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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2018 21:28:18 GMT -8
L U B R U S C A • G E N E R A L
H U N T I N G • T E R R I T O R Y
Lubrusca Pack General Hunting Territory. Prime hunting for larger game, such as elk and white-tail deer. The deer often stick to the tree line. Occasionally a drove of rabbits or passel of wild hogs can be found scrounging around in the field or at the edge of the tree line, but mainly elk are present, with the occasional moose passing through.
H U N T I N G
G U I D E
Seldom seen Hard to catch
S M A L L • G A M E
Moles/Voles - Gophers - Snakes/Lizards (venomous/nonvenomous) - Game Birds - Rabbits - Rats & Mice - Squirrels
When it comes to small game, the player can choose whether or not their wolf makes the kill. Please keep in mind that a wolf does not make a successful kill every time, usually a best two out of three. Also, please note the territory you are hunting in and the prey listed. Please do not roleplay otherwise unless given permission by the Alpha(s). Please give adequate details and length for lone small game hunts.
L A R G E • G A M E Whitetail Deer - Elk - Moose
When it comes to larger game, a minimum of three wolves are required to start a hunt. A Random Number Generator will be used by Alpha(s) to declare if the hunt was a success or not. If the hunting party does not consist of an Alpha, please PM them with the hunting details so they can respond in turn. Large game hunts cannot be finished in less than 4 posts.
C O M P E T I T I O N
Brown & Black Bears - Gray Foxes & Red Foxes - Cougars - Wolverines - Coyotes
The presence of other predators during large game hunts will show up at random intervals by the use of a RNG by the Alpha(s), unless requested otherwise in PM. Fatalities from said events are only acceptable if the player of the victim allows it. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2018 17:57:37 GMT -8
Shiban, the rogue, had purposefully wandered into Lubrusca's hunting territory Being a rogue was lonely, isolating, and he was almost watching himself become less like how he used to be by the minute. His former grin was now being replaced by a loss of hope. It had been too long since he made another animal smile. Maybe one of the pack members would be kinder than the wilderness had been.
Shiban looked around. The territory was nice, and seemed like a place where prey would be plump and plentiful during the warmer half of the year.
That's it!] He realized, tail starting to wag, I'll give them an offering!
While he had never had it, Shiban's mom used to tell him of how sweet gopher meat was. Maybe the pack would want some.
Shiban didn't have to search very long for a gopher hole, yet waited for almost 2 hours for the gopher to return to the den. He attacked it quickly, biting down on the soft part of the neck before the creature could even squeal. Maybe learning the harshness of the wilderness had its perks.
Now all he had to do was wait...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2018 12:28:18 GMT -8
 - Beta Ebony - Someone who cannot hate something, cannot love something, either. The winter flurries that stormed the territory dampened scents that would normally come easily to the trained noses of the Lubruscan superiors, Ebony particularly, whose job was nothing but to scrutinize every conceivable thing every second of every day. Had the gale come later Ebony would have found the rogue's scent hours ago. The beta could not fathom what lunacy had taken place here other than a wolf staring at a gopher hole for two straight hours. Ebony would be quick to surmise anything along the lines of idiocy considering most of his days he too would sit and stare at one thing for hours on end. Sometimes it was a suspicious aura, sometimes it was Snow Rose, sometimes it was his master, Ventus. Still, never the ground.
Ebony registered the shift when the rogue made the kill. He would've cheered for him after all the suspense if he was capable of feeling such things as pride or excitement. Ebony didn't need to assess the stranger any further. He was not a threat and couldn't be if he wanted to. He came to the rogue's feet with that unblinking, melancholy look on his jet colored mask--quite beautiful and uniquely calming against the white canvas of falling snow and near complete silence, but not to Ebony.
"Put it down." Creamy vocals poured from his maw like warm milk. Ebony was not intimidating. Unless he was ordered to, he was never seen with his hackles raised, teeth bared, tail raised, or ears flat. Likewise, he was not submissive. At all times he was nothing more and nothing less than absolutely neutral. His voice, his gaze, his expression, his body language; it was all perfectly in tune with his brain: uninviting and without any intention whatsoever nor care in the world.
"Our hunting grounds are off limits to rogues. Leave here before you are forced to," he said robotically, every word sounding just the same as the last. There was no variation between his phrasing nor any fluctuation in his voice that would suggest he had any opinion on anything that happened here, as was the way he lived. He supposed he more readily associated himself with a plant more than a wolf; he upheld a function, but had no emotional capacity and was completely inanimate.
Addressed: @saturn
OOC: Don't mind Ebony he's a soulless robot xD
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2018 12:38:48 GMT -8
Shiban's tail began to wag excitedly as he stared at the dark wolf in front of him. Darker fur seemed odd against the lighter backdrop, but there were more important issues to worry about right now.
He lowered his head, intending to look submissive. He kept eye contact with the wolf in front of him. He had beautiful eyes. Shiban placed the gopher down, yet still hung his head slightly below the other wolf's.
"An offering," Shiban said in the most calm voice he could. While this is what he wanted, he got a strong vibe of authority from this wolf, "I-I would like to join your pack. Even as the lowest of the low. I can sing songs and entertain."
His voice got louder and louder subconciously. Maybe he took too much pride in his work.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2018 13:21:20 GMT -8
- Beta Ebony - Someone who cannot hate something, cannot love something, either. The rogue had the spirit of a pup. His tail wagged innocently, but he had nothing to be happy for. After the fire, the Lubrusca family had suffered in the death of Ventus's pups and other pack members. The aftermath of the Ferus-Lubruscan War made nothing easier on the pack. After these slow months, the pack was finally starting to pick up where it left off. Ebony may not have taken any suffering upon himself, not here and not anywhere throughout his life, but he was able to come to the conclusion that the last thing his pack needed right now was change. The water was finally still after a storm. Ebony saw no reason to throw a rock in it.
It would make things much easier on Ebony to simply tell the rogue these things rather than to drag on an unbearable conversation. Alas, he would betray his pack by allowing the subject of its critical condition to travel anywhere outside of its borders. Ebony's chest swelled as he inhaled with great inconvenience, although his patience would never run thin as long as he was maintaining his obligations to Ventus.
"No." Ebony had not moved an inch, though he did offer a blink of consolation. He understood his insentient appearance was rather unsettling to others and he had to sometimes remind them that he was, in fact, alive. It was easy to say that the peaceful nature of the woods had been disturbed by the disagreeable volume of the stranger's voice as his nerves accumulated like the piles of snow at the bases of the trees.
"I apologize but I cannot allow you entry. You are already trespassing here. I will direct you to the outskirts if you cannot find them yourself."
Addressed: @saturn
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2018 13:46:24 GMT -8
Shiban nodded, the dissapointment about to swallow him whole. His shoulders slumped and his ears flattened.
"I'll hunt for myself and be the lowest of the low. I just want to make someone smile," he shuffled his paws nervously, staring with pleading eyes at the dark wolf above him.
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Post by Scout Cecilia on Aug 12, 2018 18:27:12 GMT -8
PUP CECILIA
OF
LUBRUSCA
Cecilia stopped caring about the sound she would make. She wasn’t sure Ebony was aware of her following him and she didn’t wish to be forgotten out here. While Cecilia may have made a dumb move in coming out here alone, in the winter, she wasn’t stupid enough to not make her presence known to Ebony.
Jumping from one of his large footprints to the other, she finally came up behind. Moving forward she bopped him in the hind leg and peaked around his body. She had heard only a little bit of what Ebony was saying to the stranger, but whatever he said had the other leaving.
“Why did he have to leave?” Ceci asked quietly, moving to sit underneath the giant.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2018 18:42:58 GMT -8
Winter had weaned horrors beyond the brinks of previous comprehension. He’d never expected anything lesser than. After all, he’d left pack luxuries to pursue murderers, and a particularly brutal pair at that, given the last two victims. No, he’d never expected anything remotely akin to cushy, but nothing, nothing bordering on the savagery he’d seen. The trail in question had led him far out from pack territory and deep into rogue lands, bordering on the Dry Woods. From there, he proceeded with the utmost, profound sense of caution, hyper-sensitive to even the softest of sounds; all too aware of just how mad hunger made the most rational-minded. Predator and prey alike had abandoned ship, leaving the land to its remaining inhabitants for rule: a smattering of sadistic, crudely-governed rogue factions. Solitary wolves showed up in faint brief flashes of scent, but always disappeared within a few hundred feet of origin. At first, he’d found it expected. Strange disappearances within the woods themselves had never been extraordinary, but by the twelfth or so scent, his blood ran cold. They weren’t disappearing, he realized. They were dying.
It was a week in when he witnessed it for the first time. A panicked scream had roused him from a fidgety slumber, coaxing him to creep towards the mouth of his token hiding place, (a hollowed fallen log), to witness the carnage. The scream’s source was incredibly young, a yearling at the absolute most. At first, he’d mistaken him for crimson- until he realized his rich, vibrant red hues were soaring off as he ran, sputtering up from a gash across his throat. Thudding pawsteps thundered in the distance; hungry, ravenous howls soaring from the throats of a pack in pursuit. Suddenly, the sanguine yearling slipped on the ice, crashing onto his own left leg with a sickening crunch. Instantly, his hunters burst through the brush, the entire pack’s worth, but his eyes honed on the obvious second-in-command: a male with fur so black it seemed blue. The sorrel yearling sobbed, trembling in terror. “Pu-le-eaa-se, I’m s-sorry,” he begged, shakily rising on three legs. “I didn’t mean to intru—,“ The beta seized the broken leg between his teeth, eliciting a weeping, petrified wail. “PLEASE!” he screamed as the hunters began to start closing in. “I’m just lo—“
The hunters demolished him, ripping him apart even as he pled. The rest fell upon the wrecked corpse with relish, already seemingly accustomed to such “hunts” as they wrenched and sawed their favorite scraps from the body. Within the hour, the murdered yearling had been reduced to nothing but half-chewed bone and gnawed cartilage. With a wrench of his stomach, Flint realized that he’d been far from their first or final victim. Kurumi and Tenshi, on second thought, had actually been among the most fortunate of this pack’s targets, left to die at their pack’s paws, and with that epiphany came a startling realization. He on his own was nowhere near equipped to handle this danger. The mere idea had driven him to his current location: the Lubruscan Hunting Grounds.
In the distance, he could make out Ebony, startling black against pale alabaster. A border approach was, perhaps, more polite, but his discovery had begged urgency. Besides, the same murderous pack he’d previously witnessed posed as much a danger to Lubrusca as it did Ferus, and if that didn’t spur their action, then frankly, nothing would. The forever blank-faced beta would be irritable at his audacity, entering Lubrusca from the former hunting grounds, but he knew as well as Flint did that it was the fastest way to the Commons. “Good morning Ebony,” he greeted, approaching with an uncharacteristic somberness. “What a lovely child,” he gestured, noticing the pup at his heels. “You never struck me as the type to have children. Congratulations.” Before the beta could begin token questioning, he resumed his speech. “I’ll try and keep this short. Life in Lubrusca, Ferus, and all four packs as previously known, is currently in an incredible danger. We are facing a tremendous threat, and our window for action is growing short. The sooner that you take me to speak with Ventus, the sooner I can explain and evacuate your territory,” he quipped, his eyes hardening suddenly as he analyzed the borders. “And before we go, one superior to another,” he muttered. “Get a goddamned patrol out. The last thing Lubrusca needs is a border massacre.”
OOC: Not sure how clear this is, but here's what happened for clarity: Flint left Ferus to attempt to track down Kurumi and Tenshi's murderers. The trail eventually led him to the Dry Woods, where he proceeded to encounter one of the more violent Mortuil/Ignasian customs: the hunting of other rogues. This encounter causes him to realize that he may be working with more than he can handle on his own, leading him to seek help in Lubrusca.
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Post by Hunting Superior Parker on Sept 21, 2018 21:26:09 GMT -8
Trotting into the snow-covered hunting grounds, Parker was a bit surprised to see Beta Ebony in the hunting grounds, but even more surprised to see Cecilia plopped at his ankles. The teen had thought that he had scented something odd before, so maybe that was why Ebony was there, but why Cecilia had followed him was still a mystery. He entered the hunting grounds with a smile on his face, completely ready to teach Hydran some sweet hunting tips and tricks, but in just moments his mood uncharacteristically soured. Something was off, and it was something that struck deep within his system.
It was the scent that hit him first. The remains of a dry spell masked by ice and mulch. The stains of a blood-spattered memory, the pandora's box opening in his mind that he had once thought he had locked shut. Ferus. Through it was faint, it was here. The last time that Ferus was supposed to be here was when they hunted, before the fire even. Such a scent, even as detached as this one sent him back in time. Nearly a year ago, just outside of the birthing den that he, Prim, and Shibaan hid in, Connor had been slaughtered. After someone covered in blood came and found the trio, Parker saw just what Ferus could do to Lubrusca. Just how terrible they could be. Instantly fur on Parker's shoulder's stood up. The scent of the she-wolf that killed Connor had this scent mixed with it. He was associated. And now he wanted to waltz up unto Lubruscan territory? Not even on the borders like the group of rogues before the fire, no. Not like the odd rogue that had somehow managed to wander down here, no. Purposefully, he had come to the hunting grounds and decided to speak to Ebony.
“I’ll try and keep this short. Life in Lubrusca, Ferus, and all four packs as previously known, is currently in an incredible danger. We are facing a tremendous threat, and our window for action is growing short. The sooner that you take me to speak with Ventus, the sooner I can explain and evacuate your territory,” the male explained to Ebony, but Parker listened in to it anyways. Had this jerk come to declare another war? Was this a threat? Another issue, how dare he say that they would need to evacuate again! It was fair that he didn't know about the fire, but having to leave everything he had even known all over again was just too much. With an odd burst of sorrow and anger, Parker stepped forwards until he was close enough behind Ebony that he wouldn't encroach on his superiority, but so that the foreign male could still hear him. Quietly, fighting back an odd sense of anger and despair, Parker hissed out,
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2018 18:05:41 GMT -8
- Beta Ebony - Someone who cannot hate something, cannot love something, either. He drew his leg forward in response to a small beat at it. A young pup had followed him to the hunting grounds; she'd presumably grown weary of the childish occupations at the rendezvous, as had the beta. He didn't like it to be his job to monitor such things. He better attended to tasks such as patrolling, registering and formulating⏤hunting plans, scouting arrangements and all the like. He had the most watchful eyes and perceptive senses that were best used for tactical functions, which didn't include babysitting."Trespassers and thieves are not permitted entry into the pack," he said with a struggling voice, vocabulary indifferent to its audience, as he stepped cautiously over Cecilia in attempt to remove the small creature from underneath him. Out of all things that made up his being, mind and body alike, it was his most vulnerable detail. He would fret only for a moment at the squeamish thought of tiny claws at his underbelly before an unmistakable scent had reached him almost too late. Without a second thought Ebony had willingly repositioned himself, and Cecilia was once again welcomed to the safety of his undersurface.The Ferus wolf carried with him an achromatic shadow. Its sinister prowl traced behind him like a ghost, no doubt bearing fatal memories and dire information; Ebony was most certain of the latter. Parker was approaching⏤the beta would ignore his arrival as long as Flint still had a statement to give; instead, an erroneous congratulations. Ebony would not address this. It was not a necessary misinterpretation to correct compared to the enlightenment that would follow.“I’ll try and keep this short. Life in Lubrusca, Ferus, and all four packs as previously known, is currently in an incredible danger. We are facing a tremendous threat, and our window for action is growing short. The sooner that you take me to speak with Ventus, the sooner I can explain and evacuate your territory.” Out came poisoned words, afflicted by none other than rotten illustrations burned into the memory. For once Ebony could recollect his past and sympathize with another, for there were some sights unnaturally deranged enough to overcome supposedly invincible pococurantism.The beta's skull hinged so he could see Parker behind him. The young wolf was imperceptive of the Ferus superior's warning, impulsive behavior clearly attributed to his ill feelings towards the co-occupants, one in particular if Ebony remembered correctly. Ebony had no such feelings and he was not blinded. A low growl rumbled in the direction of the Lubruscan hunter, and it would be all that he'd give. Ebony wouldn't instruct Parker on, respectively, rationalization and diplomacy."Take Cecilia," he commanded him, again ushering the pup out from beneath him with great discomfort. He was relieved to give his attention back to Flint. "If what you say is true, we'd better not waste any time." He turned his back to let him pass, beckoning with his neck. "Come. Follow him." Ebony would trail behind Flint and Parker, keeping a watchful eye on them both and, dutifully, Cecilia, though he prioritized the status of the Ferus wolf over the others as his words echoed in his head. Could his past be returning to him? Would he be able to fulfill his duties and serve his pack, or would he malfunction, leading another generation to fall?
--Exit to Commons--
Scout Cecilia
@flint
Hunting Superior Parker
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Post by Sentinel Hydran on Sept 22, 2018 22:11:00 GMT -8
Running all the way from the River to the Hunting grounds, Hydran took a moment to breathe. Raising his head up, the Alphess's son spoke up. "You know, you coulda jus-". His dailogue was cut short because of the scene in front of him. A wolf, whom he hadn't had contact before nor he could recognize from anywhere was there. Their Beta, Ebony, with Cecilia there as well, and this new guy seemed to be talking, but Hydran couldn't make up what they were saying pretty well. Words like Ferus, Lubrusca, Danger and Threat were all but comforting. What are those two on about?Parker was right behind them, but something was quite different. His cream colored fur was standing up, and the look on his face was just, extremely odd. Like actually angry. A sight that Hydran thought he'd never get to see, Parker being upset, much less after having seen him rolling on the snow, almost tearing up out of sheer laughter. Creeping behind his fellow hunter, the younger one approached the older hunter. Opening his mouth to ask, the words that would have formed a question dissipated back into his lungs, as the cream colored one spoke, no, spat. "You know who killed Connor." Woah, woah. Questions formed quickly on the pup's head. Who's Connor? Why is Parker acting so scary? Who's this new guy? What the fuck was even happening anymore? The Beta growled at Parker, probably because of his rudeness and sudden bark, and on his usual cold way, he instructed both the stranger and the older hunter to go somewhere. Soon enough, the trio walked onwards, to somewhere unknown for the pup, leaving both Cecilia and him behind. Not wanting to feel like an useless pup, trying to fulfill his desire to be useful, Hydran followed along, but just to be sure, at a distance. Wouldn't want to be shouted at by any of those people. He wouldn't expect that from Parker, but he would from Ebony. However, to be completely honest with himself, the young hunter didn't expect the cream colored one to be able to show such anger, so anything could happen this morning.
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Post by Scout Cecilia on Sept 27, 2018 19:43:21 GMT -8
PUP CECILIA
OF
LUBRUSCA
Little ears swivelled on top of her dainty skull as she tried to understand the new words Ebony spoke of. “Trespassers?” she questioned slowly, letting the word roll of her tongue in thought. Her voice was barely above a whisper, more tasting the new word than actually wanting Ebony to explain himself. Although, even if he was going to they were interrupted.
Ebony stood back over her, her own body moving into the snow. She shivered as the cold snuck through her fur and she wondered how well this new stranger could see her. From her own eyes her feet looked darker than the snow but light enough to blend in, kind of. Eyes flitted towards the new comer as new sounds approached from behind.
Turning a tiny head she recognized the two approaching as Parker and… Hydra? Hydren? She couldn’t remember the younger of the two and only knew Parker as a joyous soul that would occasionally play with her and the siblings if they were out and about. Flicking a tiny tail in a greeting wag, she quickly ran towards the two familiar faces.
Head snapped back towards Ebony, most words the adults exchanged being ignored by her lack of interest in the stranger. She looked to the two older boys who were instructed to bring her back to the others. Easiest way would be for one of them to carry her and with that assumption, she lowered her head and exposed her scruff from ideal carrying position.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2018 18:02:19 GMT -8
In between his brief warnings, two more wolves materialized. Well, perhaps wolves might’ve been a bit of a stretch- the lot were apprentices at the absolute best, and yearlings at the worst –thus, inherently naïve, ignorant, and idiotic. The first struck the kindling of a memory, a golden male yearling who he knew he couldn’t have fought previously, but who appeared familiar all the same. He most certainly remembered him; flaxen ears flattening against his skull, pressed firmly against either auburn side as he flashed his fangs. He regarded his display with detached amusement, attempting to acquire the place in which he recognized him from. The second male didn’t have any hints attached. He was even younger than the first, and barely accustomed to adolescence, quite reminiscent of a certain Alphess. No, he’d never encountered the second before, but the first, he most definitely had. It had to have been in childhood- and then, as plainly as day –the realization struck him. The boy in the trio of pups Absinthe sought during the war, confirmed by a brash, callous hiss. "You know who killed Connor." The accusation was almost ridiculous, as if he’d delivered the direct order himself. Low, cold laughter rattled his chest. “Were you expecting an apology? I harbor no guilt over what I can’t control.” His eyes hardened suddenly, bearing directly between the yearling’s own. “Of course I know who killed Connor,” he spat, his patience growing markedly thin. “Do you know who killed Joktan? Hesparus? Zoktan? Snowpaw? Memory is magnificently selective at times, don’t you agree? If yours worked properly, you’d know I played no part. Both sides lost something, and yours isn’t entirely innocent either.” He paused, adjusting his attention to the second. “Is this Joktan and Ventus’s child? He resembles his mother,” he remarked, noting his fiery, bright fur wistfully, before wrinkling his nose in thought. “Nothing of his father it seems. How unfortunate.” Ebony cut their conversation short with a warning growl. "If what you say is true, we'd better not waste any time," he quipped, turning the topic back to the task at hand. “Come. Follow him." He relaxed his stance and posture, instantly amicable now that he had commandeered the conversation. “Of course, Ebony, and my sincerest apologies. Simply lead the way.” Tagged: Scout Cecilia , @ebony , Sentinel Hydran , Hunting Superior Parker |
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Post by Hunting Superior Parker on Sept 30, 2018 22:52:53 GMT -8
As his hiss left a blackened maw, a cacophony of two sounds grated the yearling's ears. The first was Ebony's growl, something he expected to receive from the male, but the second was laughter. Blunt, patronising laughter. A flame of anger blazed behind stormy optics as they locked with the Ferus wolf's equal stare. "Were you expecting an apology? I harbour no guilt over what I can't control. Of course, I know who killed Connor. Do you know who killed Joktan? Hesperus? Zoltan? Snowpaw? Memory is magnificently selective at times, don’t you agree? If yours worked properly, you’d know I played no part. Both sides lost something, and yours isn’t entirely innocent either," the monster hidden within every single damn Ferus wolf exposed itself right there in front of everyone. Each name was a sting, a memory of someone lost in the war, lost to those jaws. The only wolves he could think of that really survived the war were Kai and Ebony; Ventus had told him that she didn't get too hurt in the war somehow. Everyone else had been too young, or killed, and that was even before the fire. "Anything you could have lost is incomparable to the amount we've lost because of you," the golden yearling hissed under his breath so that only he and likely Hydran could hear him. Ebony was already as mad as an emotionless brick could get at him, he didn't want to push it any further with the male. However, he didn't break eye contact with the male as he did so, even as the Ferus male moved his attention over to Hydran. "Take Cecilia," Ebony's two-word command finally made the blond yearling move from his defensive stance. Trying to shake the sudden wave of foreign emotions out of himself, Parker moved over to where Ceci had already lowered her head into a position that would make her easier to carry. Parker didn't want any of his anger towards the short Ferus wolf to transfer into the completely innocent pup, so before he reached down to pick her up, he let out a long breath. Trying to restore his happy self again, Parker quipped out, "Let's see what your siblings are up to!" He then gently grasped Ceci's scruff in his teeth before carrying her back to the adopted commons ahead of his Beta and the Ferus snake. Scout Cecilia Sentinel Hydran @ebony @flint |
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Post by Sentinel Hydran on Oct 1, 2018 19:20:39 GMT -8
One would think that'd end there. Parker would just apologize, and then move along. The stranger could have either aplogized, politely corrected the hunter or just be silent, at least in a manner of respect. But, nope, not even close. This stranger, who's pretty small for an adult mind you, literally laughed at the older hunter's accusations. "Were you expecting an apology? I harbour no guilt over what I can't control. Of course, I know who killed Connor. Do you know who killed Joktan? Hesperus? Zoltan? Snowpaw? Memory is magnificently selective at times, don’t you agree? If yours worked properly, you’d know I played no part. Both sides lost something, and yours isn’t entirely innocent either". From that angle, Hydran couldn't really see his friend's face clearly, yet he could feel his rage, as if it just radiated out of his body and into their surroundings. So many names, has this guy mentioned. But so few ringed a bell. Most specifically, Joktan. That's dad's name!. But the male from an alien pack wasn't done. His gaze went from Parker's direction, to his. For a couple of seconds, the pup was the center of the stranger's attention. "Is this Joktan and Ventus’s child? He resembles his mother. “Nothing of his father it seems. How unfortunate."Hydran went quiet. He wasn't shy, not at all. If this stranger was just some random rogue, he'd probably would have at least introduced himself, unless either Parker or Ebony went against that decision. But this guy was something else. Despite being so short, and in an apparently enemy pack, he had the balls to laugh at a Hunter, right in front of the actual fucking Beta. And that Beta is none other than Ebony, who could make most wolves scramble back into their den with a simple gaze. The son of the alphess must have stayed staring into nothingness for a while, because when he realized, none of the people who were around him mere moments ago were there anymore. The stranger and the Beta had left to god knows where and Parker was apparently carrying Cecilia somewhere. Sighing, knowing that he couldn't follow his superior, he went to his cream-coated friend. Maybe he could help, after all, he was ten months older. Jogging to the older hunter's side, Hydran spoke. "Dude, do you know that guy?".
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