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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 6:19:11 GMT -8
Rowan had barely slipped besides the brindled pair when the first onslaught assailed light ashen ears, an endless stream of chipper bustling chatter before they'd taken their first step. The dappled-brown ditz had never laid eyes on a boar before. Not all too uncommon, quite unfortunately. Wild boars were notoriously solitary rare sights, even in areas where they were seemingly abundant; callously fickle creatures lacking a permanent herd structure. At least he appeared to acknowledge his own strengths, or more likely, perceived strengths, with the way Wingnut eyed him; her golden-eyed gaze equally half-amused, half-stunned. Finally, a soft amused huff slipped from sabled jaws; the slightest, gentlest shift from her firmly strict facade. A sharp bite to the tongue stifled the hazed, faint hint of a smirk tugging at the ashen-brown corners of his mouth - why, he'd expected her to explode, to slowly tow over every other syllable of her past speech, inserting a pause after every completed word. Instead, she demonstrated a dry patience entirely unlike her, an empty, dull elaboration lacking in lilt or tone, inserting her own plodding, unnecessary pauses for added emphasis. Her plan lay perfectly laid out; well thought, well analyzed, with minimally slight margin for error. Still, her tawny gaze twitched his way, seeking a final approval from what she, despite all protests, viewed as her Alpha. "It's a good plan," he began, heedfully angling his singular gaze to match her own. "Camouflage is an excellent choice, but take care to keep to foliage that fits your pelts. No use in hiding if you automatically stand out. Antagonizing the boar is a humongous risk in itself, but wild boars in general are potentially dangerous prey. Your timing, your pacing, all calculations must be timed down to perfection. No room for mishaps, slip-ups - even minuscule errors can be fatal. Take care when leading back the boar. Make sure the artery is fully severed before you begin luring it; the only thing more dangerous then a healthy boar is a wounded one." He paused to collect his breath. "Above all, remain alert, careful, and clever. I'll be keeping an eye out for you. Best of luck." He dipped his dusky head briefly; a gentle, quiet gesture to show his support and lowered himself on dark oaken haunches. The sorrel pair slipped forward silently, an unspoken agreement between the brindled hunters as their prey's sharp, pungent scents grew stronger. Their hunt had begun. Seamlessly, they sunk to the ground, plotting each pawstep with careful, wary precision. A field of flaxen gold cloaked their hazel-tinted hues; the tall dying plants creating perfect camouflage for both wolves' brindled shades. While he'd watched in analytically quiet awareness, the pair had vanished within a minute, a moment of entering the flaxen-cloaked field; Dusty's golden tans blending in beautifully with the wispy dried stalks. Wingnut's, on the other hand, merged well within decay's oaken deep tones, vanishing from all forms of sight. Once they'd escaped from the final traces of his vision, he began his voyage back to their den sight, ready to help tow the prey back need be. Already, sharp, angered snarls and thrashing squeals met his mottled grey ears, a small, but sure-fire sign of their inevitable success. Briefly, he picked up pace, accelerating from a gentle amble to a traveler's loose-footed lope. The den sites, though somewhat close, were still a sizable distance away for a fleeting pair. Hopefully, if he moved accordingly, he could have time to assume at least a semi-proper position in accordance with their well-built quarry's arrival, assist in dragging their dinner back to the dens. Smoothly, he slowed to a halt as windswept grasses softly gave way to short, clustered bits of brush, patiently lowering pale-grey haunches as he awaited their arrival. Just in time, from the looks of it. Wingnut's plan had gone exceptionally well; a clean, deep cut in their quarry's neck marking an excellently well-done execution. Neither appeared worse for wear either; there was the smallest hint of a nick in Dusty's right hind leg, but that was the brunt of it. If cared for cleanly, infection could be avoided. Still, the hunting pair appeared in need of minimal assistance; their prey's mass easily equal to both wolves' weight combined. Wordlessly, he slipped forward, seizing a slab of loose boar skin between his teeth, harshly tugging their mammoth-sized meal the few remaining feet towards the den site. Upon release, Wingnut briefly wandered off, most likely to go take a moment and catch her breath, while he admired their catch. The boar was colossal, at least two hundred pounds of meat and muscle; enough to easily provide a plentiful meal for the ten wolves in his group. His muscles stiffened, tensed up for one faint, brief moment as he counted, then recounted the wolves in his group. Ten, including the two that joined this morning. That was - why - that was practically a pack, complete with superiors, pups, subordinates. They only lacked official ranks. Carefully, he considered the prospect as the two wolves took their time stretching tired muscles, ambling in a brief attempt to cool them down. He'd always hated the idea of assuming the role of 'Alpha.' It just seemed so ignorant, so pretentiously self-conceited to self-appoint a role over wolves that'd simply banded together for survival. While they were five, or six even, that'd been a perfectly reasonable plan, but managing wolves required a stricter, rigid structure. Nothing like a pack's suffocating, pretentious social hierarchy, but rather, clearly defined roles dividing up day-to-day tasks. What with a winter steadily approaching, banding together was critical. "Successful hunt with a minor injury. Nothing that shouldn't heal up on it's own." Wingnut reported, settling her sorrel haunches down beside him. He dipped his dark head briefly in approval, carefully angling his ashen gaze towards her once more. Wingnut was clever, analytical, calculative; if any would have a sizable amount of input on his ideas, it'd be her. "Excellent work on your hunt," he began, a small, pleased smile lightly tugging the corners of his mouth. "Both of you. I'm well pleased Wingnut - you too Dusty - terrific planning and perfect execution on both halves. I'll admit it; you surprised me," he laughed softly, gently shifting his gaze towards the tawny brown male. "Well done." "Wingnut, Dusty," he pressed on, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "I've been considering this for a while now, but I would appreciate your input before I pitched it to the others. We currently have ten wolves in our band, practically a pack in itself. Autumn's barely arrived, and winter's just around the corner. While I'm not too keen on taking on a full blown pack hierarchy, I do think day-to-day roles should be established. A wolf in charge of hunting, a wolf in charge of scouting, a nanny for the children, and perhaps a salutatory or second-in-command if available. I'm thinking they should be distributed after we've already eaten, but what do you think? Any particular advice, or thoughts on who should get what? If you have any particularly specific preferences for your own position, feel perfectly free to speak." He paused a moment, lightly nudged the boar's thick, broad flanks. "I'll set aside a portion for the pups, but take a bite. No point in having a hunter starve." Tagged: @chipara, @dusty, @joy, @lavender, @mint, @rain, Guardian Raisa, @twizzle, @wingnut Word Count: 1225 |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 22:12:44 GMT -8
With every dry wind that whipped through the Brush Lands, Niqo had to brace his small, young body so that he didn't blow away. He had lost even more weight after leaving the last group of three rogues, and was skinnier than ever. His last good meal had been the one the kind she-wolf had given him. The only things that the pup could catch were the slowest of mice and injured animals, and he could sometimes prey off the leftovers of other wolves or animals, though he had to be careful not to get caught. He was not in his best state, but at least he was clean and didn't seem to always have mud clinging to and weighing down his belly and paws, like he did before. Of course, in these lands, mud was easily avoidable.
With a small sigh, he looked around. The land was plentiful enough with game of all kinds, but Niqo knew that this land provided easy coverage and hiding for them, making it all the harder on him. However, his ever optimistic and bouncy personality did not let him lose hope. His clever little mind would think of something.
Well, he'd better think of it fast, as his stomach rumbles probably loud enough to scare away any prey nearby, telling him to get on with it. The eccentric little pup lifts his brown head, scanning his surroundings while listening and smelling for anything that could be easy for a young, unskilled pup to catch. A scent of a sizeable population of field mice all clumped into one area caught his attention. Surely with such a dense amount of mice in one little area, if all of them ran, he'd be able to catch at least one, right? With a bounce in his step, but a 'quiet so as not to scare anything off' kind of bounce, he sets off in the direction of the scent, putting his lack of skill out of mind and thinking instead of how good his next meal would taste. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 23:08:24 GMT -8
Paws thundered on the hard earth below the sprinting male wolf. Dusty was in a state of pure thrill, adrenaline pumping through his body. The adrenaline continued to fuel his limbs, removing the burn and replacing it with a light feeling that made Dusty feel like he was flying. The rushing hormone filled his lungs and powered him on to continue racing as long as needed for Wingnut to start doing damage. His eyes were held straight ahead, but repetitively glanced at the ground, making sure that nothing would trip him up and cause him some major damage. Falling at a speed this great could result in a crippling injury and not only that, he would also be unable to recover quick enough to avoid becoming boar chow. The fresh air buffeted his lightly colored face and his tongue flapped in the wake as he raced. His optics picked up a small obstruction in his path. It was a tiny, dried sapling that lay in the road. The stamina empowered wolf had no hindrance when over coming the obstacle, his speed was so great that a single, widely made stride had him over the sapling with graceful ease. His pursuer however, tore the sapling from the ground in a blind rage. The obstruction hadn't slowed the beast even the slightest. Regardless of the sapling doing nothing to the monster, Wingnut was beginning to damage the smelly creature. Dusty was unable to witness the attacks, but the squealing signaled that his partner was doing her part and doing it well. His orange dipped ears picked up the hoof stomps as they began to grow fainter. To avoid getting too far ahead and causing the boar to lose interest in his tan hide, he slowed his pace to match the boar's. A sprint faded to a powerful gallop, and then to a quick canter as the boar's stride grew weaker and weaker with every lash of Wingnut's fangs. Pretty soon, the beast stopped all together as the dark colored female began to wrestle with the large hog. Dusty came to an abrupt halt. His body still felt like a feather and he was fired up for more action. His snout wrinkled and his muscles braced as he readied himself to leap into the fray. His female partner was already beginning to assault the animal in the neck area. The beige male had a few options when it came to bringing this animal down with only a second to process the decision. He could help with the neck, but there were already a set of perfectly capable knives already put to work in that area and he would only get in the way. He could go for the front legs, to help bring the animal to its side, but that would be disastrous, for the beast would slice him in two. His final last moment conclusion would be to go for the second hind leg, rendering the hind area useless and creating less of a problem area for his partner to deal with. Lunging forth, he latched his own line of razor-edged blades into the knee of the still functioning hind leg. His head lashed to the left and right, hoping to unbalance the boar and stabilize it so that Wingnut would have a slightly simpler task of killing the resilient animal. From where his head was positioned, he could see the mocha-colored she wolf leave the side of the animal. He took this sign as to also back away before he got flung by the massive animal. Releasing, he leaped back as well. The sight wasn't for soft stomached viewers. The swine's neck area was soddened with its own life giving fluids with flowing scarlet pulsating from its open wound. Roles had switched as Wingnut became the new distraction. She began to lead the dieing creature towards home base. As it started to move, Dusty trotted along with it, nipping at the hind area to keep it from ceasing. It did however, collapse once the red solution ceased its flow and died what Dusty could only assume was an excruciating death. The positive wolf didn't let this idea weigh him down however, because with its death, would birth life for himself and his rogue mates. His constantly gleaming yellow eyes looked over the beast as his quick breathing eased to a calm intake of oxygen and outtake of carbon dioxide. Wingnut's comment almost felt like a bear swung its rock solid paw into his gut. Not in a bad way of course, it was just that, Wingnut had never in his time of being in their group, praised him for anything. His heart felt like fluttering and he almost wanted to ask her to repeat herself. But guessed that she would ultimately kill him and feed him to the crows if he pushed her buttons. Instead, he offered a quivering "Thank-You!" filled to the brim with enthusiasm. followed by what she had said with getting a grasp on the base of the boar's tail. Which Dusty realized was neighbors with the anus. He emitted a noiseless groan as he realized that he would have to endure the wretched stench at the worst possible end of the corpse all the way home. The weight of the hog was enlightened with Wingnut's help and the third and sudden assistance of Rowan's solid musculature. Upon arrival to camp, the trio released their burden within the camp. The fair colored male stretched out his neck, it was very sore from the haul back to home. He shook his fur out in an attempt to relieve some of the stress but it was to no avail. His scratch kindly endowed by the porcine was beginning to sting quite a bit. He curled around his side to lick the small wound a few times to remove any debris that may have found its way into his small cut. His head raised once again to almost collide with the earthen colored female's. He half expected her to harp at him for not helping her more in the planning or executing of the hunt. Surprisingly, instead, she offered him a plant, with the signature monotonous tone of hers in her instructions of how to use the plant. If his eyes could shine any brighter, he would have blinded any wolf in the vicinity. "Wow, this is the nicest you have ever been to me.......EVER! Th-thank-you so much for the offer!" Granted, he didn't need the pain reliever, but it was the kindest gesture the brown female had ever shown him. In his excitement, he accidentally shattered the pod and sent the seeds scattering. Luckily for him, she had already walked away and had began conversing with Rowan. He sighed with relief and pranced over to join the two wolves. He sat next to Wingnut and Rowan, creating a sort of triangle so that he could look at the faces of both of them and read their emotions clearer. The words from Rowan's muzzle were words of praise that were directed to both hunting partners. The amount of praise the already enthusiastic male was receiving was enough to propel him into the air and to explode like a firework into several different emotions including joy, enthusiasm, gratefulness, triumph and glee. He was slightly unaware of the cloud of dust he was creating with the swishing and thudding of his tail. The next words pronounced by Rowan were a few statements followed by a question that itched at the exuberant male's brain. He did know quite a few of the wolves here but not exactly enough to place them into a position where they would best coexist with their attributes while also staying happy with their day to day tasks. It was definitely a question that Dusty would have to ponder on before he could give a definite answer. He could however, answer for himself. "I particularly am not above doing any lowly task or Omega work. I am very happy with making sure the camp stays tidy, whether that involves removing corpse remains to keep predators away, exchanging old bedding to help aid everyone in having a deeper, more satisfying rest. I do love pups and being a sort of, nanny, if you will, doesn't bother me any at all. I am also a very swift and long distance runner. I could be a potential scout, or hunter." Dusty closed his mouth to process exactly what he was saying. Basically, all in all, he was stating that he would be a very balanced member to the rogue group. Helping in whatever way he possibly could. "Rowan, I personally believe that I could do anything you ask of me. I guess is what I should have started off with." Of course, he had to ramble before realizing that he, like Wingnut, could answer questions in just a sentence or two.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2017 0:37:36 GMT -8
"Excellent work on your hunt," Rowan's colloquialism was odd. She had been in his pack for longer than most, by now he should know that such pleasantries had little no no effect on her. The almost robotic she-wolf didn't feel the slight hum of her body after receiving a compliment, only the silent numbness that she felt almost constantly. "Both of you," the explanation of his useless words come swiftly. No doubt, the enthusiastic male that placed himself near her experienced a large surge of endorphins. He had already gotten two from her seeming niceties previously. Looking back, such words were a mistake, and would not be repeated. They returned the serious, working Dusty that she could tolerate back into the flamboyant male that tested her patience with every rambled paragraph. "I'm well pleased Wingnut - you too Dusty - terrific planning and perfect execution on both halves. I'll admit it; you surprised me. Well done." Her cream hued leader commented. The cinnamon she-wolf blinked at him. Of course it was perfect planning; she had come up with it. Anything other than a perfect hunt would have been insulting to herself and her mind, then again, she couldn't really feel the typical burn of an insult. It would simply lower others' expectations and standards for her, which was something that the work-requiring she-wolf upheld. "Wingnut, Dusty. I've been considering this for a while now, but I would appreciate your input before I pitched it to the others. We currently have ten wolves in our band, practically a pack in itself. Autumn's barely arrived, and winter's just around the corner. While I'm not too keen on taking on a full blown pack hierarchy, I do think day-to-day roles should be established. A wolf in charge of hunting, a wolf in charge of scouting, a nanny for the children, and perhaps a salutary or second-in-command if available. I'm thinking they should be distributed after we've already eaten, but what do you think? Any particular advice, or thoughts on who should get what? If you have any particularly specific preferences for your own position, feel perfectly free to speak," Rowan's next words were something that she simultaneously had been expecting for the past few months, but hadn't expected him to bring up for a while. He didn't seem comfortable being formally known the leader, showed best by her inability to call him 'Alpha,' when she addressed him. It was a request that actually sent the tawny she-wolf into a minor state of shock. Inked ears flicked back as her mind reeled. Though Rowan wouldn't allow her to call him his rightful title, he was still the leader of the group. Any decisions about ranks should lie squarely on his shoulders. Never in her life had she seen another Alpha request assistance from subordinates in the vital decisions involving ranks. She had never heard of it in her travels either. His request for her and Dusty to partially assign ranks to the other wolves in the group was causing her mental distress. Her tail lashed behind her and her head flung from left to right once, as if trying to clear a cloud of... it couldn't exactly be confusion, could it? It seemed completely illogical for Wingnut, and Dusty especially to try to place wolves into ranks under his command. He was in charge, he needed to decide what he wanted each wolf in his pack to do. That was the job of an Alpha. At last, it seemed that the haze of an unnameable hell slowly dissipated. Rowan was asking for an almost temporary role set. They weren't to be as concrete as they would have been in the stubborn male accepted that indeed, he was an Alpha of a pack, but they would hold. The sorrel she-wolf's mind worked on concrete evidence and roles, as well as carrying through a plan fully. The fact that the monoptical male was only creating the facade of a pack would serve as a splinter in the back of her mind until it was fully resolved. With her amber gaze returned back to it's comfortable empty, she turned it back to Rowan. She would assist him, but it defied all logic in her mind. "I particularly am not above doing any lowly task or Omega work. I am very happy with making sure the camp stays tidy, whether that involves removing corpse remains to keep predators away, exchanging old bedding to help aid everyone in having a deeper, more satisfying rest. I do love pups and being a sort of, nanny, if you will, doesn't bother me any at all. I am also a very swift and long distance runner. I could be a potential scout, or hunter. Rowan, I personally believe that I could do anything you ask of me. I guess is what I should have started off with," yet another ramble spewed from Dusty's mouth. The endorphin rush she had provided him with twice before had clearly altered his mental state, but at least he seemed to come to his senses near the end of his speech. If he could only learn to use his brain before his mouth leaped into action, the world would be a much more logical place. Wingnut was evidently next in line to speak up, but had to consider what she was going to say. The pups were obviously to stay as pups, but who could be their guardian? Placing Dusty, the practical child, with the ever growing band of children would be logical. As for the leader of hunting or scouting, both herself and Rain would suit those roles well. Rain had already shown that she was proficient at scouting, as she was currently leading the party around their claimed territory. The chocolate she-wolf had also demonstrated her skills obviously, as there was a two hundred pound boar lying dead next to them. Lavender was the obvious choice for Salutary, she at least had mentioned a basic knowledge for herbs. As for the position of second in command, a deeply ingrained primal instinct made her want to claim the position for herself. To stand next to an Alpha as a near equal was something that every wolf she had met yearned for. "You requested opinions, and you shall receive mine. Dusty would make a logical choice for the wolf to look over the pups. He is playful and childish, as they are. He would keep them entertained. As for the lead of scouting, Rain has showed an affinity for the role, but you need to consult her on her opinions of herself in said role. As a Salutary, Lavender would be the only obvious choice due to her mention of minor herbal knowledge. I, myself, could do well in the position of lead hunter, due to the demonstration before you. However, I am not going to lie. I have an instinctual urge to desire the position of second in command, and possibly a slight urge that is not purely instinctual that I can not explain." Wingnut's tone unnaturally wavered at the end of her speech. It wasn't to any wolf that she disclosed her conflict with her mind. Rowan was an exception, and Dusty was a mere innocent casualty of her speech. She didn't bother stating her case for second in command. Rowan had known her for many months, and logically, he should be able to make his own decision about the wolf he would like to work beside him. She wasn't about to butter him up - not that she knew how to anyway. Alpha Rowan @dusty @rain @twizzle @chipara @joy @mint @lavender Guardian Raisa Words: 1265
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2017 22:44:37 GMT -8
Rain comes back into their make shift camp for a while before pausing seeing the fresh kill. She flicks her tail in joy that they were successful for their first hunt together, that group anyways, before looking at everyone to see how they all fair from the hunt. Just a glance over to make sure no one was hurt badly, they didn't need that right now. As her eyes flick over everyone she cant see any gouge marks, or blood over the tusks of the boar so she relaxes some before looking at the others behind her. "It seems the hunting party came back successful. Get something to eat, though ask Rowan first." Rain makes her way towards him and Wingnut now. "All set on our borders." She glances at the boar again before at them. "Seems like you had some success as well. Congratulations on a good hunt. How did it work out?" Really shes asking how the new wolf worked with everyone else and how they worked as a team in general. She hopes no one went on their one and did their own thing, which she doubts happened seeing as no one was gored, but still, someone could have and just have gotten lucky to not be hurt. tags- Alpha Rowan @dusty @wingnut @twizzle @chipara @joy @mint @lavender Guardian Raisa ooc- short yes, but my brain is a bit fuzzy from the wedding open bar xD |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2017 7:15:00 GMT -8
Wingnut's overly well-versed partner's tail whipped up course thick clouds of dust in a typically animated show of exuberance; delighted, no doubt, with his presented prospects. Ebony tipped ears flicked back in a hazily blurred hint of disapproval; the slightest, faintest show of personal opposition slipping onto sable features. While she did have a point - a wolf that wished to present themselves as leader should be solely responsible for rank distribution - that wasn't at all how he cared to conduct his eternally growing rogue group. No wolf could possibly comprehend their capabilities better than the wolf themselves. Besides, he'd rather have a wolf pick a position where they knew they could flourish well than be trapped in positions where they'd only perform mediocre at their absolute best. Now, each could have some tiny say in where they'd work best, rather than having a rank forcibly impressed upon an unwilling subject. Either way, it took a slight edge off possibly assuming the Alpha's typical roles, made assuming it a little bit less like dictatorship. No toxic social titles, no harshly unrelenting hierarchy; simply him and his band of ten, as they'd always been, wholly equal in every sense of the term. "I particularly am not above doing any lowly task or Omega work," Dusty began, the browned tips of his tail gently tapping softly tanned earth. "I am very happy with making sure the camp stays tidy, whether that involves removing corpse remains to keep predators away, exchanging old bedding to help aid everyone in having a deeper, more satisfying rest." A soft, amiable huff of air puffed from puce nostrils, a quiet amusement with the wolf's sweetness. What marvelously wonderful miracle had he encountered to make him so happy? "I do love pups and being a sort of, nanny, if you will, doesn't bother me any at all. I am also a very swift and long distance runner. I could be a potential scout, or hunter." A nanny? It'd be a beautiful choice; an eternally amiable male charged with an equally playful young pair. Although he'd attended to their two young children to the best of his own ability, he couldn't help but feel as though they'd been neglected in terms of a familial aspect. Having an equally rambunctiously playful role model would provide them previously deprived attentions, and Dusty's pleasant demeanor and chatty, friendly chipperness would be a beautiful exchange from the colder, more calculative adult members of his party. An innocuous, absurd idea wove its way into his imagination as he eyed the eager male, an impossibly absurd occurrence should he become a guardian, but feasible, by all means. Mint, their marvelously oddity, might learn to communicate with Dusty's wonderfully rambling speeches - either that, or lose whatever grips he'd gotten on the language entirely. At the very least, it seemed worth a small attempt. "You requested opinions, and you shall receive mine," Wingnut pressed on, as rationally analytical as ever. "Dusty would make a logical choice for the wolf to look over the pups. He is playful and childish, as they are. He would keep them entertained." It seemed quite settled than; all left to desire was Dusty's approval himself. "As for the lead of scouting, Rain has showed an affinity for the role, but you need to consult her on her opinions of herself in said role. As a Salutary, Lavender would be the only obvious choice due to her mention of minor herbal knowledge." He dipped his dusky head in approval; he'd well considering granting the grey she-wolf a leadership position among them far previously. Scouting appeared to be the best option, given her personal history in hunting, and her already demonstrate knowledge of the lay of the land. He'd consult her when she returned. "I, myself, could do well in the position of lead hunter, due to the demonstration before you. However, I am not going to lie," She uncharacteristically pressed on, peaking interest. "I have an instinctual urge to desire the position of second in command, and possibly a slight urge that is not purely instinctual I cannot explain." The 'beta' was a position he'd personally settled on the barest, farthest brinks of his mind, hardly considering his use for it. However, Wingnut had already proven more than qualified, always carefully, analytically logical in every day-to-day task, no matter how meaningless at first glance. She would do well managing wolves, making sure they always stayed on task considering her calculative, business-like outlook. Besides, her broadly infinite recesses of knowledge could be honed to each wolf's advantage, perfect for more technical, mechanical aspects. "Dusty," he began, drawing his dusky head upwards. "I'd like to believe our pups are well-cared for, but I believe they've been in need of a semi-permanent sort of parental figure. Nurturing, gentle-natured, a friendly adult they can somewhat connect with. If you're willing to work, I personally believe you'd be the best wolf for the job - you're well-tempered, good natured - perfectly beneficial for both parties. You would be able to remain at the den site, teach them to conduct basic, day-to-day chores like tidying dens, fetching bedding. If you'd like, you could also begin more beneficial lessons; teaching them to stalk their prey, maybe pounce on mice." He paused, took a moment and formulated his thoughts. "There's one that I'd like you to pay a special attention to, although both are in need. Our mute coy-pup, Mint, arrived roughly at the same time as you, but can barely communicate. It may be a bit of a stretch, but he has shown himself capable of speaking, just with few words. I'd like you to attempt to possibly teach him to speak, expand that empty word bank. However, don't forget of the other, Joy. She wants a parent. She needs a parent. If you could substitute her some extra kindness, a little added, increased amount of attention, I'm sure it'd work her wonders." "Wingnut, you've shown yourself to be an excellently analytical thinker," he begin, shifting his attention towards the tawny-brown she-wolf. The words simply were reality, nothing intended to appear tender, affectionate for the firmly, solely business she-wolf. "Second-in-command; I'll admit I hadn't put a fair amount of thought into the position, but you'd be a definite candidate. You think reasonably, logically, realistically above all else. I can't ever recall a time when I witnessed your emotions somehow get the better of you. Balance is essential in order to keep any working unit running smoothly - reason with empathy, realism with hope - and I believe you can provide a perfect balance for the former. So, Wingnut, if you're willing," he pressed on, granting a grey tail reign to sway as it pleased. "It'd be an honor to have you work at my side." As they were speaking, Rain had reemerged with her scouting party, fully intact, from the looks of it. "All set on our borders," she began, a browned gaze flicking towards their first rather freshly-killed boar. "Seems like you had some success as well. Congratulations on a good hunt. How did it work out?" Rowan dipped his dusky hues briefly in greeting, fixating his grey singular gaze on the scouting leader. "Wingnut and Dusty worked miracles, as always, but I wouldn't have expected anything less from the pair. We haven't yet heard from Chipara and Twizzle, but I believe they'll be able to work well together. No major injuries, as far as we can see, aside from a slight nick on Dusty's behalf." He finished, offering the she-wolf a small, welcoming smile. "And what of you and your wolves? I trust the pups are currently well. How did our two new recruits work - Raisa and Lavender, correct?" The matter of ranks could be discussed between them after they'd all eaten. "Take a bite, Rain. Afterwards, we've all important matters to discuss." Final Word Count: 1310 Tagged: @chipara , @dusty , @joy , @lavender , @mint , @rain , Guardian Raisa , @twizzle , @wingnut |
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Post by Scout Hye-Su on Oct 23, 2017 15:42:54 GMT -8
Hye-Su had been travelling for only a few weeks now since she left her home. Could she even call that place home? They had all ended up hating her, which didn't hurt her as much as she thought it would. The pain of separation from her family came the pit of her stomach, not her heart. Without them, she had to hunt on her own, and only small game. Her chances of survival were growing less with the ticking of time. She would need to find a group or pack soon, if she wanted to remain healthy. Flicking her tail, she let out a small sigh. She refused to let herself feel doubt or fear, she would get through this. One way or another. Plum eyes rose from the ground to look around her. She was in an unfamiliar part of the area, as every area was unfamiliar. Nothing new popped out from her but as the wind changed, so did the incoming scents. She could smell wolves, and blood. Her mouth salivated at the thought of fresh meat. She hadn't eaten in a day and the last meal was a small rabbit. Not much for a growing wolf, even if she wouldn't grow any larger. Flicking her ears she approached the area where the scents were strongest. The area was freshly marked, meaning she was entering territory. This could be dangerous if she did not play her cards right. Letting her head raise to the air, she would let out a graceful howl before lowering her head and moving forward. While the howl was sung well, the intonation could be associated with a young wolf. She did not want to intrude without signaling she was here and hoped she would not be attacked for moving through their territory without being greeted. Stepping into the clearing, she stopped. She noticed several things right away, but the first and most important thing, there were pups. This meant the adults, which were numerous, would be more protective and alert. Her body remained still, head lowering and tail remaining at the ground. The next thing she noticed was the boar at their feet, her eyes locked on that for a good moment before tearing her hungry gaze away. Next thing, was the wolf that seemed to hold a command even though he looked to have risen from hell. His body was battered and from this distance, he seemed to have only one eye. Plum eyes stayed on his figure, but would move to any of the others if they moved towards her. Flicking her tail, she would wait for a sign to speak or to move. Once given one, she would take a few steps forward, raising her head with some pride but to also let her voice carry to the group. " I wish to join your group and be trained by you," she said bluntly, getting right to the point of her appearance. Her tone was young, and her words were clipped with an accent, English rolling off her tongue like the words her crisp and sharp. The you was directed to the battered cyclops. " Dang, Hye-Su, is my name," she gave a small informal introduction, a swift dip of her head. While externally her face was calm, relaxed, confident but polite, her posture relaxed and submissive, and her eyes hold a blaze of determination. However, internally her heart was pounding with fear. At any moment she could be attacked or chased away. She had, for the sake of getting to the point, thrown away her knowledge of proper etiquette when dealing with a pack. For all her knowledge this was a pack, and she was considered trespassing. But she was desperate for a place to live, and even more desperate to find a mentor to teach her. Hye-Su, while well versed in two languages, strategy in hunting and war, and knowledge of politics, she severely lacked experience in hunting and fighting. Two areas she had fought to be taught by her father, but was refused on the basis that she was too small and female. This left her severely weakened when chased by her pack. The unhealed wound above her eye a fresh reminder. Flicking her tail, she had made her mind to be taught by the battered male. Even if he appeared to be crippled, he still commanded those around him and they appeared to respect him. Which meant he was a wolf to respected. A wolf that could teach her a lot about life and the skills that she needed to survive. #772 |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2017 23:21:53 GMT -8
The orange gaze that pierced behind her inky mask scanned Rowan's face after her speech. She was searching for emotional cues, for any sign of a near reaction to his expression of inner conflict. The male seemed to be making no effort to point out her mistake, so her gaze flicked elsewhere. She could trust the male enough not to highlight the irregularity of her confession. She would have to, especially considering that she had made in inquiry into becoming his second in command. That role required trust between both the Alpha and Beta. Without that, this facade that Rowan had proposed would fall apart quickly, likely ending in a split band of lone rogues. "Dusty, I'd like to believe our pups are well-cared for, but I believe they've been in need of a semi-permanent sort of parental figure. Nurturing, gentle-natured, a friendly adult they can somewhat connect with. If you're willing to work, I personally believe you'd be the best wolf for the job - you're well-tempered, good natured - perfectly beneficial for both parties. You would be able to remain at the den site, teach them to conduct basic, day-to-day chores like tidying dens, fetching bedding. If you'd like, you could also begin more beneficial lessons; teaching them to stalk their prey, maybe pounce on mice. There's one that I'd like you to pay a special attention to, although both are in need. Our mute coy-pup, Mint, arrived roughly at the same time as you, but can barely communicate. It may be a bit of a stretch, but he has shown himself capable of speaking, just with few words. I'd like you to attempt to possibly teach him to speak, expand that empty word bank. However, don't forget of the other, Joy. She wants a parent. She needs a parent. If you could substitute her some extra kindness, a little added, increased amount of attention, I'm sure it'd work her wonders," Rowan's monologue was near perfect in her mind. Though the thought hadn't been at the front of her mind, Wingnut could agree with every word Rowan directed towards the exuberant male. No doubt he would be euphoric at getting his role. Why the male could be so excited to spend the majority of his time around two illogical bundles of nonsense, she couldn't tell. "Wingnut, you've shown yourself to be an excellently analytical thinker," Rowan began, drawing her haunting gaze back towards his previously battered frame. It was not a trait that was hard to notice; it was practically all that the she-wolf could be described as. "Second-in-command; I'll admit I hadn't put a fair amount of thought into the position, but you'd be a definite candidate," his statement made her blink slowly at him. He hadn't put much thought into who he would choose as a second in command? That was simply illogical in her mind. If she were in a position of authority, as Rowan was, she would consciously be watching those around her to see if they would make a good Beta, or at least a good enough wolf to stand near her if she had made a pack facade. Though she wouldn't. She would establish an actual pack. The sheer fact that Rowan hadn't considered it still was a splinter in the back of her mind. "You think reasonably, logically, realistically above all else. I can't ever recall a time when I witnessed your emotions somehow get the better of you," Rowans words made her bite her tongue. There had been many, increasingly so after she had entered these lands. In the Valley, she had broken down. When she encountered her brother she smiled and felt... happy. The world felt like tar on her mind. Eleven had wanted her to teach her to be stronger, and anger had pulsed through her body. Just now, a flicker of confusion had scorched her brain. The fact that Rowan hadn't noticed was both like a compliment and an insult. However, she was most often the logical she-wolf. Emotions were extremely foreign to her, but she was still able to function even when they snuck into her brain. "Balance is essential in order to keep any working unit running smoothly - reason with empathy, realism with hope - and I believe you can provide a perfect balance for the former. So, Wingnut, if you're willing, it'd be an honor to have you work at my side."His acceptance of her proposal would have sent most other wolves into a state of shocked joy. Wingnut was not most other wolves. There was no warm fuzziness in her chest. There was no tingle at the nerve endings in her extremities. There was only the acceptance of a logical path of action. It was satisfying, but it didn't make her feel anything other than a sense of correctness. Even so, Rowan still felt emotions, and likely wanted justification of his actions. Mustering up her least used facial muscles, Wingnut gave Rowan and unnatural toothy smile. It only lasted a few seconds. Her face was getting tired from following through with the useless gesture. "Thank you, Rowan. It is an honor to be your Beta, her monotonous voice lead her back into her emotionless streak, showing that her awkward, empty smile meant nothing. She dipped her head towards the scarred male, acknowledging her rank change as Rain strode up. "All set on our borders. Seems like you had some success as well. Congratulations on a good hunt. How did it work out?" her question sparked a slow blink from Wingnut. Had Rain suddenly gain some sort of vision impairment while strengthening the borders? The outcome of the hunt was obvious; a two hundred pound boar lay dead a mere few feet away. Dusty and herself were obviously not injured nearly as badly as she and Rowan had been when they had encountered the buck previously. Such small talk was out of the question for Wingnut. The reasoning behind it was unclear and seemed to only waste time. "Wingnut and Dusty worked miracles, as always, but I wouldn't have expected anything less from the pair. We haven't yet heard from Chipara and Twizzle, but I believe they'll be able to work well together. No major injuries, as far as we can see, aside from a slight nick on Dusty's behalf. And what of you and your wolves? I trust the pups are currently well. How did our two new recruits work - Raisa and Lavender, correct? Take a bite, Rain. Afterwards, we've all important matters to discuss," her gaze shifted back to Rowan. So that was how one responded to obvious questions. Perhaps Rain had spent too much time with the pups. Their incessant curiosity about the most obvious of things seemed to be contagious. It was as Wingnut moved towards the large carcass of the boar as instructed by Rowan earlier, a melodious howl rang through the skies. Her open jaws fell short of the carcass, snapping shut in response to the rogue's call. Not that the band weren't rogues either, Rowan had been sure to keep it that way, but they had claimed territory. Whomever the obviously young she-wolf was, the respect that she had for the 10 strong group was to noted. Her ears had been the first to face the sound, and as she turned to face it, they stayed in the same place. Hollow amber eyes watched as a minuscule, ebony she-wolf approached the group. As the newly assigned second in command, Wingnut took it upon herself to move away from the carcass, taking a few steps closer to both the she-wolf and Rowan. It was clear that she was waiting for some sort of signal to begin her explanation, so Wingnut provided her with a subtle flick of her head. The faster introductions and decisions went, the quicker she could get back to both eating and hearing what Rowan wanted to discuss with Rain. "I wish to join your group and be trained by you," her youthful voice delivered the least congested piece of information she had heard all day. She could respect the she-wolf for delivering her reasoning quickly and effectively. This stranger reminded the chocolate she-wolf of both Chipara and herself. Then again, she could also only be putting up a straight line front to get into the rogue group. She might truly be as bad as Dusty once she didn't feel the need to be so prim and proper. "Dang, Hye-Su, is my name," the newly announced Hye-Su spoke, using a word she had never heard before. Instead of mulling over the word, she brushed it off as a colloquialism from wherever she she-wolf had come from. The accent leaking into her words did not to unnoticed by the analytical she-wolf. She likely wouldn't question it later, but if a wolf such as Rain asked, she would have no qualms listening in. Wingnut watched her submissive frame, looking for any sign of a facade, any sign that the juvenile she-wolf could have assumed that Rowan was somehow weakened by his former injuries and wanted to attack. The only hint of emotion that she saw from the she-wolf was determination and possible fear. She also noticed that there was a small abrasion above Hye-Su's eye. Though the source of the injury was unknown, if it was from another wolf or had gotten dirt in it, it could likely get infected. As Lavender hadn't returned in the nearest time frame, an infection would be detrimental. Her analytical gaze had no shame as it scanned her frame and not just her speech. It was young, possibly a year old. Her stature was short, but there was still obvious room to grow. Not much room because of her age, but there could be. Her build lead Wingnut to the conclusion that Hye-Su would be a sprinter if Rowan decided to accept her into the pack. She would be much more suited to running after any prey or enemies that they may encounter rather than fighting them. It seemed that many of the wolves in the group were of a lighter build. Of the three males, Rowan was obviously the one with the most power, both authoritatively and physically. Then came Twizzle, and lastly Chipara, who was another more agile wolf. Of course Mint didn't count, as he was only a pup. However, almost all of the females had a lower muscle mass and a larger printing capacity. Rain, Raisa, Lavender, and upcoming Joy were all more agile. She considered herself to have the most muscle mass, though she had trained herself for more stamina and speed than brawn. She needed to talk to Rowan about training up muscle mass in the group. Taking down prey and fending off any predators or enemies would become much easier if the group had more muscle. Her amber stare finally left Hye-Su, looking towards Rowan for guidance. Though she had recently been declared his second in command, she knew not to over step her boundaries. After the disastrous hunt, when Rain had invited Snow Rose to stay, Rowan had snapped at her, declaring something along the lines of that though he was injured, he could make his own decisions, lead his group the way he wanted to. Even after that he didn't accept the true title of Alpha. The male was stubborn. Modest, but stubborn. With that in mind, Wingnut simply remained standing near the male. He wasn't injured anymore, simply scarred. If he wanted to make his own decisions even while in critical condition, she could safely think that it was only logical to not interfere when he was fully capable of doing everything for himself. Her gaze rotated back and forth between the two wolves on current interest. It stayed on Rowan for slightly longer, looking for any kind of cue that he could send her, but when it rotated towards the silky rogue, it scanned for aggression and falsity. Any hint of those signs and her facade of aggression would go up. Wingnut was not a wolf to mess around. She was fiercely loyal to Rowan and the rest of the group. If one rogue thought that she could chage that, then she would be truly mistaken. Alpha Rowan @rain Scout Hye-Su @twizzle @chipara @joy @mint @lavender Guardian Raisa @dusty Words: 2044 |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2017 20:34:32 GMT -8
"Dusty, I'd like to believe our pups are well-cared for, but I believe they've been in need of a semi-permanent sort of parental figure." Never before had Dusty ever had pups of his own, he had had a single mate whom he loved so dearly. Tragically, she had been murdered by a relentlessly, maleficent wolf before either of them could even ponder on the idea of pups. He had always wanted to be a father, pups were a treasure to have around, even if they weren't your own offspring. Pups brought the idea of future success to a pack. They were a source of joy when one felt down. He wished that he had only had enough time with his mate to have produced mini copies of himself and her. "Nurturing, gentle-natured, a friendly adult they can somewhat connect with. If you're willing to work, I personally believe you'd be the best wolf for the job - you're well-tempered, good natured - perfectly beneficial for both parties. You would be able to remain at the den site, teach them to conduct basic, day-to-day chores like tidying dens, fetching bedding. If you'd like, you could also begin more beneficial lessons; teaching them to stalk their prey, maybe pounce on mice. There's one that I'd like you to pay a special attention to, although both are in need. Our mute coy-pup, Mint, arrived roughly at the same time as you, but can barely communicate. It may be a bit of a stretch, but he has shown himself capable of speaking, just with few words. I'd like you to attempt to possibly teach him to speak, expand that empty word bank. However, don't forget of the other, Joy. She wants a parent. She needs a parent. If you could substitute her some extra kindness, a little added, increased amount of attention, I'm sure it'd work her wonders," The rest of Rowan's speech made the pupless male's heart flutter. He would be honored--no, far greater than honored to teach the current pups in the pack to not only be properly mannered adults, but to also become prized members of the rogue group. He would do his best to figure out how to get Mint to speak properly so that he could communicate with the rest of the group with certainty that they could fully understand him without taking an educated guess as to what he was getting at. Joy on the other hand, would not only have a best friend among the group, but also the coolest father figure she could have possibly had. The exuberant male made a mental promise to himself to do his very best to be the father that neither Mint nor Joy had ever had. "Words can not explain how grateful I am that you bestowed upon me the most treasured role that could ever possibly be given! I am truly honored to watch the pups!" If words couldn't explain his animation, his body language had provided a novel on how he felt. His body trembled with anticipation, his tail lashed with exuberance and his eyes glimmered with unmeasurable gratitude. Rowans next speech was directed towards Wingnut and when the sentences had ended, Dusty couldn't exactly tell if the dark female was smiling, or beginning to snarl. Her set of words gave him the answer he was hoping for. He was beginning to wonder if she was feeling any sort of emotion. He had to believe that deep down she was feeling some sort of tingling excitement, right? Regardless, he would feel excited for her. His tail swaying and his ears laid against his skull, he leaned over and nudged Wingnut's shoulder with his nose in a friendly and congratulating manor. "I am so happy for you, Wingnut! That is incredible! I know for a fact that you will make a fantastic Beta!" The tan male knew that there were no official ranks in this group, but the word 'Beta' felt so, right. And calling Rowan an alpha would feel natural. He has basically been nothing else but a regal leader. Dusty couldn't hold back a whimper of solid delight. Was it only him? Or was this day truly something to be pleased about? Not much longer after the conversation the three had had, Rain appeared back into camp. The sandy male's heart began to pump, he knew that since Rain had returned, the rest of the patrolling wolves shouldn't be too far behind. He couldn't wait to see Mint and Joy, to tell them that he would be their permanent guardian, teaching them the ways of a wolf. He wasn't too sure if they would be either thrilled or hesitant. But he could confirm with his own conscience that he would be the best educationalist regardless of how they felt. Before he could greet them however, a tuneful howl rose into the sky. It was lyrical to his ear canals as he swiveled around to face the call. Sure enough, an inky pelt entered camp. The new arrival seemed to be cloaked in darkness by the color of her fur. The resident male caught her glance towards the pups and immediately rose to his paws to make his way towards them. His hackles slightly erect in a defensive gesture. Though his tail wagged in a polite greeting. With his newly appointed role, he new he had to place himself between the pups and any sort of menace that endangered the growing wolves. However, his outgoing and social butterfly kind of personality was shinning through his minor display of hostility. The intruder mentioned that she would like to join the group and learn from Rowan. Her name was Hye-Su as she had clearly stated. A spark in his head lit a fire of interest as he began to inquire exactly where she had come from. Clearly her words held a difference when spoken, far more different than the resident group. It was intriguing and he knew that he would have a billion different questions to ask her. But for now, he knew that he had to remain silent, for Rowan would have to speak first on this new topic of interest.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2017 13:52:21 GMT -8
"Words can not explain how grateful I am that you bestowed upon me the most treasured role that could ever possibly be given!" Dusty expectantly displayed wide-eyed delight at his prospects, each portion animated with a wonderful exuberance. As much as he attempted to resist otherwise, he couldn't help but offer the oaken male a small, encouraging smile. A pup could only continue to flourish under the guidance of such a sweetly gentle male - and, if all went accordingly well, their particularly odd pair should prove no exception. Nothing to say for the bonus it benefited Dusty. What better way for the cheerful, overly-chatty rambler to spend his days then attending wolves as playfully amiable as himself? Briefly dipping blurred dusky hues, he offered the ochre male a soft polite swish of his tail. "I'm sure you'll do wonderfully," he began, his tone light, teasing. "Now, don't look at me - go and get to know your little charges!" The dappled male didn't need to be told twice, immediately whisking away on more important matters, but not before congratulating the beta. Oh dear - it at first appeared she had shot him something wonderfully akin to a snarl. The following words offered a faint assurance of intent, simply a sharp-toothed, clenched smile. "Thank you, Rowan. It is an honor to be your Beta," she replied, as short and simple as she'd always been. It befitted a wolf of her tasks, her responsibilities to remain firm, rigid. Still, he did hope she'd received some hazed, faint hint of satisfaction from her promotion, well deserved as it was. Alas, dull amber eyes revealed nothing even resembling the sort, emptily devoid of delight or emotion. With a deft, brief dip of her head, she departed for dinner as commanded, her dappled companion lingering closely behind coarse onyx heels. He'd already decided he'd eat last, wait for the everyday workers to finish their fill. They, now they could truly keep a pack in place, keep it functioning as either a delight or disaster. He, on the other hand, only helped organize the events that ensured survival; the hunts, the border patrols, the guard's shifts. Quite fitting they filled up first. A worker, in his mind, was worth much more than any callously neurotic commander. However, before slim brindled jaws could jab, before the boar could have the mealiest, smallest morsel wrenched off, a harmonic, silvery howl found his ears. Dinner would have to be tragically put on hold. "At least they're polite," he began, ebony-tipped ears twitching gently towards the sound. A howl was a courtesy, a rarity politely reserved by rogues for encroaching pack territory. The owner appeared well-accustomed to pack life from his first impression, providing their warning the moment they'd crossed their re-scented borders. "Dusty." He dipped his dusky head briefly as he considered a course of action, reconsidering the risks strange rogues brought. Many, too many to suit his personal tastes. "Take your two and stand guard. We don't want trouble." Already soft, muffled snaps met darkly mottled ears; the haziest, faintest hint of a newcomer's arrival. Taking care to ensure rowan fur remained flat, he straightened his stance, drawing a dappled tail high to attention. Each muscle remained motionless, exaggeratedly stiff as he swiveled hazel-tinged ears towards faintly approaching footsteps, twitching slightly to catch the sound. Slowly, a second crackling materialized from the furrow; softly fainter then the first. For a moment, auburn fur prickled in an irritable arch, blatantly aware of individual pawsteps' careful placement. Were two wolves approaching? Curling a clouded upper lip, he listened with careful wariness, only to realize the latter was too soft, too small to be a wolf, at least a grown one. Maybe a mouse or rat? No, the movement was too random, too sporadic; sharp, crackling snaps occurring within a peculiar zig-zag pattern, entirely unlike the paths of prey he'd witnessed. Didn't seem dangerous, but he'd send a wolf after it regardless once they'd concluded their current business. Softly, a shadowed pelt slipped into the clearing's entrance, carefully assuming peaceful, submissive posture. A yearling, about Eleven's age, armed with a wiry thin form. For a moment, amethyst eyes flickered towards their tremendous quarry; a hazed, faint hunger glowingly apparent before shifting towards her two original targets, Wingnut and himself. The former aptly flicked her dappled head, granting the gaunt yearling a full audience. "I wish to join your group and be trained by you," she began, drawing her darkened features upwards to meet his own. Her voice was young, quite younger then he expected, accompanied by a foreign accent of a land he'd never heard of. Still, her eyes held a blazing ambition, a direct, steadfast determination unaccustomed to her typical age group. "Dang, Hye-Su, is my name," she concluded with a brief dip of her onyx head, locking a lavender gaze against his ashen one. For whatever fantastic reason, she had settled her sights on him, desired for him to teach her a wolf's proper ways. What possible wondrous potential could she have seen in his singular gaze, the crooked, semi-crippled hindlimb? If anything, Wingnut would've been the best logical choice, but the slated black she-wolf seemed firmly settled in her resolve. While she warily analyzed the ashen female for the faintest hints of falsity, aggression, she remained silent, remarkably stoic, her focus singularly fixated on her object of interest - which, for whatever reason, appeared to be himself. For a moment, he got a glimpse of Wingnut's amber gaze questioning for a command, some firmly settled decision. A yearling was harmless according to all means of logic, but the abrasion lingering above her eye concerned him. If recently inflicted, she may or may not have a wolf in pursuit, a risk far outweighing the advantages of a new member. Still, he couldn't help but feel vaguely intrigued by the somber-pelted she-wolf, a silent, alluring curiosity. Yearlings weren't meant to wander alone. Besides, he did have a certain affinity for taking on teacherly roles, and with such an eagerly apt pupil as this - they would be sure to find success. Within that moment, he'd made his decision - he'd take her, train her. He just had to ask her a few questions first. "Greetings Hye-Sue," he began, offering the onyx she-wolf a polite dip of his head. "I've travelled this land with the wolves at my side, all members of my 'pack,' per-say. I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to ask you a few questions before we accept you among our ranks." He turned over towards their kill, seizing a small portion of boar meat between his teeth. "Let's take a walk, just you and me. I'll even provide dinner," he quipped, shooting a small, cordial smile her way, turning his paws towards the tall grass. "Wingnut," he began, pausing by the brindled she-wolf before he continued. "I know it may seem trivial, but could you please check the surrounding brushes? I believe I hear a... possum near camp." Once they were quite well out of earshot, he lowered hazel-tinged haunches towards the ground, slipping into a relaxed, amiable posture. "I'll try not to get too personal," he began, setting the slip of meat down. "But I have wolves I've promised to protect. I can't risk jeopardizing their safety. There's a few things that I'd like to know." He shifted his singular gaze towards her, ash meeting amethyst. "Feel perfectly free to answer impersonally, no need for elaborate detail. The first thing I need to know if you are currently fleeing away from wolves of any kind; a pack, a single rogue, anything. The second thing is any formal skills you can possibly contribute to the group - and if the answer's none, we can fix that," he smiled, granting a grey tail reign to swish lightly. "The third is why you came. What brought you to us?" OOC: For clarity, the 'possum' in question is Niqo, a pup who'll be joining the group. He's hunting mice a few feet away. Tagged: @chipara, @dusty, Scout Hye-Su, @joy, @lavender, @mint, @niqo, @rain, Guardian Raisa, @twizzle, @wingnut |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2017 15:15:08 GMT -8
Joy wiggled her way out from beneath Raisa's chest, tapping her little tail on either side of her mommy's two front legs while lifting her snout to admire the figure from below. She patted her paws with pleasure into the green, moist floor. The rains had soaked the soil and invited many of those wiggly creatures onto the earth's surface, nature's most entertaining provisional edibles. She tried her very best not to disturb them in their wake, for they would no longer emerge under the pressure of her paws. She eyed the ground curiously, waiting for one to appear beside her toes so she could capture it under her nail, and analyze its wonder as it curled like a wilting flower into her paw--and from there, into her maw. Aha!
"Mint! Look!" Joy was shouting and squirming like a maniac, unable to contain her excitement, and blind to everything around her besides the little squishy friend under her toe. Alas, she heard no response, and was compelled to search the area for her buddy and new friends. Oh, that's right. Scenting! Joy bounded off, but quickly returned with composure to invite her squishy friend into her maw. Now, she could catch up. Rain was so inclined to tinkle in the bushes too far from home, but she had no choice but to stay close to her guardian. Joy, too, piddled out in the brushes, where she found a new scent. Her ears lifted towards the sky, eyes dilated in curiosity, and tail swinging upwards in alertness. A little blue-eyed pup had found his own little mouse. Joy stared at him in delight, hoping he'd notice her and let her play with the little thing. Before she could make any more discoveries, she caught herself abandoned again by her guardians. Joy sighed and returned to camp, still wondering about the little wolf with complete dissatisfaction.
Her male guardian, the big, scary Rowan, had returned with her smaller, happy guardian, Dusty, and the rest of the wolves who had left for a hunt. Joy's tail wagged and her mouth salivated with happy anxiety. She drowned out whatever adult-talk was going on, hearing only some things about Dusty watching over her and Mint. Instead, she stalked towards the slain beast, changing direction only to trek towards the sample Rowan had picked out for the young wolves. Before she could meet the provisions of the royal carrion, she was captured between a set of oaken legs. Joy wrapped her teething, craving jaws around Dusty's right leg, then the left leg, gnawing at him softly as she begged to be released. So... hungry... Joy snarled softly, a quiet little buzz of a roar falling out of her throat like a crumbling leaf. Eventually, she rolled onto her back, continuing to nibble on Dusty's ankles, just for the fun of it.
She paused with a foot in her mouth when the newcomer approached. As she raised herself in to a laid position, her ears came forward to wonder about this stranger. She wasn't too much older than Joy, but she spoke and acted like she was the age of her elders. It was boring to Joy, but she still foresaw a potential friendship. Joy seemed to see that in everybody.
Alpha Rowan , @dusty , Scout Hye-Su , @lavender , @mint , @niqo , @rain , Guardian Raisa , @twizzle , @wingnut
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2017 17:38:56 GMT -8
Twizzle
Without an answer from the gilded male, Twizzle decided that Chipara must not have a problem with the plan outline he had laid out earlier. He hadn’t bothered to flesh out too many details as he believed no detailed plan would work well in any hunting situation. Any type of prey was unpredictable and so it was unpredictable how one would act in the moment depending on the animal’s actions. Of course, you could make a plan depending on every movement you could think of but that was wasteful of precious time. So, a simple outline would have to do. Especially since he wasn’t getting much input.
The milk chocolate male plunged forward, yellow ochre gaze trapped on the wire coated hog ahead despite the grass tips whipping at his vulnerable nose and eyes. Despite them visibly hunting within his peripherals, he paid no attention to his sister and Dusty as they sprung the other boar. It wasn’t important to the task at hand what they were doing with the other boar as long as at least one team ended up killing one of the hulking beasts.
As he grew closer, Twizzle found himself back in his hunting partner’s direction, almost checking to make sure that the male was still with him. Mentally and physically.
Without that last check, the chocolate wolf gave a small confirming nod to the gilded wolf before springing toward the boar on lengthy limbs, expanded rib cage carried while pulling calm breathes inward each moment. The grass tips swung with cutting intent at his outstretched limbs while the lanky male bounded effortlessly toward the heavy prey, mouth peeling open to allow a deeper intake of air and to reveal a salmon pink tongue lolling within the bars of his canines. The boar ahead of him squealed in response to his sudden approach, haloed eye whites gleaming as it threw it’s hulking tusks in a threatening motion. For a moment, Twizzle entertained the idea that the boar wouldn’t run but instead would try and put up a fight; one that wouldn’t be very enjoyable for either party. But the boar faltered as the chocolate male grew nearer, legs pulling it’s meaty figure away from the glittering set of teeth; finally pushing it’s muscular figure into a surprisingly rapid pace, pointed hooves pounding on the dirt as it moved.
With an easy burst of speed forced into his limbs, the chocolate wolf scrabbled to the boar’s right side, hovering next to the frantic beast as he quickly replayed his plan in his head. With a final free breath, Twizzle plunged his pearly teeth into the loose neck flesh of the bear, making a chewing motion to dig further into the boar. A squeal bellowed from the beast’s saliva soaked mouth, fumbling with it’s feet to a slightly slower pace. It was harder air into his lungs with his mouth stuffed and his nose partially blocked but he managed to squeeze out a garbled word. “Now,” The muffled words slipped around the blood seeping through his lips and teeth, aimed toward his hunting partner in hopes that he would end up helping him out to slow the beast or maybe even end it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 23:30:02 GMT -8
For a few moments, silence hung in the air as Wingnut stared down Hye-Su and Hye-Su stared down Rowan intently. The cinnamon she-wolf's tail was held half way upright, on a 45 degree angle. The tip didn't wave, the base didn't falter, it was a solid arrow to signify rank and nothing more. It was not a greeting. It was not an invitation. It was not a sending away message. It was logically only a symbol of rank. Wingnut was obliged to do it considering the shift in positioning within the false pack. Amber eyes watched both the rogue and Rowan as she waited for an answer. "Greetings Hye-Sue," the cream male beside her began. Her gaze switched to the scarred male solely as he gave the yearling a dip of his skull. It was a peculiar act of colloquial politeness. She did not know Hye-Su further than her name and appearance. If the inky female managed to do something commendable if Rowan allowed her into the group, which she almost expected from the male, then Wingnut would give her a head dip. To do it now would be a waste of energy and would send the wrong message. She wasn't polite necessarily. She was logical, and if need be, understanding in odd situations. Going out of her way to stroke the egos of other wolves was not on her agenda. "I've travelled this land with the wolves at my side, all members of my 'pack,' per-say. I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to ask you a few questions before we accept you among our ranks," he continued, confirming her educated guess. Hye-Su was guaranteed a place within the group if she managed to answer Rowan's questions. Wingnut could only presume that they would be about the skill set of the soon to be less lonely rogue, and perhaps about the scrape on her face. It was certainly a red flag if she didn't have a good explanation as to why an injury would be afflicted to her face. An injury to a paw was easily explained, even with a lie, as a trip, or walking over a sharp stone or thistle. A facial injury required some sort of disastrous fall, a low hanging branch, or attacker that afflicted it. "Let's take a walk, just you and me. I'll even provide dinner," her Alpha spoke as he ripped off another chunk of boar. Wingnut's displeasure was internalized. On the outside, her face remained stoic. She could understand generic politeness, but offering dinner to the raven rogue was something inexplicable to the logical she-wolf. It was going too far in her mind. Even so, she had no power over Rowan, so if he wished to recruit Hye-Su with his own generous flair she couldn't stop him As her empty amber eyes watched as he tore off a chunk of boar, she caught sight of Dusty standing over Joy. Her blackened jaws gently clamped around his legs, gnawing on him. Was the entire world slowly spinning into illogicality? There was a reason that she stayed away from pups.Why the golden girl was trying to eat Dusty instead of the boar that lay plentiful before her both in the slab Rowan ripped off and on the bone, she could not explain. With that, she turned away from the insanity that was the brain of a pup and let her gaze follow Rowan. "Wingnut, I know it may seem trivial, but could you please check the surrounding brushes? I believe I hear a... possum near camp," Rowan paused beside her. She gave him a sharp nod in response. It confirmed her suspicions. The world was spiraling out of control. Letting a stranger eat food that was worked hard for was normal, but it was odd to investigate pests that could take that food? If the she-wolf had the capability to roll her eyes, she would have. Eating her share of the boar would have to wait. Her ebony nose lifted into the air as she searched for the distinct trashy musk of a possum. As she drank in the air, the only think she could scent was the boar, the wolves around her, and... another rogue. The random snaps of twigs under a small amount of weight flicked her ears in the correct direction. Whoever this rogue was, they were either young, or an adult that was dangerously underweight. The trail she chose to follow to the rogue was strongly scented of Rain and the rest of the marking party. How they managed to complete the rotation without scenting, hearing, or sighting the rogue was beyond her. The chaos returned. As the scent of the being grew more concentrated, Wingnut moved into a hunter's prowl. To see who the rogue was without detection would be crucial. If it was an underweight adult, they could be starving and therefore aggressive. She would likely have to bring them back to Rowan to see if he would let them eat for free as well. FI they were aggressive, having observed their stature and judged their abilities before confrontation would make subduing a crazed wolf much easier. However, if it was a pup, she would need to adjust her posture to not seem intimidating. A lone pup would need to be brought back to Rowan and then placed with Dusty. The experienced huntress crept through the tall grass with minimal sound, her eyes watching past the tip of her nose to see the wolf as soon as she found them. Low and behold, her face pushed through the tall grasses and came across a small, tan-ish frame. Instantly, one line of action was out of her mind, making her decision about what to do much easier. Not that it would have been hard. Decision making was one of her most valued skills. Silently, she watched the naive creature bound from place to place. The subtle scent of field mouse was mostly masked by the pup's scent, so she presumed that he was trying to hunt. With the deteriorating state of the young wolf's body, it was almost certain what he was trying to do. Granted, the pup was in much better condition than Mint was when he wandered up to Rowan those weeks ago, but Wingnut could still see the faint outline of his ribs and hips until his dull pelt. She scented the air again. There wasn't any hint of blood in the air, so the pup want' injured, and hadn't managed to catch anything yet. With a blink, Wingnut took a few steps back into the grass. This time not trying to hide her presence, Wingnut walked around to the head end of the pup. She didn't want to startle him out of the blue, so she let her obvious footsteps be her notice of arrival. The tall she-wolf stopped when she was in full eye view of the small pup. "Pup, come with me. I have food," her monotonous voice softened slightly as she talked to the pup. The last thing she needed was for him to run away. If he did, she would just need to chase after him, snatch him up by the scruff, and bring him back to camp herself. Her blank gaze watched his to see what he was going to do. The tawny she-wolf took a few steps closer to the camp, just to illustrate her point. The crusted boar blood on her muzzle should be proof enough that there was food. Or that she had attacked something that couldn't be a wolf in the slightest, as the scent was so potent and odd. Pups were odd though. He could think that she had killed another wolf for all she knew. That would probably create the running away scenario. Oh well, she had a plan to deal with it. @niqo Alpha Rowan @rain @twizzle @dusty @joy @mint Guardian Raisa Scout Hye-Su @chipara |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 9:45:01 GMT -8
The little ashen rascal had an unlimited stock of ideas fighting for a spotlight. She could dash across the earth, escaping the bar of Dusty's constrictive limbs, and find her destination somewhere between her guardian and the young stranger. She could sneakily crawl out from under her daddy's abdomen, quietly clawing and pulling at the grass to make an escape, thereafter scampish charisma would introduce herself to the little one chasing mice somewhere in the brush. There seemed to be a lot of opportunities hiding behind that brush; a mouse, a little friend her own age, interesting blue eyes to wonder about, and an adventure awaiting. Joy was readily planning her escape by the time Wingnut had made taken those opportunities away, but it wouldn't stop Joy from trying.
Muddy forepaws grasped onto the grass on the external earthen surface behind Dusty, and pulled towards the pup. Her belly rubbed against the dirt below as she pulled herself out from Dusty's prison, spreading dark substances across her abdomen. Aha! She'd made it! Joy incautiously convulsed her body, sending flakes of mud in all directions: onto pelts and wherever else they might have unforgivably landed. She trotted on over towards Wingnut with her ears were upwardly maximum. She found herself hiding curiously behind Wingnut's hind leg, peeping her head over the guardian's body to have another look at the little pup. Her eyes, in subsequence, aimed yonder to find Mint, who she would encourage to share with her this discovery, as this fellow would likely become their new packmate. Joy fantasized as she trekked her thoughts into those blue eyes--they'd become the inseparable trio, bound forever, and limited by no virtual article in their boundless adventures! In a subconscious burst of physical excitement, Joy's tail began to wag, and her body began to wiggle. She invited the blue-eyed friend out from his bush as she lowered the front of her body towards him, raising her rear and waving her tail high in the air like a victory flag!
@dusty
@wingnut
@niqo
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 16:05:04 GMT -8
Mint
"Curiouser And Curiouser!"
Mint bounded toward ahead of his guardians, a beaming smile pealed across his face as he bowled toward that wonderful, hunger-inducing scent. The smell of fresh meat was so entrancing to the bleached pup that it drew him forward as if tied to a string. The pup easily bounced up to three larger wolves who waited with the food, first begging from Rowan with wiggles and wags as he tried desperately to invoke some sort of giving nature from the stoic male. Pale eyes then drifted to the similarly postured female who stood rigidly beside the silver piped leader, eyes widening to create a larger, rounder effect which mint had found worked on some. But both didn't seem to notice his begging and pleading for the delicious meal stretched before them. Instead, they interacted with the other big wolves, using those mouth noises that sometimes made sense to the little snowball. But for the most part, it was simply gibberish which didn't bother him much. He could get his point across usually so he was set.
The snowball whined impatiently and flung around, trying to find Joy in hopes that she was sharing his excitement for the meal. His gaze caught the creamy pup chewing just as impatiently on Dusty's auburn leg, small teeth pricking his skin but not trying to break it. Mint readied himself to jump over to her and surprise her when an odd, relaxing scent wafted past him. The source of such a smell was a quieter, slimly-built adolescent with a velveteen black pelt and a face as solidly set as some of the adults. A larger smile bubbled onto the bleached pup's features, intrigue drawing him toward her as she spoke in soft, flowing tones. The immediate thought that popped into his head was the idea that they could be friends. There might have been an age gape there but who cared? Age didn't restrict one's friend making privileges.
Scurrying forward with little care, Mint opened his mouth in preparation for a big greeting when the bigger male spoke, inviting the female- Hye-Su- on a little walk. The pup huffed softly as she and Rowan departed, leaving Wingnut in charge of the group. Rowan also spoke of a pa-sum. How suspicious. Mint didn't know of any pa-sum in this area, and didn't quite know what this mystery thing was. But as Wingnut affirmed his words with a nod and started off toward a patch of bushes, it was only right for Mint to go with her and find out what this mystery was all about.
Mint stalked toward the bushes behind her, taking care to be light on his toes as to not spook the mystery thing. "Pup, come with me. I have food," The monotonous words of Wingnut touched his peach-fuze ears, inviting whatever it was to come out of it's hiding. The snowball glanced around for Joy only to be surprised at her own advances upon the new creature. Not one to be left behind, Mint bounced toward her on clumsy paws to find out why she was so happy. It took all of his might to peer around his larger colleagues, only to find a mousy brown version of him waiting on the other side.
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