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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 17:15:06 GMT -8
The pristine gold and brown hued contrasted against the murky dull greens of the sludge-like area. A beautiful array of mesmerizing patterns to brighten up the death-reeking land. Sniffing in distaste, the rather horrific smell brought a small wrinkle to Topaz's nose, paws shuffling in distaste as he pressed his weight back, muscles bunching. Narrowing equally beautiful eyes, he lunged forwards, only airborne for mere seconds before landing weightlessly upon a grey stone. This is how he chose to pick through the land, scaling from structure to structure in hopes not to dirty himself, and bring along the vomit-inducing smell of this deplorable place. Holding back a gag, emotionless depths scanned the area for any sign of life. The brute sighed contently as his wish came true. Solitude. The only lingering scents being the stale marks of two wolves, which brought no interest to the rather rueful asshole. Despite the lack of reason, Topaz stayed stationary for a few more fleeting moments, enjoying the soft swishing of the wind, rocking his tail to-and-fro. Closing his bright optics, he allowed his head to hang, flashing images running through his mind. His sister, who's scent he could still catch drifting, if he thought really hard. Steller, his beloved mentor, and father-figure. His presence still accompanied him wherever his life decided to take him, walking by his side, matching his paw-steps exactly.
Soon, moments became seconds, seconds became minutes, and minutes multiplied like crazy, until he finally opened his eyes. Only now did Topaz fully register how long he had been lingering upon the smooth surface of the rock. Gingerly, he reached his front paws forwards, rocking his mass back, his spine popping as he stretched the stiff area. Exhaling, he shook the entirety of his torso, refreshing his stature. Pain shot through his abdomen, bringing the smallest of frowns to his generally emotionless face. He was hungry. What a inconvenience. Topaz sighed, now realizing he'd probably have to get his paws dirty. Plus, he would have to practice. Maybe it was his time training to be a Paladin, or maybe it was just some habit he ran into as a coping mechanism. But, for every bite that the golden hued male devoured, he had to find an equal amount of exercise to put forth. In this swamp, he'd probably get it out of the way just looking for his meal.
Cringing internally, he dropped his paws quickly into the disgusting substance, trudging through it, avoiding the areas that went above his shoulders. Resisting the urge to clamber out, he instead lurked around for about an hour, his muscles sore from moving in such a low viscosity area. Shaking his head, Topaz fought away a yawn of boredom, only to stumble upon the perfect prey. Ceasing movement, Topaz allowed his back to become stained with mud, watching a brown and red hued create waddle around a rock, snapping the large pincers it held above it's oddly shaped body. Much like an egg. Creeping forwards quietly, Topaz waited for the right moment, only mere feet away from it. Adrenaline hit him like a cold gust of wind, shivers sinking down his spine as he suddenly shot forwards, avoiding the sharp pincers, snapping his fangs around it's oddly textured form. He felt it crack and writhe, it almost made him wretch. Eventually, after it finished it's movement, Topaz slunk onto a rock, his fur heavy with mud, muscles burning with the strain of moving through the sludge. But, at least he got a meal.
OOC: Feel free to approach.<3
Tagged: N/A
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2017 19:02:42 GMT -8
Blinking in numb boredom, Topaz rolled his shoulders, listening to the bones pop as he stretched the muscle. Repulsed, but hungry, the brute quickly finished his meal. It was tasteless, besides a lingering dead-fish hint. It stuck around like rain during the spring. Shuddering, the handsome grouch stood up yet again. Forever moving. Pushing forwards, he tried to keep on the rocks, avoiding the disgusting mud that littered the entire territory. But, he was bound to find a blank area, or misstep. Hatred swelled within him for this territory. It's land, it's smell, and it's prey. Topaz didn't have to think twice about abandoning this mess.
.:. Exit to - Lubrusca Pass .:.
OOC: Welp, this thread is dead.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2017 17:07:31 GMT -8
𝕊𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕦𝕤 "Tyranny is always better organized than freedom" -- Charles Peguy --
The marsh was a foul place to be, which meant there would be no wolves here. Or at the very least, very few. This would give him and his boys some time to train. Their training had been lacking the last few weeks as they moved across territories in search of a place that would suit their family of five. So far, that search has been futile. All that he has found has been pack lands or barren lands. The coast proved to be pointless, not much to hunt with growing boys, not even enough for himself.
Stopping in a shallow area, he turned his head to gaze over his scraggly offspring. Most seemed to be healthy enough although he was slightly worried for the health of the runt, Paulo. Being the smallest meant being the weakest, which meant being last to eat. Sicarius would have to make sure he was getting enough food as the rest, or at the very minimum enough to survive off of. He cringed away from his caring attitude, deluding himself to believe that this was because he saw something in the runt that he didn’t see in the others. Perhaps that really was the reason but he would not coddle him, Paulo would need to learn to fight his own battles with his brothers if he wanted the others to fully respect him.
Sicarius honestly wished Artamo was more his shadow than Caedis was. He enjoyed Caedis’ obedience and desire to follow in his footsteps, but Artamo held the power that he desired his successor to have. Letting out a small sigh, he turned away from his boys to look at the scenery in front of them.
The place was humid and made him sweat under his inky pelt. The season would be changing soon but this place would due for now. Rolling his shoulders back he decided this would be the time for a lesson. They were all old enough to hunt and he would need to them to begin hunting in large groups if they all wanted to survive. Walking a few yards further he stopped on a drier piece of land, turning his attention back to the boys with a blank gaze.
“We will take this chance to train in your hunting skills,” he stated, his gaze going over each one. “I will not be helping any of you in catching your food tonight, you must do that on your own.” His voice was deep and gruff, slightly rusty from lack of use. He was not a wolf for conversation and had rarely anything to say to his sons besides commands, criticism, and even more rare, praise.
“These are the rules; you must catch enough to fill yourself up tonight, you cannot help each other but you are not to foil the others hunt, before you eat your kill you must come back here to show me your prize. The first one to pass will receive a reward, the one that will fail will sleep on their own tonight.
Now. Go.” he barked out, his voice becoming a solid command as his face turned from blank to aggravated.
#542||@caedis @caelum @artamo @paulo || Was going to edit this some more, but this is the first post. Sorry for the extended wait.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 1:25:05 GMT -8
Artamo
"This is a place of lost souls and evil thoughts..."
It has been absolute torture having to trek aimlessly through territory after territory. Artamo's paw-pads had been burnt, scratched, irritated and now he was ankle deep in a mix of mud and water. Of course he was becoming aggravated, he was inconveniently tired and hungry; both these things being states that you would not want to approach Artamo under. But alas, here he was, trudging through the damn mud with his head hung low while making sure to follow the trail that Sicarius had managed to make in the mud. He huffed a sigh of annoyance as another bug buzzed past his ear.
Sicarius came to a halt. 'If we've stopped for anything other than some damn food, I swear to god-,' before Artamo could even finish his angst-ridden thought, his father opened his mouth with good news. “We will take this chance to train in your hunting skills,” the brute's shoulder's slumped slightly in relief. "Thank fuck," he mumbled more to himself than anyone else as he raised his head in mild interest, ready for some food. It was easy for Artamo to consider himself to be the best of the brothers when it came to hunting, though stealth wasn't his strong suit he was definitely well equipped for bringing down his prey hard and fast. He smirked as drool began building at his jowls.
“I will not be helping any of you in catching your food tonight, you must do that on your own. These are the rules; you must catch enough to fill yourself up tonight, you cannot help each other but you are not to foil the others hunt, before you eat your kill you must come back here to show me your prize. The first one to pass will receive a reward, the one that will fail will sleep on their own tonight. Now. Go.” Artamo simply blinked at his father's stern words, not at all concerned about how well he would fare in this little game. He'd just catch a fish or something, maybe even a duck. Artamo would be happy to finally have something in his gut, though the prize that their father mentioned did sound tempting...
"Easy," he stated with quite a mellow and almost sardonic tone, "Good luck, boys." He offered with a chuckle before giving a swift flicker of his tail and heading off towards the lake which would surely have a bountiful amount of fish and water-birds for him to snack on. He cocked his ebony crown as he approached the water, blazing eyes roving over the murky water that he didn't dare attempt to drink, no, not yet. He instead looked past the algae-thickness and instead spotted the twitch of an aquatic tail, reasonably sized and not too far from the shore. Artamo eagerly yet slowly waded into the chilled water, bones flinching from the unexpected temperature, but he moved onwards, paws sinking into mud as he got as close as possible. Without another thought or moment to second guess himself, the yearling pounced into the water, paws extended and jaw open wide to catch the fish as it brushed against the surface of the water, only for his hind-legs to slid out from under him, the mud proving to be incredibly slick. His snout hit the water before he realised what had happened, his back legs had swept from under him and his body was now on a side-ways angle straight into the cold water. 'Oh shi-,' once again Artamo had no time to finish his thought as he found his entire body diving straight into the water, his coal-black coat instantly soaked as an audible splash soon followed his decent.
Artamo kicked his paws out, trying to find a steady hold on land that wan't mud or algae. He soon-enough dragged himself onto dry land, a furious scowl set on his maw as he pulled himself onto the bank, body falling flat onto the semi-dry land as his chest heaved for breath in-between ragged growls. It was at this moment that he felt himself to be incredibly useless, and he could only hope that none of his brothers had seen his unceremonious decent into the deep-end. Artamo huffed again as his annoyance began to ebb away and the hunger set back in. A sudden flutter in the distance caught his attention, his heart pounding as he feared that it was one of his brothers come to poke fun at him, but as his amber gaze drifted upwards, it was a tall common-crane that perched near the water a few meters away from his head. The stupid bird probably thought that he was washed up carrion. Artamo simply gave a chuckle as a plan sprung into his young mind.
Springing to his feet instantly, he watched the crane lift it's head up, beady eyes going wide as it scanned it's surroundings in time to watch as the ebony male leaped towards it. Grey feathers fluttered and ivory teeth clacked as his jaws fell firmly around the crane's long and elegant leg before it could fly out of his reach, pulling it back to the damp ground, it's body flopped along the thick grasses as it's long beak opened in a strangled squawk. Artamo easily sank his teeth into it's elegant throat. Success! The brute chortled to himself as he felt the blood well against his tongue and the bird fall limp beneath him. He savoured the feeling of the bird's life slipping from it's eyes as he gave a satisfied flick of his tail. He wasted no time in hauling it away for his father to see.
After the trek back to Sicarius, he gave the older male a sharp smirk as the decently sized bird dangled lifelessly from his jaws before he dropped it in front of his father. Artamo sat before his kill and the similarly coloured brute, a proud smirk left on his maw as he realised that he was the first one out of his brothers to return to his father. With a decent catch that would easily feed him and perhaps Paulo if he was feeling generous, as well as the very high chance of acquiring whatever his father had set as the "prize", Artamo's temper had been dashed away into ashes. Today was going well so far~
|| Mentioned || @sicarius, @caedis, @caelum, @paulo
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2017 17:05:37 GMT -8
The white form of the yearling slithered into the swampy area, his muzzle graced by a black dip of his muzzle. He had grown in size and strength since Katara and him had been at the Coastline. The place that they had built a home for awhile, and had lived. He admittedly had caused much trouble there, and although he felt terrible for dragging Katara into it, it seems his reckless behavior was the only thing that he could really hold onto. Riddled by his past, and the large scar upon his face, he was learning how to become a new male. It was hard on the young one, knowing that he was trying to change to better himself. But he knew that he couldn't live his life simply acting like he hated everyone and everything. Katara was the reason that he wanted to change. He wanted to prove to her that he was different from his father, that he was not going to cause pain in his wake. But he knew that the female might not trust him, especially after his blow up about his father killing her mother.
He knew that it would still be a deep wound, Katara losing her mother, and then being separated from her brother as well. While they had their differences, Zuko had actually gotten the female to open up and let him know what had happened. His father was a cruel wolf, someone that Zuko wished he could kill. But they were far away now, not anywhere near his father and his harsh reign. That was what was best for the both of them. Orange eyes took a look around, wondering where exactly they would be able to catch a bite to eat. Taking one step forward, his paw sunk into the sticky mud, making him scowl. Mud was not something he liked, especially when it got inbetween his toes. Looking back to see if Katara was following, he would wonder if she liked the mud, especially coming from somewhere that had territory that might include boggy lands such as these. It didn't smell terrible here, but it still smelt like mud that had been sitting in the sun for awhile. "This is so gross," He complained, looking towards where his legs were stuck in the mud. Pulling them out, he would take bigger steps forward, hoping to find a less muddy part of the area to settle down on to find out what they wanted to eat, if there was anything around here.
@katara
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2017 15:54:01 GMT -8
The boggy terrain stretched on before the young female, surrounding her and her companion. A significant amount of time had passed since their initial arrival at the coastline, which they had since abandoned after taking refuge there for a decent while. In that span, Katara had indeed grown in size. Her transition from pup to yearling had allowed growth in her height, though much of that development had taken place in her legs - which were now quite lanky in comparison to the rest of her body, and were taking some getting used to.
Up ahead, the creamy white form of her companion stood out harshly against the backdrop of the murky swamp. Katara picked up her pace to a brisk trot to catch up, quickly finding the ground to increasingly marshy the closer to him she moved. Soon, each pawstep sank into the waterlogged earth. With a quick glance over at her friend - which she had increasingly been considering Zuko with each passing day - Katara was surprised to find him looking back at her.e
“This is so gross,” the light-colored male grumbled irritably, clearly referring to the mud that was well on its way to engulfing his legs. Katara glanced down at her own legs. They were immersed in the deep mud, with the stick earth covering a significant percentage of her limbs. The young female wasn’t entirely unaccustomed to mire of this sort; the southern areas of the land in which she had grown were often muddy in the late spring and early summer, when the snow began to melt - though not nearly to this extent. However, simply because she’d had similar experiences did not in any way mean she enjoyed it.
“That it is,” she replied, lifting a paw high above the muck to inspect the dark brown substance coating the once creamy fur of her legs. “But,” she continued cheerfully as she stepped toward her companion, her steps high and long in order to pass through the mud, “it could always be worse. Besides, plenty of things live in places like this. Frogs, birds, they live here if you know where to look.”
She paused for a moment, looking down as embarrassment crept across her visage. “Not that I know where,” she mumbled sheepishly, some of her sunny demeanor slipping. “But it can’t be that hard, right?”
@zuko
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2017 8:21:36 GMT -8
Z U K O
Rogue
Zuko looked towards Katara, his orange eyes studying her for a second. She would know more about the territory, considering her land had not been a desolate sandy area covered with small areas of foliage here and there. Her home was much more... water based. She had lived near the ocean, and had been near swamps and everything, so she was definitely more skilled in knowing what could be around here than the creamy white male that stood before her. As she started talking about what could be around here, while still agreeing to what he said about it being disgusting, his attention was steadily kept focused on her, even after she got embarrassed. It was amazing how much she knew. She had learned how to heal other wolves, and she was a master of knowing many things about different areas. Zuko was simply a grumpy, hot-headed young male that got under her skin and jumped headfirst into things before even thinking.
"I don't think it should be," He said, offering a softer tone to his gruff voice. Zuko had matured a lot since they were pups, definitely becoming less of the agitator than usual. But he and Katara still got underneath each other's skin from time to time. She was all he had however, and he didn't want to lose her. So no matter what happened, he'd make it up to her. If they got into a fight, he would wander off, find her something to eat, maybe a flower too if he was feeling like she would rip open his throat in his sleep. She was the only female in his life that had actually stuck around for more than a few days, and he wanted to keep her around. She was his only friend after all.
Bringing his creamy body, now stained from the leg down with mud, to trudge forward, he tried scenting around him, thinking maybe he would catch onto something. All he could smell was the wet earth underneath them, which made things rather difficult. Navigating himself towards a small patch of what was hard and compact earth. He pulled himself up out of the mud, looking towards Katara and offering to help her if she needed it. "Should we head south and see where that takes us?" He asked her, wondering if maybe this swamp would lead them somewhere exciting, or maybe to somewhere they could definitely call home.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2017 11:43:35 GMT -8
“I don’t think it should be.” The young female’s ears pricked as the gruff voice of her companion replied to her earlier comment about finding prey within the swamp, his tone unusually gentle. Katara’s chin tilted up, her nostrils flaring slightly as she inhaled deeply. The rich scent of waterlogged earth was drowned out by the unpleasant stench of stagnant water. In fact, any scent that might have been nearby, save for Zuko’s, seemed to be masked by the odor. The dust-hued wolf blew out a sigh of frustration - perhaps it would be difficult to hunt within this boggy place.
Katara’s eyes surveyed the shaded, marshy area, sweeping her eyes over the sea of tenebrous mud and scattered brush. A cream-colored shape moved at the edge of her line of sight, telling her that Zuko was moving. Casting her bright gaze over to him, she realized that her friend had found a patch of solid earth, and had pulled his mud-coated form onto it. With a smile, Katara began to trudge in his direction, the mire tugging insistently at her legs as if urging her to stay. After a moment, however, her mud-caked forepaws were upon the section of compact ground. Her slick paws dug into the ground as she hauled herself up next to Zuko.
“Should we head south and see where that takes us?” Katara examined her friend, a smile gracing her features. “Sure, maybe we’ll find something new!” she replied happily. They had already journeyed quite a ways for wolves of their age, and now, their adventure would continue. Excitement thrummed in the female’s chest at the idea of seeing yet another new place, with the closest companion she had ever had at her side.
@zuko
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