsome brute that he was destined to be. Yet, it reminded him of his father, the bitch, something he couldn't rid himself from. Although Ferus and Lubrusca shared land now, Hale was still feeling particularly angered by the fact that he was stuck behind through all of the excitement. Many wolves still bore the inquiries inflicted on them within the battle, yet Hale's pelt stayed clean as ever, scarless, and he had no idea what happened back there. All he knew was that Thatcher among others died. He could have helped prevent deaths. Round orbs began to flicker open as an echoing howl ringed through the commons. If you had a den to sleep in, you were considered lucky. Meanwhile, Hale had simply passed out on a flat rock he had found farther away from the rest of the wolves last night. The brute quickly got to his paws, riding his masculine body of dirt with a few shakes. Since the war Hale was predominantly focused on training to be better, always better. He fought to keep himself in shape, and by now time had finally paid off, the curves of muscles beginning to show on his growing figure. The young male trotted over toward his new alpha, Jay, finding a seat a few yards away from both him and Azazel. He had to admit, in the time within Ferus Hale hadn't made many loving bonds toward anyone. Of course, Ferus wasn't a loving pack, in fact far from it. No matter, the young male preferred to be by himself rather than make friends and girlfriends. In the end, who cared? It was all about trust and loyalty within Ferus to keep the growing army strong. Hale dipped his head in greeting toward Jay before looking toward the general and doing the same. Though, his lime green orbs settled on Azazel for just a bit longer before he broke away to look for the others. He wanted to become him. Someone who had proven their worth through time and had earned his title. Hunting and patrolling was all fine and dandy, but as the once heir to the throne in his birth pack, he now finally desired to become something better than average. Hale calmly waited for the others to wake up, waiting for another day of training to begin.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2017 14:16:27 GMT -8
For the Ferus male, the glories of war had lingered slightly longer then what his fellow counterparts might have deemed appropriate. The battle ended with a wonderful Ferus victory, the two Alphas gradually drafting a suitable arrangement between their two lands. Ferus wolves, for the time being, would be granted hunting rights to Lubruca's rich land in exchange for letting them live and govern at peace. A generous arrangement on their behalf - perhaps the pregnant Alphess had sparked a hint of pity within their war torn Alpha - but regardless, he found himself pleased. Victory had ignited an eager, fervant loyalty towards his pack, a new found vigor to please and provide. Apparently, the alpha had taken note. The day before his death, per his request, Jay rallied the pack to redistribute their ranks, superiors consisting solely of the wolves that had killed. Fair enough, Flint decided, for the strongest to lead. The subordinate ranks were equally distributed; four hunters, two scouts, an even amount to handle two separate territories. With a wonderful twist of fate, he found himself deemed the Hunting Superior, charged with three wolves as hunters; Aspen, Dawn, and Xanthe. He'd plunged himself into his work headfirst, without the slightest hint of hesitation, eager to establish him and his group as more then capable. Within three weeks, the four had created a smooth, functioning unit, adapting to their tasks well. He'd taken care to remain cordial, respectful with Dawn and Xanthe, (Aspen and him already had an understanding of how the other liked operating), and had arranged them accordingly. Following their victory, he'd taken care to fulfill his desire to take up navigation, scouting and testing out potential hunting paths, patiently observing preferred herding passes, taking note of where predators wandered in Lubruscan territory. Time and experience had made him confident in his ability, prepared to propose and pitch an idea he'd wanted to enact since he'd received his title. Ferus's commanding morning call only further roused his interest, a long tawny ear twitching gently towards its direction. A yawn wormed its way past his jaws as he shook his pelt, heavily thick with dust. Fascinating, the way that it penetrated his pelt, shifted his scent from a foresting rogue to a Ferus warrior. A flat thin bit of brush made for a fine night time shelter - he'd refused to allow himself a den - though a slight, adamant chill had just begun to pierce his pelt. Future slumbers found change within their best interests, but for now, while summer warmth still wrapped around the arid branches, it suited him. Ambling, loose thoughts lingered in the back of his mind as he gathered his wits, slowly weaving his way out the branches and towards the commons. The proposal was planned and memorized. All he needed was to pitch it. For once, he found himself among the first to arrive, the only two others being Azazel, the general, and Hale, the omega. The inky general beckoned memories of a familiar black, ebony bitch, the brother of the callous sibling couple. Following the battle, however, it appeared he'd been left behind, amber-eyed Absinthe vanishing after Thatcher's death, her Ferus work completed. Briefly, he dipped his head towards the two in a polite, casual greeting before tossing the omega a small, playful smile. Friendliness was an oddity among them, but he could hardly resist. The yearling had such a similar likeness to himself in his younger days that he couldn't help but feel a faint, quiet fondness towards him. Ambition brimmed from the fiery youngster, apparent in every single training session that he'd had the pleasure of watching. "Good morning Alpha Jay, Azazel. To you too Hale; hope you've had a pleasant enough night." He paused, allowed himself a moment to sit down, gather his thoughts. "I'd like to request your permission to go take a hunting party to Lubrusca." He began, his tone light, pleasant. "There's a wonderful abundance of large game about now; deer, elk, occasionally the odd moose. If you're willing to allow us an extra hunter, I'm sure we'll find success. The prey's more then enough to sustain us, and besides, a nice fat buck would work wonders for morale." Tagged: Alpha Jay , General Azazel , @hale Mentioned: Hunter Aspen , @dawn , @xanthe |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2017 17:15:52 GMT -8
Oshim
"Isn't it ironic how you feel most alive when your heart skips a few beats?"
Though the war was over, the blood-boiling ambition that seeped through the young wolf only grew as he matured. When he joined Ferus, he was a measly, chubby thing. Now, his coat had thickened, a handsome cockiness spread about him, accompanied by his bulging muscles. Built like a tank, war had proven that he was gifted when it came to quickly, and easily taking dominance over his opponent. Perhaps it was his size, or his unrelenting aggression. Either way, he took to fighting more fondly then he had upon arriving - where he grudgingly dueled the new General, who was now in the clearing along with the Omega Hale, Flint, and the Alpha. Perhaps he could sharpen his skills with the aid of Azazel, his crimson eyes narrowing at the thought of dueling the single wolf he respected within the pack.
Being a subordinate, Oshim did not allow himself - doubtful that he would either way - to take a den. Instead, while it was still warm, he slept in the shadows of a large rock. Uncomfortable, yes. But, the Scout didn't sleep much anyways. Through the past few months, the young male took to the idea of training more often, and that he did. He participated in hunting on occasion for speed, and endurance. Walking along the territory and refreshing the borders daily contributed a small portion to his exercise, and it blew by as he spent the time with his fellow scout, Dis. Glancing around, the skinny female was nowhere to be spotted. Pursing his lips, he sighed inaudibly, and pushed himself onto sturdy feet. Shaking his thick pelt to rid himself of any dirt, or dust. Unlike the majority of his pack members - bar Hale, Semira, and Solex - he remained unscathed after his duel. The tiny Lubruscan wolf was hardly a challenge, a skinny female he was easily able to overpower. Much to the brute's distaste, Dis requested to fight alone. She won there as well.
Gliding forwards smoothly, he allowed his head to bow deeply towards the Alpha, blood hued optics burning into the ground, looking at the dirt he compared the male to. He offered a similar, but slightly more casual greeting towards Azazel, and a good natured-bump of his shoulder to Flint. This gesture was uncommon for the bulky wolf, but Oshim found himself taking a liking to the tiny Hunting Superior. Their personalities clicked well, and on the rare chance that they worked together, he found himself able to preform his tasks easily. Flicking his ears intently, he listened with a calm expression to Flint's plan, allowing himself to walk just a foot ahead of where Hale was seated - nodding his head to the Omega in doing so - and remaining standing. Narrowing his eyes thoughtfully, the Scout felt his paws prickle. Perhaps he would be granted permission to accompany the hunting party? His size majorly differed the hunters, who were all on the slightly smaller side. Oshim would be good for brute strength, taking the elk down, and helping move it.
Flicking his tail, he paused, waiting for Flint to silence, before letting his gaze wander to the Alpha's muzzle - if Jay was not paying attention, he would allow his crimson gaze to bore into the Superior's. If the Alpha spoke, Oshim would wait, if not, with a small shuffle to signal his speech, he allowed the words to roll off his tongue smoothly. Each one calculated and precisely chosen. "Well, Alpha," He began, dipping his head once again, and letting his gaze wandering around his face, forehead, muzzle, and neck. "If I'm not needed here, as a Scout," He flicked his tail towards the borders. Rogues would no doubt approach soon, desperate to join a pack before the harsh season of winter. "I'd like to accompany Flint and his hunting party," He looked at Flint, and pointedly gestured to his thinner, smaller frame. "they're on the slimmer side, so they got the speed." He looked back to Jay, a single brow arching. "I can bring the strength."
OOC: We're back in action y'all! cx
Addressed: @flint, @jay, General Azazel, @hale
Mentioned: @dis, Hunter Aspen, @dawn, @xanthe
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2017 0:43:21 GMT -8
General Azriel Azriel was not one to wake with the sun. Nowadays, he woke just before the break of dawn, when the light of the fading moon cast ghostly grey shadows over the crisp landscape of Ferus, and the subtle hints of morning purple began to faze across the sky. It was his new rank that drove him to do so, every morning waking up before the pack so that he could train. A trek up through the more-so rocky parts of the territory before running towards the creek where he would stop and drink what little amount of water had started to flow back, and from there, he would push himself to hunt a snack--which was usually a lizard.
This daily routine is what kept him in shape, his muscles bulky and his mind sharp. It had to be expected from one of the newest Generals of the renowned Ferus pack, his new rank being thanks to his acceptable performance during their siege on Lubrusca, which was a moment he took great pride in remembering. But of course he did share this position with none other than the inky black brute Azazel, the male proving to be a formidable match, practically equal to Azriel when it came to battle. He had a fair amount of respect for the brute, and was happy to share the rank of General with a wolf such as Azazel under the circumstances of the pairs equality.
It had taken him longer than usual to catch his morning snack this time, a scrawny and lost hare being his target for today. Despite it's weak and malnourished appearance it had still been fast enough to evade the beastly General before eventually winding up caught between his thirsty maw.
With blood still coating the very edges of his lips, he approached the Common Grounds to see the wolves of the pack beginning to wake. A grumble thundered through his chest as he realised that he was later than he would've liked to be, however he still made a confident stride to sit by his Alpha and watched with a burning molten gaze as the other pack mates came to gather around Jay. With beads of sweat still clinging to his dark fur thanks to his morning-routine, Azriel planned to keep his mouth shut for now until he was spurred to do otherwise. |
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Post by Hunter Aspen on Jun 8, 2017 1:21:20 GMT -8
A solitary grey eye flicked open to the sound of Jay's howl. It was still weird to the young she-wolf to only wake up and see through the right side of her gaze. The intact eyelid simply held itself closed, the muscles completely relaxed normally. It seemed the only thing Solex had done for her was keep the socket clean, but even that she was thankful for, but only slightly. Quite frankly, now she was feeling even more bitchy towards everyone and everything. Autumn was barreling down on the world, and it was bringing the cold, wet, and loss of prey. Though it wasn't all that cold yet, she knew that it was coming, and the lack of vegetation in the Ferus territory was posing a threat to her staying warm. Hoisting her heavy frame onto her paws, she lumbered over to where Jay had called everyone awake. It seemed that his voice carried faster to some others. Azazel sat near the one-eared Alpha, Oshim gave Flint a small bump, and Hale, the baby of the pack, had all gathered further away. "I'd like to request your permission to go take a hunting party to Lubrusca," Flint's voice cut through her yawn. Just great, now she actually had to listen. Not that she minded much, but now she actually had to show a little respect to Flint. Not much, but enough to keep her tail intact. It was odd, a lot of things were seeming to be odd recently, that after treating each other as equals during the war, Aspen now had to put Flint above her. "There's a wonderful abundance of large game about now; deer, elk, occasionally the odd moose. If you're willing to allow us an extra hunter, I'm sure we'll find success. The prey's more then enough to sustain us, and besides, a nice fat buck would work wonders for morale," Flint proposed. She did have to give it to the tawny male though, he really threw himself into his new rank. The older male had been absent recently, always returning with information about food sources and hunting techniques. Honestly, he was like a camp councilor , wanting the hunters to work together like a clock. To his credit though, it seemed to have worked. Aspen was almost more in tune with Flint, Dawn, and Xanthe than she was comfortable with. "Well, Alpha," Oshim piped up, "If I'm not needed here, as a Scout, I'd like to accompany Flint and his hunting party. They're on the slimmer side, so they got the speed, I can bring the strength." Aspen barked a small growl to the male. They were around the same age, and built similarly, albeit with Aspen scaled down. It was no secret, Aspen was short, but she was still almost as long as the cream-mixture of a male. They probably weighed about the same too. Her tail lashed and her grey eye blazed at the male as she growled at him once more. The alabaster she-wolf thought of herself as strong, the same amount of strength that Dawn and Xanthe also held. Now that she really put her mind to it, the skinniest wolf of all of the hunters was Flint! She didn't need some hot-headed scout to be sticking his nose into the hunt. Quite frankly, she didn't know Oshim much at all, but just from picking up what he was putting down, he was a trouble maker. The hunting team needed a few skinny, lean sprinters. Almost all of the Ferus wolves were muscular and sturdy, tanks rather than sprinters. That's how the war was won so easily, Aspen snorted. Then again, what did she know? She was only a few months older than Oshim, and much younger than any of the wolves that had any umph around here. Speaking of which, Azriel had slunk into the scene, plopping his seemingly already fed rump on the other side of Jay. Her smooth voice pitched in, "Ah, hell no. The only thing different between you and I is half a foot of height, gender, and fur colour." The sassy she-wolf was quick to provide reasoning for her outburst, "Your help, while useful, would be for the wrong reasons." She really could care less that Jay stood so close, she just wanted to shove her own strength into Oshim's face. Besides, what was the worst he could do, prevent her from going on the hunt? She couldn't care less. Flint had already requested another hunter to join them, so kicking out an actual hunter would be foolish. She was almost a literal bear in the morning, and Oshim's antics as soon she woke up was not starting off the first day of autumn all that well. The she-wolf flicked her singular gaze between Oshim, Flint, and Jay, her ink-dipped tail flicking with annoyance with her head held with confidence. Now was the time for sides to be picked, mainly by Jay. Aspen cared very little about what Oshim would think, she could hardly stand the male, but Flint was a little more important. She was kinda stuck with the tawny male as her superior until further notice, and since they had little friction between them, she wanted to keep the male as her acquaintance. Not quite friend, Aspen had little experience with those, and therefore chose not to pursue them, but an acquaintances, she could put up with. Alpha Jay @oshim @flint @dawn @xanthe @hale General Azazel @azriel |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2017 2:31:42 GMT -8
 A few, fairly uneventful, weeks had passed for those of the Ferus pack. Those who cared, had wishfully hoped their deteriorating Alpha, Thatcher, would survive his ordeal- Though, those like Pandora, merely let the thought disappear in the furthest chambers of disinterested state.
The only good thing to have come from the pack's mass attack, was furthered territory. It was a godsend, one that would have the pack thriving more heathily off of a more sustained source of food. Based on their numbers, and the skills of those who were provided sanctuary in the packs ranks, the chosen hunters would be more than capable of delivering a meal each week.
Golden rays had eventually cast their early morning glow upon the vast, uncovered expanse that was the Ferus Commons. The slightly warmed lighting was more than welcome, diminishing the chill that had set in with each passing night. Pandora had let her marigold optics dance along the clear sky above, her salmon tongue lolling from edge of parted jowls as she trotted along her chosen path. Since earlier in the darker morning the female had been alive, her sandy paws carrying her forth as she traversed the large emptiness of her home. She had taken it upon herself to develop a daily routine, strolling far enough away to disturb no others before pushing herself into a hard and fast gallop that would torment her muscles with speed training.
By now, she had started her return to the commons, at one point even catching a glimpse of Azriel undertaking his morning hunt. He was a beast of curiosity, and Pandora still held her interests in knowing him more thoroughly, he'd proven great enough to be the pack's General, alongside the demonic ashen Azazel. She herself hadn't taken much thought to her promotion, settling easily into the name of Delta as she listened to each command barked by the new Alpha, Jay.
With ease she drew herself into the open clearing, eyes hopping from one mass to another as she labelled each one with their calling. None were new, none were of interest, and none were favored... Bar the familiar faces of her first initial interaction, Azriel, now awaiting the Alpha's chain of days chores. A non-existent smile passed across her dusty maw, never being seen as she directed her track to the masculine russet-onyx brute, a partial nod to be given if his eyes caught hers.
"And what, might I ask, did you manage to catch on this mornings quick hunt?"
Her light questioning was asked in a hushed tone, her tail lingering in fairly raised manner though holding a calm swish of partial curiosity. The brute was one of few she truly, kind of, 'liked'. Many others only lingering under her limit of toleration. Placing herself off to his side, closer towards where the Alpha and his crowd sat, she would let a single ear listen in to their request for a hunting party to be dispersed. A meal would be welcomed in her eyes, something to offer sustenance for those who hadn't left the commons, or hadn't had a chance to fend for themselves.
If Jay directed any chain of wording in her direction, she would snap to attention, ready to respond or react as necessary. Though for now, she remained on the side-line, observing each familiar lupine as they awoke, or gathered, awaiting predominantly the response of the Eurasian male to her initial questioning.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2017 12:38:03 GMT -8
| Semira had been up far before Jay’s call broke the air, wandering around the territory, getting in a small run. Along her way, she had spotted the new General. For a while, she had watched him hunt, studying the tactics that earned him respect within the pack. Of course, her feelings towards Azriel were nothing. She didn’t respect him, nor dislike him. Simply numb. Just as she had entered the clearing, the new Alpha beckoned his pack, and Semira quickly bounded forwards, skittering to a halt about a foot away from Azazel, nodding to him evenly. The ranks had changed, and now one of the newcomers flew above her in rank, landing a warm, and comfortable spot as Delta. Speaking of the new Delta, Pandora joined the group along with Oshim, Aspen, and the new Hunting Superior. On the outside, the ebony female was indifferent, her plain grey eyes tracing over the clearing calculatively, pausing on each wolf, and assessing their conditions. On the inside, she was vowing to train harder.
Well the Sentinel was distracted by her thoughts, Flint had proposed an idea for a hunting patrol. Nodding in approval, the ebony bitch snuck a glance at Jay, wondering the Alpha’s views on it. Before she could speak, Oshim interjected, only to be shot down by a Hunter, one thought of as mute - Aspen. Raising a single eyebrow, Semira let a harsh growl follow the alabaster bitch’s speech. For one, the decision was both Jay’s, and Flint’s. Not a measly hunter’s. Additionally, her speech hardly provided a good counter to Oshim’s idea, making it rather pointless.
“I for one think additional help from Oshim could prove quite useful.” She eyed Aspen as she spoke, narrowing her plain gaze with an intense ferocity. “But, this choice is for the Alpha. Not you.” Lashing her tail, the now aggravated wolf almost added a harsh ‘Know your place.’. But, unlike this Hunter, Semira knew hers. It was her job to organize the Scouts, and Oshim was under her command. “I’m fine with Oshim accompanying them, if you’d like, Alpha.” She let her eyes linger around his muzzle, briefly meeting his gaze.
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Salutary
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5 Years
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You need your wound healed? Oh boohoo.
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Post by Salutary Solex on Jun 8, 2017 20:15:04 GMT -8
| Solex brought his attention towards the outside of his den. Since he had become Salutary, he had invested in making a den that was wide enough and had some places for him to store herbs. Of course, there were very little in Ferus territory, so he would venture out of Ferus, mostly in the rogue lands and Lubrusca lands to find anything that would be of use to the pack. After the battle he had many wounds that he needed to treat, whether big or small. Almost everyone retained some sort of injury. Ranging from Thatcher's broken back to Aspen's missing eye, it seemed that most of the Lubrusca wolves had put up a fight,
The emotionless male had gone about handling Thatcher's illness to the best of his ability. Since the battle, he had known that there was something wrong with the male, especially considering Thatcher hadn't told anyone about his condition. Solex had a feeling from the way Thatcher acted that there was something wrong with the Alpha, but he wouldn't have questioned him, especially because he had no right as an unofficial Salutary of the pack. He instead focused on keeping Jay and Aspen's wounds healed and wait. Solex could have cared less about Thatcher, but he knew that the male played a crucial role in the survival of Ferus. Although, it would have been inevitable that the male would die of his wounds, internal bleeding and choking on his own blood caused for the previous Alpha to pass. Solex didn't have to examine the body, but he did to reassure the previous Beta that he had no idea of Thatcher's condition. Jay had been a little more than devastated that Thatcher had passed, but it seemed that Solex could care less. The black brute didn't care who led this pack anymore, or where he stood in it. The only thing he cared for was his sister, and even then he didn't show it.
After Thatcher had passed, ranks had been given to most of the wolves that had battled, or were new to the pack. He knew that he was going to become the Salutary, it had already been decided upon Silene's death. It just took a matter of the title being bestowed upon him by his superior. Other ranks were given as well. Azazel and Azriel, the two main fighters that were worthy of the rank, were made into Generals. Pandora was promoted to the Delta of the pack, not quite a Beta or Alpha, but someone that was worth noting in the pack to the weak-minded. Solex didn't care for the female, he hadn't see her battle but she presumably killed a yearling, which wasn't all that honorable. Oshim, one of the larger males seemed to have made his way into a scout position, although he seemed a little too bulky at all to do anything but be someone that sat around the commons being a cocky bastard that told everyone what to do, but was too much of a lazy pig to do it himself. But it was Thatcher's word against Solex, and he'd rather not battle against a dead Alpha. Other ranks seemingly stayed the same for others, especially for the ones that weren't worth anything in the pack.
Bringing himself to stretch from his position, he would move forward towards the group of wolves that were there already, hearing the banter between them all. His eyes flickered to Aspen and Jay, seeing their injuries had fully healed not too long ago, Solex still monitored just in case. He wasn't going to be incompetent like most of the wolves in the pack, and he would prove to be one of the most hardworking, yet uncaring wolves in the pack. Being a Salutary often meant that most were wanting to care for their packmates and love for them. But Solex hated most of them. Only those that could show they were worthy of fighting and holding their own would gain Solex's respect. And that was only Jay at the moment. Solex moved somewhat closer to the Alpha, listening in on what the other wolves were talking about. Aspen didn't seem to like the idea of Oshim tagging along on hunts, but the weak female really didn't have anything better than the male. Sure she seemed a little bit more compatible with pack mates, but she was more worthless than him. She was more than likely still adjusting to her eye being gone, and it wouldn't help on hunting. Then again, what would Solex know compared to those that were around him?
His sister seemed to be for Oshim joining the hunting patrol, and a small spark of annoyance rose in Solex's chest for just a moment. Was his sister falling for Oshim? The male who was literally a deadweight to the pack. He hoped his sister had higher standards than that male, or else he would have to beat some sense into his sister, and make her see that he was a worthless piece of shit. His sister deserved to be treated as a queen by her mate, and nothing else. He wouldn't accept anything for his sister unless it was a wolf that was worthy of his consent for them to be together. He really didn't have any say in his sisters love affairs, but he would do everything in his power to keep her from the bastards that were only going to use her. His sister may not like how he decides to do that, but he'd get away with it one way or another. Poisoning, killing, whatever. If she picked someone like Oshim, he would be sure that the male was dead within a sunrise of him saying anything to his sister.
Bringing his attention towards Jay, he would see his sister glance towards the Alpha male, a glint in her eyes as she waited for his opinion on the matter. Maybe Jay would entertain them all with a good quip to what Aspen had said, or maybe he would agree with Aspen and keep Oshim's overweight self patrolling the borders. Whatever was decided, Oshim was surely going to get some exercise today. And who knew? Maybe he'd lose some weight. | |
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