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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2017 19:04:28 GMT -8
Soft, thick scents littered the Lubruscan hunting grounds, hidden between sparse brush scraps and old, run-down oaks. The possibility of prey was astronomically high, potential herds loosely scattered among Lubursca's rich land. Weather had wonderfully cooperated to boot, a slight, almost imperceptible nip in the air accompanied by a light gentle breeze. Their journey had gone smoothly enough, perhaps with a slight bit of bickering on Aspen and Oshim's behalf, but without major injury or loss of life. A light footed traveler's lope had worked him wonders, slowly warming the wiry, lean muscles of his legs and shoulders without triggering soreness, tiredness, and such. He couldn't speak for the likes of his burlier counterparts, (say, Oshim, who'd more than likely taken, "Let's see how quickly you can haul that fat ass of yours," as a personal challenge), but every bone throbbed in adamant, eager anticipation. All the necessary components for a fine hunt were at his advantage, ready at his disposal. His wolves likely wandered somewhere close by, he'd rouse them in a moment. For now, he'd been tasked with two missions; the first, to bring down large game for a Ferus meal, the second, to herd prey towards Ferus territory. His first task could be accomplished without a large amount of planning or foresight. The second was a different matter entirely. Although the dried creek showed the smallest. faintest signs of refilling, Ferus land wasn't even close to sustainable for large, feral herds. They'd be wandering back to Lubrusca within mere weeks, days of their arrival; a single elk wouldn't have the resources to remain long. Small game would last slightly longer, white tail deer and such, but wouldn't allow for a full meal. Then again, they could kill their elk buck first before even bothering with the white-tail herding. He'd decided he'd consult them first. Patiently, he lowered his haunches and waited for his Ferus companions to settle, carefully sorting out something capable of accomplishing hunting and herding. Upon their arrival, he finalized his decisions, pitching his plan thoughtfully. "As you all are well aware," he began, his tone thoughtful, contemplative. "We've been tasked with relocating a Lubruscan herd. We have two possible options; white-tailed deer or elk." He jerked his tawny head towards where the scents of potential game herds gathered the strongest. "At this point, we're evenly split; three sprinters, three tanks. Herding deer would be our easiest, most efficient option. It would last significantly longer then elk with Ferus's given resources, and be a relatively simple kill to boot. However," he cautioned, "bear in mind, a deer herd bears much less meat then an elk one. This would mean hunters would have to work twice as hard to fulfill their current duties - and despite all efforts - every trip doesn't guarantee success." He paused for a moment, gathered his breath. "On the other hand, elk would easily provide a suitable amount of meat given much higher, more significant risks. Both hunting and herding would become exponentially more difficult and dangerous; you know all too well the smallest, tiniest slip-up can swiftly turn fatal under a pair of pronged horns and hooves. However," He added, head drawn high at attention. "I believe we're up to the challenge. Ultimately, I've decided I should take your consul into consideration. I'd like to hear your thoughts." Tagged: Hunter Aspen , @dis , @oshim , Pandora , @xanthe |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2017 12:16:58 GMT -8
Kai .:. Omega of Lubrusca
"If everything seems to be going well, you obviously overlooked something."
Smoothly, the three-legged wolf slid into the territory, moving with such ease, it was as if she still had four capable limbs. As she traveled through Lubrusca territory, her friendly facade melted away, replaced by her more comfortable emotionless expression. As Vetnus collected some potential pack members, Kai decided to hunt - despite the fact that Ferus wolves often passed through the area now, herding Lubrusca's prey to their own land. It was despicable - how greedy could they be? The ivory bitch was ignorant to the living conditions of Ferus, but, for now, she couldn't care less. As of now, her mind was set on hopefully catching a small portion of prey - preferably a mouse - for Ventus' uneducated brats to experiment, and play with. Though she didn't prefer the vermin, they did deserve to learn about the ways of hunting, even if it meant giving up a hard-earned hunt. As for the current members of Lubrusca, Kai was alone, and didn't have the bulk strength - or the numbers, for that matter - to take down an elk. So, she would spend her time trying to catch a rabbit, or if she was lucky two. Ferus was targeting their elk, not their smaller creatures. So, she could hopefully get away with ease.
As she stalked on light paws through the hunting grounds, she disregarded the common scent of Ferus, though two of the many scents hit her in particular. But, she shrugged it off, uninterested. Overtime, the loss of her hind leg didn't affect her, besides in pride. The war-torn bitch let her body drift closer to the ground, the soft alabaster fur on her underbelly brushing against the ground, waiting for a scent of prey to wash over it. For a few moments, she walked quietly through the territory, preforming the same tactic she had practiced over, and over. Soon, the stale scent of rabbit brushed over her senses, spiking her attention. Creeping forwards silently, cream plumage hovered mere inches above the ground, the tip held deathly still as she approached a medium sized den, just enough room to poke her lithe head into. Warily, Kai poked her muzzle and eyes into the hole, where the early-autumn born rabbit infants were staring with 6 pairs of wide eyes. Pursing her lips, Kai backed away, and headed into a concealed bush. There, she would wait. The mother of the tiny bundles would return shortly, the perfect time for the well-seasoned wolf to spring.
Soon enough, she came. An autumn coat of browns and reds, beautifully contrasted by a cream underbelly. Placing a hesitant paw forwards, the Omega suddenly sprung, pressing her hind leg into the ground, and using a single fore limb to add the extra oomph to her leap. Hitting the land gently, her jaws hooked around a thin neck, quickly snapped. Waiting for the creature to go limp, Kai soon picked up the plump body, extremely pleased with her find, though her expression didn't let it show. Reaching a paw into the den, she hooked out one of the babies, scooping their small body towards the corpse of their dam. Leaving behind 5 of the creatures behind, Kai was confident they would be fine. As far as she knew, these creatures - like wolves - worked in herds, revolving around the dominant pair. Since she had killed what she presumed to be the dominant female, the next in line would take over her duties as the main breeder. The larger rabbit would be for Ventus, who needed the food to both care for her abundance of children, and to deal with the new rogues that accumulated around the borders. The baby rabbit was for the pups. It was just the right size where they could nibble and play with it, as Kai was unsure as to whether they were fully weaned or not.
Picking up the two with some difficulty, she began back, but stopped in her tracks at the sight of an ebony Ferus brute. Tensing, she set down her prey, and stepped in front of it defensively, her eyes boring into the male's. Flint. With some difficulty, she had managed to learn the name by watching them with close eyes. This was the wolf she dueled, and he was accompanied by the alabaster one she had rid of an eye. To make things worse, he had also brought along the duo who she had learned fought Kenai. Growling lowly, a half-scowl, half-smirk graced her features. "Hey munchkin, how's your tag-team coming?" She sneered, her half-tail lashing. Standing tall, she pretended that the pink scars that grazed and parted her fur, her scarred muzzle and torso, and the dead eg that pressed tight against her body was nonexistent.
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Post by Hunter Aspen on Jun 14, 2017 19:13:56 GMT -8
It was oddly refreshing to be back in the Lubruscan territory. It's lush lands held water and prey; the exact opposite of Ferus lands. No wonder Thatcher wanted to invade, quite frankly, their home was shit. They could easily simply have taken over one of the rogue lands, at least they had all the resources a wolf needed to survive. Speaking of survival, Aspen's nerves were frayed slightly from dealing with Oshim's antics, and Pandora's oppressing disappointment throughout the couple of days spent travelling. She didn't speak much during their travels, just huffed, growled, and hummed; reverting back to old habits. She spotted Flint, looking as if he was thinking hard about something. Damn right he should be! A hunting superior tasked with bringing food for literally all of Ferus for the fall and winter should be slightly stressing over when to do. "As you all are well aware, we've been tasked with relocating a Lubruscan herd. We have two possible options; white-tailed deer or elk. At this point, we're evenly split; three sprinters, three tanks. Herding deer would be our easiest, most efficient option. It would last significantly longer then elk with Ferus's given resources, and be a relatively simple kill to boot. However, bear in mind, a deer herd bears much less meat then an elk one. This would mean hunters would have to work twice as hard to fulfill their current duties - and despite all efforts - every trip doesn't guarantee success. On the other hand, elk would easily provide a suitable amount of meat given much higher, more significant risks. Both hunting and herding would become exponentially more difficult and dangerous; you know all too well the smallest, tiniest slip-up can swiftly turn fatal under a pair of pronged horns and hooves. However, I believe we're up to the challenge. Ultimately, I've decided I should take your consul into consideration. I'd like to hear your thoughts," Flint finished after a few minutes. Aspen raised her eye at that. She had a similar thought a few days before, so it was good that they were on the same wavelength with that. Aspen paused, waiting for Pandora to speak, if she would, before speaking, "Good point with the deer's survival. If we brought back elk. they would end up skinny, but would be weak, a pro and con. If we can all control a big enough herd of deer, then that should feed us for the winter, as long as it's rationed." The monocular she-wolf leaned back on her haunches, flicking her one grey eye around her pack mates before another form caught her eye. It was silver, crippled. and battered. Aspen first thought that it could've been any failure of a Lubruscan wolf, but half a tail trailing behind the she-wolf let her know otherwise. The former 'little bird' was now as ugly as the damned vultures. Aspen recalled Flint's bite of the bitch's leg while she ripped off her tail; she didn't think that it would do as much delightful damage as it had. Her singular grey eye blazed and she rose to her ivory paws once more, flicking her ink dipped tail behind her with the same amount of vigor that the Lubruscan bitch was. "Hey munchkin, how's your tag-team coming?" She taunted. How stupid. Six war trained wolves against one tiny, crippled wolf on territory that blood had already been spilled for. However, Aspen made no move to attack the she-wolf. They were here to hunt, and practically steal, not destroy the bitch that took her eye. She grinned evilly to the she wolf. The only scars from the war she got were a bate mark between her neck and shoulder, and of course her eye. The opposing she-wolf had been ripped apart! That was mostly Flint's handiwork, the tail and neck being her main infliction of damage. Gathering herself again, Aspen sat once more, her eye moving away from the non-threatening she-wolf. Now was the time to focus on the hunt and the herd, not a three-legged annoyance. @kai @flint @xanthe Pandora @oshim @dis |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2017 13:17:38 GMT -8
Oshim
"Isn't it ironic how you feel most alive when your heart skips a few beats?"
Through his travels, Oshim would remain silent, calculatingly watching the land around him slowly bend from dry and cracked, to lush and green. It was beautiful, and it felt almost good to return to the foreign territory. It was fresh, clean, and crisp. Dazzling with the colors of Autumn, thick with the scent of prey. Eyeing Aspen, he let his head rise slightly, distastefully keeping away from he stuck-up female. If she had attempted to provoke him, or speak in general towards him in a non-professional manner throughout the trip, he would simply have ignored the alabaster asshole. Sure, he was cocky; he was not idiotic. Through all this, he also chose to ignore the weight comments that had been strewn towards him. It was hardly effective, besides, the weight was mainly muscle. Did the wolves of Ferus expect it to be fat? He'd be hunting twenty-four hours a day to even eat half as much as he'd need to if it were to be fatty weight, instead of muscle. Stifling a sniff of amusement, he internally rolled his eyes, cursing the ignorance of the pack he was stuck in. But, despite all his complaints, his loyalty and respect already resided within the pack, though not in the wolves who also resided within the area.
He would walk only slightly behind Flint, hopefully bantering with the ebony male he had grown not to respect grudgingly. The Hunting Superior was - damn it all - pretty clever, as well as amusing. But, now that he was in Lubrusca, he'd enter a more bold, professional demeanor. Flint, who had come to a stop, waited for the group to come closer, and Oshim settled about a foot away, resting on the ground while he still could, his crimson optics investigating his surroundings, before slowly drifting back to Flint as he began to talk.
"As you all are well aware. We've been tasked with relocating a Lubruscan herd. We have two possible options; white-tailed deer or elk. At this point, we're evenly split; three sprinters, three tanks. Herding deer would be our easiest, most efficient option. It would last significantly longer then elk with Ferus's given resources, and be a relatively simple kill to boot. However, bear in mind, a deer herd bears much less meat then an elk one. This would mean hunters would have to work twice as hard to fulfill their current duties - and despite all efforts - every trip doesn't guarantee success. On the other hand, elk would easily provide a suitable amount of meat given much higher, more significant risks. Both hunting and herding would become exponentially more difficult and dangerous; you know all too well the smallest, tiniest slip-up can swiftly turn fatal under a pair of pronged horns and hooves. However, I believe we're up to the challenge. Ultimately, I've decided I should take your consul into consideration. I'd like to hear your thoughts."
Nodding in thought, Oshim narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, listened as Aspen pitched in her opinion. "Yes... Deer could prove to be the better option." He frowned before continuing. "The elk would grow skinny, like Aspen said, and could even die out in our territory. If they didn't, in their thinner state, they'd likely provide around the same amount of prey as deer would." He grew silent once again, pitching in the bare minimum, looking at the rest of the group for any more contributions. Each one would be processed within his ever-churning mind.
But, his through process abruptly ended as the fresh scent of a Lubruscan wolf hit his nose, pulling his gaze harshly to the side. "Hey munchkin, how's your tag-team coming?" Oshim huffed softly, amusement burning through his gaze. Feisty. Turning to Flint, he looked from the three-legged wolf, to him, admiring the handiwork he used alongside Aspen. But, his respect for Aspen's attack was little-to-none, the war-torn bitch had taken her eye. A victory beyond whatever wound Aspen may have inflicted.
OOC: #Kantttttt
Tags: Hunter Aspen, @dis, Pandora, @flint, @xanthe
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2017 21:20:33 GMT -8
The walk through Lubrusca was gorgeous, and, of course, ever so different from a walk throughout Ferus. Beautiful greenery even for the early of Autumn, with air so free of wind-blown dust and dirt, and beautiful weather, this was now their land, too, and Dis was glad to be able to say so. She, though keeping quiet and not entirely caring where she was dispatched, hoped to be chasing an elk. She was agile enough not to get hit, and she was too graceful to ever fall or stumble amidst a hunt. However, a deer would be just as fine to hunt, but what would be even better would be hunting alongside Oshim. Her eyes brushed over Oshim's, curious to read any emotion, but she saw none there.
The pleasantry was interrupted, however, by a Lubrusca wolf. She seemed to be especially affixed on Flint, perhaps they knew each other or fought each other or she knew he was superior. It seemed that she recognized Dis and Oshim, as well, though Dis had no clue who she was. She was a pretty, white wolf with three functioning legs, and a snappy, petty attitude. That was just about all Dis knew.
"Hey munchkin, how's your tag-team coming?" Dis couldn't help but let out a little snort, and cocked an eyebrow, red eyes staring at the pretty stranger. She wanted so bad to retaliate, 'Oh, well how's your pack going? You know, after losing the war and all…' but she held her tongue, as per usual. How wise could it be to be injured and challenge a superior of another pack who beat yours, who is accompanied by several other wolves? While Dis, in an odd way, sort of admired her attitude, she knew just as well it was foolish. Her red eyes looked to the black wolf who led them, who was not big but was powerful. She was eager to hear what he would have to say.
@oshim @flintt @kai
OOC: again, this is from my phone so I'm really sorry for errors!)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2017 17:05:37 GMT -8
 
Dull interest is all that lay pasted across the visage of seemingly depressed bitches mass. Faded optics of lifeless hellfire coloration lingered with a lack of all true pleasure across the landscape they now traversed. For days, she had hung to the rear, the sway of her compadre's rumps the only thing guiding her on her way to their new hunting grounds. These wolves, those she stared upon, were not family in her eyes- No. These wolves, those who bickered among one another, were not friends- No. These wolves, those who prided themselves on their ranks above all else, were not of any importance in her existence- No. Xanthe, a lowly hunter of the Ferus pack, merely trudged along with her head held in an average heightened position. Ears swivelling to each sound heard, nasals flaring and picking at every scent found, and eyes shifting from one movement to another. To others, she would look alerted and cautious, though to herself she was distanced and lost. Her mind had begun to swirl around distant memories- Back to Jay and her growing fondness for his attention. Then, it had all changed. She had grown to despise him. But worse, she'd grown to despise herself. His attention had been lost by her, only to be gained by another. Semira. For a moment, she could have sworn to have being envious, but she was far from similar to the ebony demon. She was softer, lower in rank, and distanced from her 'family'. From her thoughts, she hadn't even come close to being a match in preference to the other she. Soon enough, her mindset was retriggered into focusing on the task at hand. Flint had come to a halt, alongside each and every other wolf, she too came to a stand still remaining a good few meters behind. By now, she'd finally taken in where they were, the dusty, dry, cracked land they called home had vanished, replaced by the lush, elegant greenery of more preferred turf. This is where they had come to seek prey for the mass of Ferus, where they had taken claim to hunting rights by overthrowing the Lubruscan cowards. From all she'd heard, they were a pathetic little group of untrained tree-huggers, no match for those of the Ferus ways. Ears would snap too as the darkened shadow that was their Superior began to lay out the plan of action; seeking input and approval by those who he commanded and those who were gifted the ability to tag along.
"As you all are aware; We've been tasked with relocating a Lubruscan herd. We have two possible options; white-tailed deer or elk. At this point, we're evenly split; three sprinters, three tanks. Herding deer would be our easiest, most efficient option. It would last significantly longer than elk with Ferus's given resources, and be a relatively simple kill to boot. However, bear in mind, a deer herd bears much less meat than an elk one. This would mean hunters would have to work twice as hard to fulfil their current duties - and despite all efforts - every trip doesn't guaruntee success. On the other hand, elk would easily provide a suitable amount of meat given much higher, more significant risks. Both hunting and herding would become exponentially more difficult and dangerous; you know all too well the smallest, tiniest slip-up can swiftly turn fatal under a pair of pronged horns and hooves. However, I believe we're up to that challenge. Ultimately, I've decided I should take your consult into consideration. I'd like to hear your thoughts."First to reply, was fellow Hunter, Aspen. Pointing out the fact Elk would bare a pro and con in the form of being skinny and weak on Ferus soil. Following her up, was the well sized Scout, Oshim - How did he even end up as a scout? - His input was similar to Aspens, delving into the fact Deer were of better preference, since, truthfully the Elk would end up a Deer-sized meal with their lack of sustenance. From where Xanthe stood, she had nothing additional to add, her train of thought baring little mind to the dangers of either, or the pros and cons either presented. Even if she had input to add, her optics drifted to land on a recently arriven Lubruscan wolf who chose to speak up. She herself couldn't have cared less, her interests wavering on the border of wishing she weren't a part of this journey, but, it was better than sitting and dwelling on the past as she merely listened in from her distanced position. Tagged: @flint; Hunter Aspen; @oshim; @dis; @kai |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2017 10:33:12 GMT -8
Aspen was the first to offer input, calmly waiting for the Ferus Delta to speak before offering her opinion. "Good point with the deer's survival. If we brought back elk. they would end up skinny, but would be weak, a pro and con. If we can all control a big enough herd of deer, then that should feed us for the winter, as long as it's rationed." A solid argument, he acknowledged, softly dipping his dark maw in approval. Oshim's input was immediately offered after she'd finished, bringing up the point the elk would essentially offer the same amount as deer for twice the effort. At this, he tilted his head back in thought, considering a point he'd previously overlooked. For a moment he paused, waiting to see if anyone had a pro-elk point to offer efore he made his final decision. Dis and Xanthe offered no input, silent and sullen as ever - perfect, an unanimous decision - exactly what he'd been hoping to achieve. For tonight, fine dining was inevitable. "Excellent points, you two," he barked, offering the pair a friendly, almost playful grin. "Ferus will house deer herds soon enough. Oshim and Dis," he gestured to the two scouts with the tip of his tail, assuming position among his group. "As of now, the two of you will be responsible for tracking a trail. There's a particularly large pack that likes to linger between river banks; specifically, the one that cuts through the pass, and the one that splits the center of the territory. As the one that splits the center has significantly greener feeding grounds, I recommend we begin our search there." He was confident in the pair's abilities; wasn't it practically the purpose of scouts, to find, track, and locate scent? "Aspen and Xanthe," he began, considering where he could place the pair in terms of work. "You two will flank the group and immediately alert us to any outside variables. The approach of a Lubruscan patrol, perhaps, or perhaps a plant we could use to mask scent. Don't withhold any information you find you think can make or break the hunt, let the rest of the group know as soon as possible." He knew the pair was sharp enough to offer good observations and discoveries, and besides, maybe having to stay on their paws would perk Xanthe up a bit. A soft growl sliced the air, accompanied by a thick Lubruscan scent. The mottled brown male chuckled softly, twisting long, tawny ears towards the battered form before him. A pathetically small, half tailed she wolf with three working limbs and battered nearly beyond recognition. The rumors of Lubruscan kindness and compassion were clearly false. Any pack that preached mercy would've put her out of her misery. Still, she stood tall - well, as tall as she could stand, close to the height of his shoulder - lashing her torn half tail. And - was that a sneer? Did that war torn wisp just develop the audacity to actually taunt the wolves that had decimated her pack? Actually, better yet, the wolf that decimated her? It seemed Ferus had failed to beat a sense of submission into Lubrusca; or, at the very least, into her. Almost near admirable, her ferocity - and foolishness. "Hey munchkin, how's your tag-team coming along?" "Aw, is that any way to welcome your guests?" He could hardly contain a cocky, playful grin; it'd been too long since his last bit of banter. "We're doing wonderfully; how is your pa- oh, I'm sorry. But you, Birdy, are looking a bit tense." He kicked his left hindleg out from beneath him, unable to resist. "Why don't you walk it off?" Roasted: @kai Spoken To: Hunter Aspen , @oshim , @xanthe Tagged: Pandora |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2017 18:08:55 GMT -8
Kai .:. Omega of Lubrusca "If everything seems to be going well, you obviously overlooked something."
Kai watched with an unchanging expression, her half-tail flicking plainly as she gazed at the small herd of Ferus wolves. Her lips were curled in a sickly sweet grin, a bubbling feeling of excitement and amusement pounding in her chest; a nice contrast to the usual numbness that surrounded her. Aspen, the white bitch who had rid her of the tip of her tail (and then some) looked at her with brief annoyance, before flicking her attention away as if Kai was nothing. That nearly sent the 'vulture' to her knees, laughter curling within her throat, threatening to spill out. If the alabaster female were to glance in her direction again, the Omega would allow her eyebrows to raise upwards twice, taunting the Ferus Hunter. Jerking her muzzle towards the other wolves of the group, her eyes searched the grey bitch who looked at her with.. admiration? Ew. Approval from Ferus was the last thing she wanted. Clicking her teeth at the Scout, playful optics turned back to Flint, widening in such pure excitement mixed with hatred that he replied. Oh, this would be fun indeed.
"Aw, is that any way to welcome your guests?" She snorted, a small giggle escaping her maw at his next words. "We're doing wonderfully; how is your pa- oh, I'm sorry. But you, Birdy, are looking a bit tense." Birdy? Her grin grew wider, the little nickname building up her amusement. She watched as his left hindleg stuck out suddenly, replicating the injury that he had inflicted upon herself. "Why don't you walk it off?" A fake gasp left her lips, and her front right paw drew upwards, allowing her to lick it and draw it over her head. "Dear Flint, " She balanced easily on two of her functioning legs, shooting a playful wink Flint's way. "You're seeming a little short today." She shrugged nonchalantly. "But, I guess that will happen when you get bored of over-inflating your ego." She paused, a mock-thoughtful expression coming over her, before she set one paw forwards. "I wish I could pop it." Snowy auricles fluttered teasingly, a soft growl leaving her. She toyed with the idea of leaving before he replied, but this was to fun. So, she opted for lingering, watching the group hunt in her land, until it had been long enough for her to rush back over to the Commons, with the prey for the pups and Alphess. But for now, she could settle down, and enjoy the nice show that was sure to come. Perhaps she'd get some entertainment if Flint received a sharp kick to the head. Ah, a girl can dream, can't she? Hm, now that she could think, perhaps she should have used caution when approaching this herd of violent airheads. But, whats she have to loose? Three legs, half a tail, and an Omega position? She was a walking buffet. All you can eat.
OOC: Shit post alert. Tagged: @flint, @xanthe, @dis, Hunter Aspen |
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Post by Hunter Aspen on Jul 1, 2017 1:19:21 GMT -8
An alabaster cranium dipped in response to Flint's nod of approval. That was decent at least. She knew had enough logic to plan ahead for the winter. The young she-wolf counted that as a point in her books. Not that she was counting, but she had lost a few for freely opening her maw a few days earlier. A single gray optic flicked to Oshim has he provided his input as well, "Yes... Deer could prove to be the better option. The elk would grow skinny, like Aspen said, and could even die out in our territory. If they didn't, in their thinner state, they'd likely provide around the same amount of prey as deer would."Well that was a surprise. For once, the pair of clashing heads seemed to agree on something! It was simply about the future of the pack, but that was still something. How odd. The remaining she-wolves around her stayed silent, allowing the words of the two tanks to hang in the air for a few moments. With nothing else to do momentarily, Aspen's right eye flicked back to the Omega that haunted the hunting party. The bitch had the nerve to raise her brows at the she-wolf, but Aspen returned the favor by flicking her ink-dipped tail back and forth behind her seated frame. Only an idiot would see this as a gesture of happiness, friendship. No, Aspen was waving what she had rid from the Omega in the same way that the bitch had taunted her. The end of her tail moved slowly, floating through the cooling air with precise control. She narrowed her eyes at the Omega as the one wolf she almost respected began to speak.
"Excellent points, you two.," Aspen flicked an ear in response to Flint's approving grin, "Ferus will house deer herds soon enough. Oshim and Dis, as of now, the two of you will be responsible for tracking a trail. There's a particularly large herd that likes to linger between river banks; specifically, the one that cuts through the pass, and the one that splits the center of the territory. As the one that splits the center has significantly greener feeding grounds, I recommend we begin our search there. Aspen and Xanthe, you two will flank the group and immediately alert us to any outside variables. The approach of a Lubruscan patrol, perhaps, or perhaps a plant we could use to mask scent. Don't withhold any information you find you think can make or break the hunt, let the rest of the group know as soon as possible."Aspen almost laughed at the last section of Flint's directions. A plant?! She didn't know about Xanthe, but she knew of so few plants that she might as well be a fawn on a glacier in this situation. There was however, one outside variable that she didn't need to notify Flint about. "Aw, is that any way to welcome your guests? We're doing wonderfully; how is your pa- oh, I'm sorry. But you, Birdy, are looking a bit tense. Why don't you walk it off?" he taunted, flicking his leg up to mock her. Aspen rumbled in approval at the male's antics, not loud enough for the Omega to hear, but loud enough so her companions could hear her amusement. "Dear Flint, you're seeming a little short today. But, I guess that will happen when you get bored of over-inflating your ego. I wish I could pop it." That was rich coming from the tiny she-wolf herself. Even Flint, who was just as vertically challenged as her, was larger than the she-wolf. Flicking her tail, Aspen rose to her paws, scenting the air simply to find the direction in which they were going to travel. Moving a few steps in the general direction of the first scent trail she picked up, she paused. This wasn't her job in this hunt. This was for Oshim and Dis to do. There was already friction between the two tanks, and there didn't need to be anymore. Flint had drilled into the huntress' head that a hunting party had to work together, to know each other from back to front, to trust each other completely. Aspen flicked her eye towards the large scout, contemplating whether or not to bring up a peace deal now or later. She soon flicked her gaze away once more, back to the banter between Flint and the she-wolf. Later would be better. He had a job to do at the moment, and she wasn't stupid enough to distract him from that right now. Perhaps once they found the herd? Flint would have to make another plan then, and it would give them some time to talk. @oshim @flint @dis @xanthe Pandora @kai OOC: Wasn't sure whether or not Oshim wanted to strike the truce or not, so I left it open  |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2017 20:08:03 GMT -8
Everything here was perfect. The way the wind curled like silk around your fur, the way the grass was so green and soft under paw. The lush trees and growth, the surplus of water and food. The way the air was perfectly crisp and cool, how it didn't burn the back of your throat as you breathed. Everything was just right, so much better compared to the cruel lands of Ferus. To Oshim, it was surprising anyone had fared there as long as they had. With the lack of food and water, it was a wonder how they could manage a week in the desolate land. It was hardly pretty, cracked and dry, relentlessly poured on by the merciless sun. A scrawny mouse was lucky, anything more was a blessing. They were starving, and come the cooler months, it was time for change.
Glancing to the side, the Scout merely arched an eyebrow as Flint's thoughtful gaze dragged over the land, before returning back to both Aspen and Oshim, a grin spreading across his mildly feminine features. After being addressed, crimson optics drifted to a certain alabaster annoyance. Had they truly agreed on something? For once? What a rarity. Oshim had to suppress the smirk that threatened to spill across his face. But oh, he wanted to treasure this moment. "Oshim and Dis," Twisting his cranium to the side, the mention of his name paired with Dis' startling in the slightest, though his expression remained stone. Wait. They were both Scouts, why was the pairing of them so alarming? Every time felt new, and refreshing. As if it was the first. Glancing in her direction - assuming she wasn't beside him - he would offer his usual smirk, tilting his head as Flint continued talking. It was interesting, the way the Hunting Superior could pull information from thin air. A trait Oshim desired to develop. He was talented, extremely. In his own opinion, Flint deserved more then just Hunting Superior.
After the ebony male ceased his speech, the Scout would make his way over to his smaller companion, nudging her ear gently with his nose in hello. "Lead the way," He offered with a dip of his head, the corner of his lip twitched in a grin. He could care less about the banter between Flint and the ivory lubruscan wolf. Especially when he was to preform his task with the company of his companion. If Flint were to say anything else, or if Pandora added a note, the muscled brute would pause to listen. If not, he would start with Dis towards where the scents would lay, ready to start rounding the herd.
OOC: I'll finish editing this tomorrow, literally feel like passing out.
Sorry if it is a bit choppy, will try and smooth it out in a couple places here and there.
Tags: @flint, Hunter Aspen, @xanthe, Pandora, @dis |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2017 14:50:49 GMT -8
The small Lubruscan she-wolf watched excitedly, an eager playfulness filling pinkish eyes. Doubtless she'd expected some brutish, snappy response, perhaps in the form of fangs or claws - but this - this was better then what they'd both anticipated. A fake astonished gasp left her lips as he kicked his leg from beneath him, a mockery of the injury he inflicted. Then, in her cocky, slightly conceited air, she drew her foreleg up, precariously balanced on two long, thin limbs as she addressed him. "Dear Flint," she began, her tone playful, teasing as she shot a wink his way. The oaken male returned it with little hesitation, unable to conceal a small, amused grin. Perhaps he should have redirected his focus towards his inevitable hunt, but he could never quite pass up good bit of banter, and this, why this, was too good an opportunity to squander. The hunt could wait a moment, he decided, ears perked, eagerly anticipating the next bit. As of now, this wispy she-wolf held the entirety of his attention. "You're seeming a bit short today." She drew on, stepping towards him. "But I guess that'll happen when you get bored of over inflating your own ego." Long alabaster lashes batted mockingly in his direction, as she loosed a short, taunting snarl. "I wish I could pop it." What a wonderfully keen eye for the obvious, he thought, huffing at her with a soft, amused smirk. Slowly, he bent his knees, squatting till he was just about eye level towards the tragically vertically challenged she-wolf, creeping in closely enough to have nipped her nose if he'd wished. "I'd like to see you try and reach," he whispered, lashing his tail with a teasing air. A challenge he doubted the mightily overambitious mouse would ever be able to achieve, but perhaps she'd prove him wrong. She'd already succeeded once with her wonderful show of sheer audacity. All wonderfully entertaining for the Ferus male; an unexpected, albeit plentiful source of amusement. Why, she'd return until she'd won their war; he could bet any wolf on it. Though sadly, this battle would have to be put on standstill, at least at the moment. Ferus would have many new mouths to feed with the borders opening up, and he'd a hunting party to command. With a wink, he closed the conversation between him and the alabaster she-wolf, slipping almost soundlessly into step with the rest of his wolves. Oshim & Dis had found a trail with relative ease, rounding towards where soft, warm scent gathered thickest. Carefully, he opened his mouth, allowing the array to strike the roof. The herds were nearer then he'd originally anticipated, at most an hour's distance away. Scent markings appeared relatively recent, the scent pressing soft and thick against his tongue. At most, a few hours old. Scouting would be the least of their problems; but what of the flankers? Briefly, he tossed his eyes over his shoulder, taking in the two hunters with a wary, analytical eye. Of course, Xanthe was as miserable as ever, but she did her work quite well enough, so he'd leave her to her melancholy. If she wished to waste her days away in darkness & depression, he'd leave her to it, provided she put a fair amount of effort into her work. Aspen, on the other hand, was eyeing a familiar rival with - Regret? Thoughtfulness? - he couldn't fully place his paw on it, but if she was considering what he thought she was considering, he'd encourage her. Thoughtfully, he slowed his step until she'd caught up to his, pacing himself so they were the same speed. "You should," he murmured, softly enough that only the two of them could hear. "I'm glad your considering on your own. Quite mature on your half. I was afraid I'd have to step in for a moment." The corners of his mouth twitched into a friendly, approving smile as he dipped his head in acknowledgement. "Now," he whispered, nipping the air next to her ear in a playful tease. "Eyes on the goddamned road." Tagged: Hunter Aspen, @dis, @kai, @oshim, Pandora, @xanthe |
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Post by Hunter Aspen on Jul 25, 2017 1:24:47 GMT -8
Alabaster paws walked closer to the rear of the hunting party, leaving the scouts to scent the deer properly. Of course she could smell them, but it wasn't exactly her job to find the deer in this party, simply to follow Flint's instructions once the hunting commenced. Her slightly short stature watched the other source of brute force with interest. He seemed to be infatuated with Dis, perhaps at the moment, perhaps for longer, but there was no room to interject with her treaty proposal. Flint finally seemed to leave their former prey alone and had moved to the front of the parade only a few moments ago, but now it seemed he was falling back, into perfect step with her. "You should," he murmured in her ear. Aspen's single stormy eye flicked to him, a suspicious narrow forming as he continued, "I'm glad you're considering on your own. Quite mature on your half. I was afraid I'd have to step in for a moment." How did he...? Of course. All of his damned training exercises with the hunters had brought them together, and Flint seemed to have honed these skills. As he should, Aspen presumed a superior should know their wolves. Still, she flicked her pair of slightly russet ears backwards at his skills. What else could he read from her? Seemingly ancient barriers threatened to slam down in the she-wolf's mind, simply to guard herself against whatever Flint was going to find in her head and from her actions, but she fought them off. If they were going to continue to work like a well oiled machine, they needed to be open. "Now, eyes on the goddamned road." he whispered, her ear flicking away from the snap of his jaws. "I've only got one, you ass," Aspen rumbled back, her eye glinting with humor as she threw her body to the side, bumping him lightly as she increased her pace to get a bit closer to the pair of scouts. Hopefully the tawny male would be able to read her as well as he had before and realize that it was all in good fun. She had adjusted, albeit slowly, to life with only her right eye, and though jokes were few and far between, Flint should have the sense to know that they were just that. Jokes. And he should also know not to expect any more for a while. @flint @oshim @kai Pandora @dis @xanthe |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2017 15:58:16 GMT -8
Dis could not help but smile as the crippled omega of Lubrusca snapped her canines at Dis. How entertaining. The sass that was delivered by the she-wolf put on quite a show, and Flint did not fail to keep up with it. The banter was cut off as Flint paired Oshim and Dis to find the trail. Easy enough, especially in the land of Lubrusca, where the healthy green grass and leaves held scents for so long, and where good prey was never far away. However, as Oshim made his way to her, she felt the all-too-unfamiliar gesture of a nose slightly nudging her ear, gentle and welcoming in nature. Dis almost flinched, but thankfully did not, though her eyes did widen in surprise. What little physical contact with other wolves that Dis got usually came from sparring or fighting. Friendly touches or affection was new to Dis, seeing as not even her parents had really been affectionate in their actions. Shaking her head slightly to clear the widened eyes and slightly taken-off-guard expression from her face (thankfully her back had been turned to the others), she nodded at Oshim's voice: "Lead the way." Lifting a nose to the air, she took in a gentle breath, relishing that that was all it took to pick up the scent of life all around. Twisting her muzzle a bit, she found which directions certain scents came from. The strong scent of deer stood out in her nostrils, and with a small nod and glance towards Oshim, she started off in that direction. As she walked, she had to keep reminding herself that this ground belonged to Ferus now. This ground that was soft, with fertile dirt that compressed underpaw and green blades of grass so small and close-knit, they lay like a blanket on the land. Back home, the only dirt that was soft enough to move when you stepped on it was loose dust and pebbles. The only grass was eaten by eager animals in the land, leaving it mostly void of greenery. After a bit of trotting alongside Oshim, her nose keeping to the trail faithfully, she soon slowed to a stop as the overwhelming scent told her that the deer were near, and as they eventually came into view. Stopping, she turned to look to her superior, Flint, expecting him to give orders. @flint @oshim @kai Pandora @xanthe Hunter AspenOOC: I'm sorry if this was bad I feel like it was a bit of a mess lol) |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2017 12:36:22 GMT -8
Kai .:. Omega of Lubrusca"If everything seems to be going well, you obviously overlooked something."
Wide berry stained optics watched as the raven hued body of Flint stood so close, but just far enough to avoid any physical altercation. Not that Kai could match up to the larger male, even with the vigorous training she had endured in order to stay at her prime, even with the loss of a limb. The soft puff of air, followed by an amused smirk drawing across his features brought the battle torn bitch to readjust her posture, dismissing her earlier need to seem larger, or as threatening as someone like herself could muster. Even with her array of injuries, her Alphess’ herd of self-conceited rodents found her something to be sorry for, not to fear. In fact, one of them even approached her. Instead, she took on a more comfortable position. The ‘bloodthirsty’ wolves didn’t seem to be interested in a brawl. No complaints there. Flickering snowy auricles, the petite female watched with suddenly tensed muscles as the obsidian brute crouched, nearing her quickly. Stiffening, Kai refused to back away, or avert her gaze from her past opponent. If she moved a inch, she risked ramming her nose into his. "I'd like to see you try and reach," Momentarily, she was out of words. The only sign she registered his words was the pinning of her ears, laying them flat against her head. Confusion layered through her more than much else. These wolves were meant to be bloodthirsty, and cruel. But here she was, vulnerable and weak, and the only altercation was verbal, and frankly very amusing. With a lash of his tail, Flint sucked the ivory bitch back into reality, her ears shooting back up to a normal position as a final wink was sent her way. An action she quickly returned. The tiny lupine was almost tempted to nip at his nose, but the Ferus Hunting Superior waltzed away far too soon. Releasing the breath she forgot she had been holding, the Omega warily sniffed the air, desperately attempting to catch a whiff of the rest of her pack. The only scents she caught was the mild hum of Rogues. Well, ex-Rogues. Should she head back? Or linger? Would Ventus be upset with her choice to abandon the clearing to watch the Ferus herd? If her Alphess had in fact recruited new members, should Kai be there to help? Ultimately, she was torn. This wasn’t even her territory, in fact. Sighing heavily, she began to pace, hobbling back and forth. Ultimately, she opted to stay. Smoothly, she followed the hunting party with narrowed pink hues. Trotting at a fair pace, she would remain a fair distance away from the wolves, to wary to stray much closer. "Don't take your eye off the herd, darling!" Kai called out towards the form of Aspen, the words followed by a small chuckle as the alabaster bitch admired her handiwork.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2017 16:25:12 GMT -8
At first, his alabaster hunter met his gaze with a wary, narrowed expression, all too aware he'd read her successfully. Her suspicions, however, melted into a lighthearted playfulness, her ear flicking away from his jaws with a whimsy flourish. "I've only got one you ass," she retorted, her tone light, teasing as she bumped her bulky hip into his, sending his smaller build soaring outwards. A playful, airy laugh rumbled in his throat as he found his feet again, picking up pace with a traveler's jaunty trot, well pleased with the results he'd reaped. They were good wolves, the lot of them - perhaps a tad loose-tongued, a bit too brazen for his liking - though nonetheless, there was a fine sense of pride that came in both all work and play among them. Hopefully, the bits of banter had sated the latter urge for the time being, created a carefree, pleasanter mood for them as they'd traveled. If not, the lot would simply wait; now, as they approached the herd, their former & focus would be honed at his discretion. "Record time you two, excellent work," he whispered, taking care to keep his voice hushed, low. The deer herd had just fully come into view, a healthy, large herd in the prime of autumn. A sizable amount to boot, large enough to challenge his young hunting party, but small enough to remain a feasible attempt. Dangerous, true, but with proper warning and good sense, a tragic accident could hopefully be avoided. Carefully, he lowered his haunches, contemplating a strong, efficient strategy. Dividing the herd easily would ensure total safety, but would require a minimum of two additional trips to Lubruscan territory - inefficient and ineffective - plus, it partially defied the order that he'd been given in the first place. The herds also had a tendency to disperse when divided, making rallying an entire herd a long, tedious effort spanning the course of weeks. Winter wouldn't wait the course of days; it'd be high near impossible to replenish the Ferus herd within mere weeks. They'd have to haul the entire herd in one piece in order to ensure successful efforts. "Listen carefully," he began his tone strong, affirmative. "I know we've had a relatively good run thus far, but for now, I need you to pay attention to everything I'm about to say. First things first, we aren't hunting. We're herding - and while it can be dangerous, especially with numbers as large as these - with focus, we should be able to prevent any potential accidents. Aspen and Oshim, you both will be drivers; sole task is to send the herd running. Be extremely aware of where you place your jaws. A single misplaced snap can equal a cracked skull. Instead of going for actual flesh, attempt to aim your snaps at thin air. A good show, with snaps, growls, snarls, will send any herd flying. Dis and Xanthe, I will join you as sprinters. Your job is to make sure the sides of the herd stay pressed together. Take care to conserve your energy. Instead of bolting towards the front of the herd, try and remain at the center, but take cautions to not stray into the herd itself. Remain aware of your place, pace, and position at all times; misstepping can mean trampling. If either of you fall, you will be left behind. No questions, no hesitations. I cannot risk the lives of my other wolves on your carelessness." "And above all-" "Don't take your eye off the herd darling!" The Ferus male choked on his laughter; a sharp, well-placed snap of his tongue hardly stifling his chuckling. "Above all," he restarted, attempting to assume a serious, more somber tone. "If you see a wolf fall, no matter you much you love them, no matter how much you want to go try and save them, keep running. Now, assume your positions," he trailed off, rising from his position to place his. "I'll provide your signals - it's high-time we founded the Ferus herd." From there, the Hunting Superior would patiently wait for the lot to assume position, amber eyes locked on their ornery targets. Once in position, he'd tilt back his head in a howl, leaping with little hesitation into their first official Ferus hunt. Tagged: Hunter Aspen , @dis , @kai , @oshim , Pandora , @xanthe |
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