Sorelus
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Scout
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2 Y 4 M
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Post by Scout Hye-Su on Jan 2, 2019 14:34:48 GMT -8
APPRENTICE HYE-SU
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SORELUS
Hye-Su looked to Wingnut as she ordered the group around. Nodding in understanding she stood in a line with the yearlings, Joy, Azrath, Simon, and Karini. She glanced at the others and then the line up of adults. Junichiro who seemed to glance her way, and Helious who appeared to have little interest in this.
Joy, the cute she-wolf who would eventually seduce many wolves chose to spar with Wingnut. Hye-Su was more interested in this matchup than actual sparring and missed her chance to claim Junichiro as her partner. Wingnut was quick to assign the late arrival of Azrath to him, leaving Helious open but more yearlings could get him.
Hye-Su wanted to practice her observational learning and would watch Joy and Wingnut spar. Listening intently and never letting her plum eyes off the duo until it was her turn to spar.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2019 14:57:50 GMT -8
Junichiro slid his sharp gaze over to the pup named Azrath, late in his arrival. He was quiet, which could beneficial in combat and scouting, but his apparent laziness or apprehension would need to be abolished for him to realize his true potential. He nodded his heavy head towards the snow-colored wolf, beckoning him forwards. They would step aside a few feet to a small area of their own to operate in. When he had the little squirt in front of him and ready to be molded, Jun found himself unable to speak. Was he really ready to pass on a message to the younger generation? What if fighting brought back his old instincts and he seriously hurt the pup? No one would trust him again, not that he had done anything to earn trust in the first place. "Alright, kid, here's the deal: I have a good few years of experience battling under my fur. These scars aren't just for show. I've seen a lot of bad creatures out there, and wolves who would rip out your throat with no hesitation. In order for you to survive, you need skill and practice, but most of all you need resolve. The resolve to kill another. This isn't some hunting instinct, either, son. You feel the difference in your gut. But when you're fighting, you're fighting for your life, and so you should be prepared to take your enemy's as well. So, while we are training, I want you to show me what you've got. Go after me as if I were threatening your family."He assumed a threatening position, front paws a bit spread and head low, ears straight forward and lip curled in preparation for the bout. If the youngling were hesitant, he would push him, scare him, see if he had fight or flight. Because if he was going to flee, he needed to be quick and agile enough to escape the enemy. Pressure turned coal into diamond; pressure would turn this weakling into a warrior. This pack desperately needed one. Scout Azrath |
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Sorelus
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Apprentice
Male
1 yr 10 mo
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Height: 4'4, Length: 6'6, Weight: 220lbs, Scent: Butterscotch
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Post by Scout Azrath on Jan 2, 2019 16:15:22 GMT -8
Snowy hues fell onto the midnight wolf, his age showing plainly among the silver hairs which covered his muzzle, torso and abdomen. Azrath's eyes continued along the scars, following the tiny nicks which were scattered among his features, landing finally on the long jagged one that took up the majority of his chest. Junichiro was definitely seasoned, each injury likely a lesson for a mistake he would never make again, especially that big one. The alabaster male made sure not to linger on it too much, he wasn't sure it were rude to look to it, but he knew it was rude to stare. He didn't stand much higher than the other wolf, his weight only maybe reaching 50 pounds. He seemed like as fair a partner as any for Azrath. Tail tip twitching with excitement, he rose to his paws, nodding a response to beta Wingnut as he moved forward to the other he wolf, sizing him up silently, scanning for any potential weaknesses he may possess.
He felt apprehension stir in his stomach as Junichiro spoke, the corner of his maw pulling back and his eyes widened a little at the mention of taking another's life. He hoped he wouldn't have to, though he knew that was probably just wishful thinking, there were wolves out there without his disposition, little care for others around them, so he knew Junichiro's words rang true. He knew those scars had to be from fighting or something similar, so the snowy male was more than happy to absorb the information Junichiro was giving him, proud to have him as a mentor for the moment.
"Alright," he murmured, assuming a similar position as the other wolf. Azrath allowed his eyes to search his opponent, knowing he only had mere seconds before the ebony colored male launched himself forward in simulation of real life events. As far as he could tell, there was nothing he could pinpoint, he'd have to watch how Junichiro fought, find a pattern or a weak point he could exploit. It wouldn't be easy, but Azrath knew he had speed, as he was no match yet in size he'd have to be quick on his paws, hit multiple times rather than one strong strike.
Lips pulled over ivory teeth, before a snarl escaped his maw and he propelled himself to the side of Junichiro, snapping his jaws at the older male's foreleg. He knew legs were exposed, easy to hit, easy to hurt. However if Junichiro were faster than he, it may at least open up a weak spot.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2019 16:56:28 GMT -8
It seemed this one was a bit smarter than the other yearlings. He could see n the pup's eyes that he was scanning the situation, looking for openings rather than blindly throwing himself into a fight or just plain running away. He took in the words spoken to him, eyes widening at the mention of killing another. Young minds may not realize nature's harshness, but she always presented herself at the most inopportune time, so it was best to be prepared for when she did send murderers your way. Of course, there was a chance he may never meet any wolves like the young Arcturus. He shuddered at the thought of his old name. A name known far and wide as a murderous beast. He wondered if ears even this far out had heard of his escapades. How they would react to knowing he was Arcturus the Monster. Probably not well. It was best to keep his past vague. He was lost in thought as the young male lept at him, but he was prepared, seeing in his body language that he was going to go for the limbs. Inexperienced warriors always went for the legs first, and body language was everything. He leaned away and used the paw that Azrath was going for to slap him a little too roughly. "Wrong." He moved away a few steps, assumed position again, and feigned to the right before slamming his lower half into the wolf's shoulder. "The limbs may be exposed, but unless they are away from the core you shouldn't go for them. Besides, I can tell where you're going to go when you throw your whole body into one direction. You need to deflect attention. If your enemy knows what you're going to do it doesn't matter how fast or strong you are, they will be able to plan ahead and stop you. And if you're going to bite, break the bones. You don't have to be a bad wolf to kill those who threaten your family or your life. You don't have t be angry like me, either. But it's hard to keep a good outlook when you've seen the worst the world has to offer. Now get back up and try again."Scout Azrath |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2019 15:48:42 GMT -8
Time Skip: Three Months Later
The ensuing three moons yielded magnificent change. Firstly, a few of their old members bid their band farewell. Dusty had departed in search of a mate to raise his own litter of pups, while Lavender went to seek new patients. Mint had managed to disappear entirely within the week the first snows fell, without so much a warning or goodbye, but Rowan expected such. Wolf dominant coywolves could only contain the first half of their heritage for so long; it’d been a miracle that Mint had controlled himself as long as he successfully had. Rowan had no hard feelings. Goodbyes were but a part of life, and besides, his group had received two new pups to supplement their three losses. Simon and Azrath, two brothers that’d been found pinned beneath the burnt corpse of their stepfather after wildfire, were but meager additions to his group’s ever expanding litter. Fortunately, the four they adopted grew accordingly, developing into adventurous, long-legged adolescents. He and Wingnut had discussed possibilities for their futures, but for now, as he trained his apprentices Karini and Hye-Su, he’d allow them to remain what they were: children. As his group’s focus gradually shifted towards pup-rearing, he found himself assuming a more “Alpha” mentality. This, according to Wingnut and Raisa, was simply for the better, and so he’d begrudgingly accepted it.
Oh Raisa, the absolute darling. She had somehow grown lovelier with each passing day — he, on the other hand, couldn’t say the same for himself. Though he couldn’t place why she’d decided to accept and return his affections, her decision had brought him unspeakable joys. They found themselves enthralled in many a moonlit conversation, just the two of them, discussing anything and everything that came to mind as they savored the night’s tenderness. At first, their talks had remained just that, but as the nights progressed, she’d developed a certain look in her eyes; the slightest buoyant shimmer of mischief gilding her gaze. They’d restrained themselves, but on one such night, she’d looked so exceptionally beautiful, and she’d nipped his jagged ears with the most delightfully inviting air — and perhaps things progressed a bit further than previously intended. Not that he minded; what a night!
Now, as he paced outside his den to piece together a morning plan, he considered inviting her to share it with him. Yet perhaps that would be a bit too big of a commitment, and yet with the winter months growing increasingly cold — he shook his reeling head. Now was not the right time. The pack needed plans to could fulfill and operate under, the apprentices were in need of training, and Twizzle needed to organize a hunting party. It was all a fantastic mess. And yet, he didn’t mind it much. It was simply his to fix. He had just formulated a sort of plan when all of a sudden; a small muttering she-wolf waltzed headfirst into him without so much as blinking. “Hello!” She purred sweetly, cocking a clouded head playfully. Rowan groaned internally. Yet another disastrously bubbly ditz to deal with, swollen with an entire litter of future obnoxiousness, and he already knew he lacked the heart to turn her away. Gently, he opened his mouth to inquire her name when the she-wolf’s expression shifted from serenity to terror, flaxen ears flattening in apprehensive horror as she attempted to ask his name. Something had gone horribly wrong.
Normally, he never feared his own kind, but something in this scent was so blood-curdling awful it paralyzed him. While he couldn’t yet pinpoint the exact source of it, it radiated disease, terror, death. The she-wolf, poor thing, could barely comprehensively speak between her tears as she begged an unseen entity to show her a hint of mercy. She was sick, undoubtedly, but the source of her sickness lay invisible to the naked eye. As she cowered fearfully, he found himself unable to yank his eyes from her form. Something in her scent, as horrible as it was, was familiar. Even as the other wolves of his pack began congregating to investigate the ruckus, he couldn’t utter a single word, too absorbed in attempting to piece the mystery together. And then, as Raisa softly instructed Simon come closer, the similarity struck him with the hardest blow he’d been dealt in his life. The similarity rested solely with Raisa, something he’d scented on her for a fortnight but had first dismissed as nothingness. What did such a scent entail? Was she already somehow afflicted with this she-wolf’s same degenerative sickness, doomed to delirium and terror? He opened his mouth tentatively even as stranger scents filled the air and Wingnut attempted to garner his attention, too absorbed in thought to realize the pregnant she-wolf had snapped her jaws and ran off in an incoherent outburst. No, he realized with only temporary relief, the similarity wasn’t sickness, his eyes dilating in shock as he realized — it was pregnancy. Anxiously, he jerked his eyes towards Wingnut, unable to find the words for conducting business. Luckily, the she-wolf seemed to recognize there was some problem and took over to temporarily assume his duties, allowing him a few precious fleeting moments to piece together his thoughts.
If Raisa was in fact pregnant, they would need to move immediately. The Brush Lands were no place for newborns, too open, too frigid, too exposed for them to have even a chance at survival. They’d all need to completely relocate, and promptly too. Quickly, he shook himself from his reverie, padding over to where Wingnut gathered the others. All the pups were clustered for training practice, choosing a sparring partner amongst Wingnut and two new males. The first was jet black, slashed with scars, and taken an obvious liking to Azrath, singling him out for practicing. The second was a muscular golden male that hadn’t found his partner yet, waiting on while Joy picked Wingnut. They all could afford a short interruption from their sessions. A brash, commanding bark rattled in his throat, summoning the attention of all those in the clearing. ”First and foremost, I would like to apologize to you Wingnut, and to our two newest additions. I am your Alpha, Rowan.” He paused, thoughtfully taking the two into full view. “You both have the makings of fine warriors. Serve this pack well, and you will both be rewarded accordingly.” Unconsciously, he twisted his eyes back towards the Common Grounds, unable to conceal his concern. “Unfortunately, I fear we may have to leave these lands and seek new territory in these few days. Continue sparring. I will confirm with you all momentarily.”
With a brief courteous bow, he turned on an ochre heel, sprinting back towards where Raisa inevitably laid waiting. “Raisa,” he called, slowing to a trot. “May I speak to you in private? I fear something may be terribly wrong — well, um, not exactly wrong per-say, but inconvenient — oh damn it all, not inconvenient, but rather unexpected.” He stumbled over his words, growing increasingly flustered. “That she-wolf,” he whispered, dropping his voice. “Had a scent about her. I at first assumed illness, but upon reevaluation found it to be, um, well, that of pups to be. And I have scented, err, something of the sort on you these past moons, and although I may be completely mistaken, Raisa, I—“ He swallowed hard, straightening his spine. “I need to know. Are you— we having puppies?”
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Post by Koro on Jan 7, 2019 22:54:47 GMT -8
As the silvery male woke up that morning, he groaned as a burr stuck him in his side, and he pulled it out begrudgingly with his teeth, flopping his head back down and closing his eyes, contemplating how his day would go. What he meant by that was, if he would go.
The male had spent time wandering the brush lands, dry sticks and twigs seemingly ever present in his coat. The dry and drab nature of these lands seemed to suck the energy out of Koro, and he misses his old territory full of grass, trees, rocks, and mountains. It seemed a large group of wolves had been conglomerating and accumulating here, but that was something he actively avoided. In general, he avoided large, seemingly already-formed groups. Apart from that, he had not randomly encountered any other wolves. Perhaps they were as turned off by these arid lands as he was. It had taken him a couple days to finally agree (mostly due to laziness) that it would probably be best to move to a different area. Nothing interested him here and Koro still had some sense of entertainment value in life.
With an outward breath that left his maw in a growling manner, he stood up, shaking his fur then stretching all his muscles, taking his time, procrastinating on the idea of the trek out of these lands. Not usually a lazy one, he was just in a rather sour mood today. Finally getting himself to go, he starts his walk out of the brush lands, surveying and saying goodbye to the scenery as he goes.
--Exit to somewhere, idk where yet--
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2019 22:56:30 GMT -8
Niqo - own: other:
Niqo had been watching this group develop from an organized group of rogues, as it was when he joined, to a pack, strong in number and effective in action. Just today, action stirred up in the pack as two new wolves came onto the scene, one by the name of ‘Helios’ and the other ‘Junichiro.’ The two of them seemed alike; gruff, muscular and large, pelts mottled with old scars. Wingnut had taken them to see Rowan, their alpha. They had been accepted into a sort of probationary period in the pack, and Wingnut put them to the test right away, having them train yearlings. Thankfully, the high saturation of pups in the pack were growing older without much danger intruding their territory, the high population of young untrained wolves leaving them slightly more vulnerable.
”Karini, Hye-Su, Joy, it would be effective to do some combat training today. Choose between Junichiro, Helios, and myself. This will be training for you and a test for them.” Azrath, another yearling Niqo’s age, approaches Wingnut, who apologizes for excluding him and assigns him to train with Junichiro. Niqo’s brows raise in interest. The young chipper male was of age to learn as well, as he was of age to become of some use to the pack, whether it be hunting, scouting, or fighting. It was expected that he would be next to train, as he was around the same age as the others and was growing into a more adolescent body handsomely, his beautiful coat turning from its puppy brown to a beautiful mix of silvers and blacks and whites, his eyes remaining strikingly blue. He seemed to be growing taller by the day, though he still had more to go.
The young male got up, taking a brief break to stretch his limbs, before trotting on over in his usual chipper mood, though staying a distance away from the mentors and pups, as the sparring had already happened and he didn’t want to get in the way. For now, he would watch them start and perhaps take some pointers for himself. It couldn’t be certain the male would be trained today, it may have to be delayed until tomorrow, but he would nevertheless enjoy watching his packmates participate until he could. He was glad that he would have a new activity to fulfill in the pack, though the idea of growing up and sudden responsibility was the only turnoff. However, the male’s personality remains quip, polite, cheerful, his attitude towards learning these new things enthusiastic.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2019 22:58:08 GMT -8
The female woke early as usual, up and wandering the land for any herbs she recognized as useful, keeping her memory refreshed on her herbal knowledge as well as giving her something to do. Seymour had left, and Cersiren found herself in the same emotional slump as she had been in after leaving her pack and pups. It seemed that people who came into her life and brought her happiness were only there to leave a short while later and make her feel like (excuse her french) crap again.
Luckily, he had given her a few hunting lessons before he had left, leaving her not as useless as she had been on her own before. Now, she could actually kind of provide for herself, though she could not say she was good at it. And though she had started to fill back out again, she was not back at her weight she had been when she left her old pack.
Over the past week, Cersiren had been journeying farther into these brushlands, and the deeper in she went the more this overpowering smell of a pack crowded her nostrils. It confused her, as she had only known of four packs in the area and none of them here. Assumedly, it must be a new pack or forming one. In addition to making the elegant wolf think, it saddened her, and many times she found herself laying under the best tree she could find, intaking the conglomerate of smells and remembering when she was a part of such, when she had a mate and pups and friends, and a powerful position, practically a diplomat, in the pack. Although this nearby pack’s presence brought her sadness, it was addicting to stick near (though not too close) and reminisce on times she would never again experience.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2019 22:59:41 GMT -8
”Junichiro, Helios, consider yourselves members of probation. If I or any other member of this pack come to the conclusion that you should not be a member of this pack, then it will be so. Now you…” The Beta, who from his understanding was named Wingnut, stepped off temporarily to deal with the pregnant psychotic female, leaving Helios to think about what Wingnut said. Helios didn’t suspect he would last long here, as he had never experienced pack life before. In addition, he wasn’t the friendliest or bubbliest of wolves, and was rather independent. He had not yet decided what his attitude about his membership would be here, though he supposed it did not matter yet as he was only currently a ‘member of probation.’ Golden eyes focused their attention back on the situation at hand as Wingnut returned after the pregnant one ran away from the confrontation. ”Karini, Hye-Su, Joy, it would be effective to do some combat training today. Choose between Junichiro, Helios, and myself. This will be training for you and a test for them.” she finishes, her demeanor never-endingly professional and straight-to-business. Helios could not lie, he slightly grimaced at the idea of training merely seconds after being accepted (well, semi-accepted) into this pack, with young wolves who he did not know. He wanted to groan but kept his trap shut, as the idea of him being so un-obedient to authority was annoying in his own mind. As the young ones walked up, Helios studied them, not expecting any of them to just gravitate towards him. ”Azrath, you were wrongly excluded from the initial offer. I’m assigning you to train with Junichiro. Whichever of Hye-Su, Karini, or Simon that chooses Helios first will get to train while the others will watch unless more volunteer mentors step up.” The beta coughed out Helios’ name more harshly than her other words. God, what does she want? I’m paying attention, he grumbles in his mind, already regretting this pack idea. The beta begins training Joy, who had chosen Wingnut. Azrath, another young wolf whom Wingnut who had apologized for excluding, had chosen Junichiro, the other new wolf. Helios had kind of figured they would not be eager to pair up with the gruff, non-talkative, middle-aged male who had a body that hinted at a perhaps rough past. One yearling remained, a female with a dark coat who he had noticed earlier with the arrogant seeming pup. Luckily, this one didn’t seem so cocky. In fact, she had seemed a little quiet and perhaps more self-conscious, but as Helios observed her build, he felt she could make a confident wolf with fairly good skills if she simply had the training. She had a lithe and agile build, and while this was the opposite of Helios’, he had fought many wolves with a similar build and thus knew what kinds of techniques worked best against someone of more muscle and weight, what techniques had worked best against him in the past. Helios cleared his throat briefly before walking closer to the young female, deciding that he would teach her a bit about how to use her weight so it would be of advantage and not disadvantage to her. However, before he could start, Alpha Rowan spoke to the two new males and Wingnut. ”First and foremost, I would like to apologize to you Wingnut, and to our newest additions. I am your Alpha, Rowan. You both have the makings of fine warriors. Serve this pack well, and you will both be rewarded accordingly.” The alpha said. He certainly had an authoritative, gentle but firm air around him, almost exactly what Helios would think of a pack alpha. ”Unfortunately, I fear we may have to leave these lands and seek new territory in these few days. Continue sparring, I will confirm with you all momentarily.” Helios raises his brows in interest as the alpha trots off to speak with another pack member, before turning back to his little apprentice for the day. ”Well, let’s get this started,” he says, beginning his lesson with her. ”Everyone needs to learn how their own body works best in battle and what moves are most effective for them. With you, your build is light and agile, so something important for you to learn is how to make your weight advantageous and avoid it from becoming disadvantageous in battle.” He begins, turning around to walk a couple paces away from her before turning back to face her, putting a little distance between them. ”Come at me, and I’ll tell you how to make the move you execute more effective for your skillset and build, and against someone of a larger build like myself.” He raises his eyebrows a bit, letting her know he is ready. His odd maternal instincts were beginning to kick in, giving him a teaching instinct and kinder mindset than with the adults. He figured the best way to prepare this one for any sort of fight was to teach her how her body would best work in one, for if one did not know what was most effective for them and against their opponent they were essentially striking blindly. @karini @wingnut @junichiro @joy Scout Hye-Su Scout Azrath |
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Sorelus
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Guardian
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3 Years
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Post by Guardian Raisa on Jan 8, 2019 19:29:32 GMT -8
R A I S ARogue
Raisa watched, taking a lying position as wolves moved around her, the yearlings were sparring, starting to learn their battle skills. It seemed that Rowan had dealt with the she-wolf that had intruded rather well, and she disappeared without another word. She was glad that everything was running smoothly. Shifting a little, her stomach made it a little uncomfortable for her to lay normally, so instead she had to adjust to where she was laying mostly on her side, her stomach shifting to the side as well. It wasn’t very large considering she was at the start of her pregnancy, but with the growing beings inside of her, they tended to push on organs that shouldn’t be pushed on. Looking over towards the father of her litter, she noticed that he was talking with the sparring pups, but there seemed to be an urgency in his step as he turned to her and headed her way. She wondered what the matter was, and she hoped that he would share it with her, whatever the issue may be. He approached, his nervous behavior setting her on edge slightly. She could tell something was on his mind with how he was approaching her.
His words confirmed her worries. He stumbled over them, asking if they could talk in private. Everyone was off doing their own things, and thus it left Rowan and Raisa alone. Not that the female minded, she loved having time alone with the love of her life. The last time they had time alone together happened to result in her growing little ones inside of her. His question however, took her by surprise. The female that had entered the territory was pregnant, yes. Raisa had noticed almost immediately. But she was so used to the scent of pregnancy that revolved around her, that she hadn’t given it thought that she indeed smelled similar to the she-wolf that had entered the territory. There went the surprise. Bringing herself to her paws, her tail swished behind her as she gave him a small nuzzle underneath the chin before looking at him with beautiful rose colored eyes.
“I was meaning to tell you once we had moved from this land, so as to not make you rush,” She whispered to him, looking at him with loving eyes. “But yes we are,” She gave a small chuckle at the thought, overwhelmed with happiness. Hopefully Rowan would be happy and not concerned. She hoped that he wouldn’t push their plans to the forefront and push the entire group to get ready to leave. She was in the early stages of pregnancy, so she would not be having them for at least a month or so more. They would have been in their new territory by that time, but it was a relief for him to finally know that they were indeed, expecting pups.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2019 14:06:24 GMT -8
Raisa gently regarded him, pressing a pale muzzle into his down, and at once he knew. His heart practically swelled. “I was meaning to tell you once we had moved from this land, so as to not make you rush,” she whispered serenely, her gaze holding a soft, tender sweetness. “But yes, we are.” Rowan stared, happily stunned at her announcement. An entire litter of their own, equally comprised of his strength, her beauty — why, it was almost too good to be true. Now, they could officially call themselves mates, with her resuming her rightful position ruling the pack at his side. Forgetting power, legacy, prestige, that loving, gentle look in Raisa’s eyes was now his forever to keep and cherish, and that was the most wonderful, magnificent part of the ordeal, second only to the terrific prospect of pups to-be. “How wonderful,” he whispered, nuzzling his dark head against her alabaster one. “There’s much to be considered, of course,” he added promptly, his puce tail playfully whisking at the prospects. “Where exactly we’ll settle down, how we’ll decorate their den, and what we’ll name the little darlings for starters,” Rowan teased, nuzzling her nose. “But that’ll all be decided in due time, won’t it?” “I know you don’t want rush,” he began hurriedly, increasingly excited with the wonderful prospects of their future. “But I’ve a vision at a hand, and I’d love if you joined me in making it reality. We’ll all find a lovely, secluded land, shielded from the four, where no petty, corrupt pack can ever find and destroy the family we’ve all worked to build. I want a pack where abandoned pups like Azrath and Simon can be taken in and shaped into something incredible, where hybrids like Mint can live their lives fully, without fear of the cruelty that comes attached to the other four.” Rowan paused, overlooking the clearing where his wolves gathered for sparring. “Where any wolf can be anything, regardless of whatever blows have been previously dealt them. I know my beta may deem such fantasies idealistic,” he chuckled softly as he shook his head. “But I think it’s possible. I want our wolves to have the best of both worlds: the freedom of rouges combined with the comforts of pack life. “This is the life I dream of for our future children. I’d be honored if you’d help me create it.” After Raisa responded, he made his way to the clearing, preparing the speech that would announce their withdrawal. They’d need their ranks to be reassigned eventually, and for the apprentices to pick a field to focus their training in, but for the time being, he’d allow things to remain as they were. The apprentices could finish their sparring for now, and keep it up for a good month for that matter. They’d all have to adequately prepare for the long journey ahead, but he already had an idea of where they were heading: the stretch of mountains lingering beyond their burnt woods. It’d be a hazardous journey, but they could easily clear it within a month or so. There, they’d be safely tucked away; with no easily accessible path other packs could take to reach them. It was perfect. “Attention,” he began once more, dipping his head politely. “We all will be leaving this territory within the month. Begin preparing yourselves now. Our goal is to find territory beyond those mountains and claim it for our own,” he gestured towards them tenderly. “It’ll be a treacherous, difficult journey, but I believe we have the power to get it done. Finish your sparring session, catch your last bits of prey, and bid the Brush Lands farewell. It’s time we finally claimed a land of our own.” Exit to: Future Sorelus Territory Scout Azrath @helios Scout Hye-Su @joy @junichiro @niqo Guardian Raisa @wingnut |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 15:21:19 GMT -8
Jun and Azrath went back and forth for a while, the whelp lunging and lunging only to be batted aside by the larger brute. He showed promise, though. Junichiro wasn't the best at encouragement, but he didn't want the boy to get down about how many times he had been bumped around, so he offered what words he could, which was a mixture of an insult and acknowledgement. He would have to work on that aspect of his teaching. It seemed there was something they all could learn here. He didn't know what the alpha had in mind bringing this rough-looking group together, but he could see that he had a vision. He just hoped the male wasn't trying to build a life here; the brush lands were far too close to the cannibal pack for these pups. Sure, it was maybe a day's trot to get here from there, give or take, but that was more than close enough for the older male. He had slid his honey gaze over to see the alpha talking with another she-wolf and looking quite pleased. The way the female butted her head against him made him think they were most likely mates.It explained his softness then. If he was expecting, it would make even more sense. A male with a purpose becomes a lot softer than one searching for one. He paused his work as they were all beckoned by Rowan, and Jun helped the pup to his feet before making his way to the gathering. The male spoke of moving the group to a new area, one Jun hadn't been through before. He had no experience with these lands and as such wasn't able to discern beforehand if they would have any company waiting for them when they got there. Oh well. He still had some spark left in him. If needed he could still fight almost as well as he used to, hopefully without the savagery though. With Rowan's dismissal for everyone to get what they needed done before leaving the lands, Jun looked over at the apprentice next to him. Jun had nothing here; it was just another land with another end. He hadn't even been here for long, so it wasn't as if he would be missing certain scenery or rivers or scents. "Well?" He asked the young buck to his side. "Anything you want to get out of the way before we start this journey? It'll be a long one, so if there is anyone around here you need to say anything to or any spot you want to visit one last time now is your chance."Alpha Rowan Scout Azrath |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 15:33:22 GMT -8
Simon snorts when his taunts gain no reaction from Helios - at least not an entertaining one. A reluctant pang of respect buds in his chest, one that he shoves down with prejudice. The soot colored brat knew his personality was abrasive and standoffish, and he liked it that way. Half the fun was seeing how others would react; would he get a scolding from Raisa, or perhaps a disappointed glance from Rowan? Wingnut had never deigned him with anything even close to shock, only calm and concise instructions to knock it off. It was part of why he adored the older female so much, she never tried to mold him into something softer, or mollycoddle him. It was refreshing. And now, he thinks to himself with a quiet sneer, we have yet another aloof one. Is he as unflappable as he seems, or will he snap if pushed too far? One thing was for certain: Simon would certainly find out. At Wingnut’s command, the surly wolf pads back to their little makeshift commons, to find that the crazy soon-to-be mother had fled the scene. Good luck to any children she might have. However, a new stranger had sprung up from the earth to take her place, and older brute by the name of...Juniper? Junichiro? The hell were they calling him? Well, he wasn’t sobbing nonsensically into the snow, so it was already quite the improvement. Soon enough, Wingnut whips them all into order again. Azrath faces off against Wingnut, and he released a short bark of encouragement before his attention shifts just in time to see the Beta knock Joy to the ground. Ouch. Helios soon approaches Karini, and his lips twist a bit. That was it for the available sparring partners, and by the time everything had died down again, Rowan appeared ready to drop yet another bomb on all their heads. Evidently, they would be leaving. It...it was a new feeling for him, but Simon honestly had no complaints. This clearing was getting more cramped by the minute, and the idea of their own hunting grounds...it was appealing. Prancing over to his brother, he grips one of Azrath’s ears between his teeth and gives it a tug to gain his attention. “It’s about time we got outta here,” he chats idly to his sibling before shooting Junichiro a spry glance. Hopefully the elder male didn’t have any creaky joints that would slow them all down. With that final thought, he gives a decided lash of his tail before stalking after Rowan. ||Exit to Future Sorelus Territory||
@helios Scout Azrath Alpha Rowan @joy @junichiro Guardian Raisa @sorelus |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 18:29:53 GMT -8
Beta WingnutIf I Don't Understand, You are the one at fault Amber eyes trained themselves on the golden yearling, the expectancy of real speech to leave the she-wolf very prevalent in her stare. The approaching frame of Hye-Su was nothing new. The other male offered up for training must have already been claimed for the inky yearling to approach Joy and herself. The Beta had no qualms with the apprentice joining the pair. She knew not to just in until Wingnut and Joy were finished, and even if she did, the cinnamon she-wolf wouldn't pay her any attention until she had finished with Joy. Multitasking was no problem. Making sure that each task got done properly and to the fullest extent possible was her top priority. Hye-Su seemed content enough simply observing the spar for now, so there were no problems.
A harsh bark belonging to a certain absent wolf was the only thing to retract her attention from Joy. Flicking her head towards the yearlings, Wingnut broke her stance and padded the short distance so that she was back in view of her Alpha. The male had managed to make the female unimpressed. Usually, she was able to tolerate the male's long thought processes, his decisive conclusions most often benefiting all of Sorelus, but today had been different. It was not difficult to do the male's task, her own decisive mind allowing her to have the same thought processes as Rowan. What was unimpressive was the amount of time Rowan has spent with his head in the sand. With her usual level of emotionless monotony, Wingnut's gaze turned to the scarred male.
”First and foremost, I would like to apologize to you Wingnut, and to our two newest additions. I am your Alpha, Rowan. You both have the makings of fine warriors. Serve this pack well, and you will both be rewarded accordingly. Unfortunately, I fear we may have to leave these lands and seek new territory in these few days. Continue sparring. I will confirm with you all momentarily,” the Beta dipped her onyx mask towards her Alpha acknowledged his apology. The territory shift was not news to Wingnut. Rowan had been conversing it with her for the past few weeks. There were concerns over odd scents coming in on whipping winter winds combined with the prevalence of yearlings to full adults in the pack. The territory they currently resided in was originally rogue property, so rogue traffic like Junichiro and Helios was almost avoidable no matter how much they marked. New territory was the best option for Sorelus.
For a further few minutes, the pair of she-wolves continued to spar, Wingnut calling out instructions and advice, each time prompting the fragile teen to respond verbally.“Attention,” Rowan's voice rang out again, “We all will be leaving this territory within the month. Begin preparing yourselves now. Our goal is to find territory beyond those mountains and claim it for our own. It’ll be a treacherous, difficult journey, but I believe we have the power to get it done. Finish your sparring session, catch your last bits of prey, and bid the Brush Lands farewell. It’s time we finally claimed a land of our own.”
The sparring came to an abrupt halt with that statement. With the pack moving it would be futile to spar anymore. Preventable injuries could occur if they carried on that would make their journey harder. Turning to Joy, her empty tones held the strands of a congratulatory ping, "You've learned a lot. Good job." Swinging her frame towards Rowan's departing one, the long-limbed Beta let her pace lag slightly behind his, ensuring that all yearlings and new pack members were also following. She was still easily within earshot of Rowan if he needed her, but otherwise would simply continue to walk and monitor the progress of everyone else.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2019 16:38:47 GMT -8
Waking up was no longer the pleasure it used to be when he was younger and, perhaps, more innocent--naive. All Twizzle needed was a moment to shed the sleep from his brain, allow the visions of the night to give way to the day, to move from what his brain presented as reality to the real, fixed world. Dreaming had been so much more vivid in his adulthood as opposed to his younger days. Unusual. In a few seconds he would be able to greet the sunlit grass in front of him, to see how the dull greens would get the smallest splash of something different with the differing brightness of the sun. Waking up was bad enough, Twizzle just wanted to let it come with the subtleness of something more like a leaf in the wind than the subtleness of a cat in pain. He'll be there soon enough, he'll be awake.
There was a fading moment between unconsciousness and consciousness when Twizzle was whole again, but it evaporated faster than the rivers during drought seasons. As he roused from the heavy slumber, he was first alerted to the coolness of the air its damp fragrance. The ground was lumpy, his bed of earth and rocks. Twizzle's fur was spotted with hundreds of small droplets collected from the damp air. His previously drooping and heavy eyelids raise themselves lazily, and then it is all over. He was awake.
Twizzle woke like the flick of a switch. No sleepiness, no slow warning. No wishing for five more minutes. Within seconds of being conscious enough to realise he was unconscious he was on his feet, eyes open and dreams not just forgotten but erased. He takes in the feedback of all his senses. The birds in the trees silenced for a moment then returned, trusting that the wolf would be unable to catch them so high up. A beetle crawled across the ground in front of him ignorantly, and the wind blew against his fur without a care. If Twizzle could know the peace one feels during the moments waking, he would drive himself crazy trying to keep the moment forever. Trap it in a jar and treasure it forever.
A fat hare wandered from the bushes. Not close, but not too far that Twizzle couldn't see it. Twizzle watched it for a little while, with no need or want to hunt it. The hare cautiously sniffed the surrounding area, surveying the area around him. The hare's eyes fell onto the dark wolf. It stayed completely still for a heartbeat, before hitting the ground harshly with its back foot and taking off back through the undergrowth. There was a short rustling of leaves and then it had disappeared forever. Lucky.
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