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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2017 12:06:09 GMT -8
Oshim
"Isn't it ironic how you feel most alive when your heart skips a few beats?"
The soft widening of optics far to similar to his own, accompanied by an expression of surprise and unfamiliarity - my, it was quite the show. Clenching an ivory and oak jaw, Oshim weakly attempted to stifle a chuckle at Dis’ surprise. Her response to the smallest of physical contact was endlessly amusing, though it melted away far too soon. Quickly, the pair became enveloped in their work. Like a well-oiled machine, the two wolves of opposing sizes trotted alongside one another. The Scout - now void of his typical exuberance - placed oversized paws silently on the lush green ground, keen orbs flickering between the grass where the overpowering stench of deer lay, and the land in front of the hunting party, where their meals would soon appear.
But, to his mild disliking, his part had come to an end. With skill came the inevitable shortening of his job. As the scent of prey became nearly overwhelming, the oversized brute turned his narrowed eyes of hellfire to the Hunting Superior, who began spurting out directions as fast as he could think them. He began with emphasising the fact that they were hunting. No shit, Herding Superior. Would they have taken out the damn deer in Lubrusca, and left it for them to scavenge and steal? Finally, the obsidian male began to distribute roles, Oshim’s coming as no surprise. Himself, and the smaller, bulkier form of Aspen would serve as motivation. Urging the herd to panic and flee. They would surely put on quite the show, one of snarls, stomps, and frothy jowls. Upon hearing this, the Scout merely flicked multicolored auricles, maneuvering towards Aspen. As he circled around the group to the alabaster bitch’s side, his attention was cast to the not-so distant herd.
Flint wasted no time distributing ranks to the remainder of the party, and himself. The Delta would be left to supervise, and intervene if necessary. Hopefully she would prove useful, and cease breathing on the Hunting Superior’s throat. After a brief interruption from a certain Lubruscan nuisance, Flint continued on with a more grave 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.” The rest of his words were mumbles, distant and foggy. Once focused optics drifted to the mottled grey form of Dis, ‘keep running’ ringing in the ears of an already conflicted Scout. He wouldn’t wish death on any of the party, but he wouldn’t dare follow them. Maybe.
Shaking his head, he flicked back to concentration. Bumping Aspen good-naturedly with his shoulder, he disregarded his past grudge. They would have to linger behind, to allow the others to find their formation and get situated. If they rushed in too soon, the others risked getting hit. “Hey,” He looked at her, whitened fangs shining in a grin. “If you need any help looking angry for the deer, just pretend you’re looking at me.”
Once the other wolves had moved, the bulky Scout glanced at his ivory counterpart before trotting toward the herd, keeping at a fair pace. Chuffs, and the beating of hooves soon graced his ears as the animals quickly recognized the approaching hunters. Before beginning his chorus of growls and snaps, a wary glance was cast around, ensuring that no wolf had strayed to close. Taking a deep inhale, the giant of a wolf allowed his fur to prickle, emitting a deep snarl. Once in awhile he would glance over, ensuring the safety of his counterpart before pressing towards the prey, one small step at a time.
Within moments, his jowls dripped with saliva, ears pressing forwards, precisely aimed snaps hitting the air mere inches from oaken pelts. With each lunge, came a rebound backwards, carefully avoiding potentially fatal blows. After traveling around 2 yards forwards, with the skittish prey trudging reluctantly backwards, a cry finally broke free of one of the animals. They began to run. A glorious stampede, food simply flying by.
The triumph didn’t last long.
Pushing back on his hind legs, the tank-like male began at a brisk pace behind the herd, looking around for the fellow hunters. While he expected to see a blur of obsidian, grey, and oak, he was met with the far-to-familiar shade of red. Pandora, the mighty Delta, respected and powerful, seemed to stumble over a growth in the ground. Not breaking his stride, Oshim watched in concealed horror as the scene unfolded. The smaller female tumbled, hitting the ground with a resounding thud. The herd drew closer. Tearing his eyes back to the deer, the large Scout winced as the recognizable yelp filled the air, silenced within seconds. Pursing his lips, the brute continued onward, keeping an emotionless facade as he snapped his jaws mere centimeters from the hind leg of the animals.
- Exit -
OOC: Well this is overdue, and kinda crappy.
Tried to make Panda's death pretty vague. ;-;
Let the hunt begin! ^o^
Tag(s): Pandora , @xanthe , @flint , @dis , Hunter Aspen
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3 Years 4 M
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This sucks, get these goblins out of me
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Post by Hunter Aspen on Aug 9, 2017 22:40:20 GMT -8
The steps of the hunting party slowed suddenly. Finally! Some action was about to happen! Days of travel and putting up with Oshim's company were all going to pay off once they got the herd back to Ferus. "Listen carefully. I know we've had a relatively good run thus far, but now, I need you to pay attention to everything I tell you to do, for your own sake and safety. 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 accident. Aspen and Oshim, you both will be drivers; your 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; mis-stepping 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," Flint finished the first portion of his monologue. The singular eye of the alabaster bitch watched, initially with suspicion, as her hunting partner rounded her left side. Her spun her head, simply to make sure that he wasn't going to try something funny. Sure, she wanted to make a truce with the male, for now at least, but if he tried something, she wasn't about to simply offer that up. Flint was in the middle of his next sentence when a chirp interrupted, "Don't take your eye off the herd darling!" Aspen flick her ears back, a large sigh slipping through her lips. At least she had the satisfaction of knowing that she could still live her day to day life with ease. The Lubruscan ass had to hobble everywhere. Noticing Flint's poorly snuffed out laughter, Aspen shot him a glare. She couldn't exactly do anything else, he was already talking again before she could move. "Above all, 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. I'll provide your signals - it's high-time we founded the Ferus herd." As the final words rang, the wolves under Flint's command moved. The sudden jolt of movement from the side where all her vision saw was darkness sparked the she-wolf into attack mode from sheer instinct. However, it was just her counterpart, with a simple side bump. “Hey, if you need any help looking angry for the deer, just pretend you’re looking at me.” Returning the grin, Aspen commented back, "Will do. I'll take the left side. Wouldn't want to break Flint's rules right off the bat." Unintentionally winking at the male, she lowered her posture and crept forwards. The deer herd was large, as expected and required by Jay. Their smaller hooves posed a threat in their large numbers, and Flint's words echoed in her head as his howl reverberated over the Lubruscan grounds. Aspen bolted forwards, her tank frame going at a well controlled speed. Her first few barks were simply that. No attempts were made to nip at the deer's heels except for the initial feint attack. The hooved mammals tittered among themselves for the first few seconds, their bodies pressing against each other. It was as if they were generating static electricity between themselves. Their bodies compressed before one, startled bleat started the whole herd forward. Aspen presumed it was out of fear, as the deer on the edge of the herd lashed out. Their hooves whistled through thin air, but Aspen was no idiot. Her singe eye scanned the majority of the deer she was flanking, watching for those that were getting too close and sending them a well placed growl and snap of her jaws. It was going well for the first few minutes. The herd was driving in the right direction, familiar terrain was passing as the herd moved ever so slowly closer and closer to Ferus. It was difficult, but Aspen knew she needed to keep an eye on both the deer, and the other wolves in her hunting party. She did attendance in her head, keeping track of the running forms around her. Between each wolf, she would make a move on the herd, giving a sharp bark to keep the stragglers motivated. Oshim, Flint, and Dis were all accounted for before she turned her sight to finding the Delta. Scanning between the jostling legs of the deer, the spotted Pandora's form, but it didn't stay vertical for long. It crumpled, tripping on some hidden malformation in the lush grass. To Aspen's surprise, the experienced Delta didn't try to roll away from the herd as she tumbled. Her frame rolled directly under the deer's sharp hooves. The creme bitch winced as she watched the deer bleat and jump, an outlier in the uniform sea of tan bodies. Still, Flint's words rang in her mind. Not that she could help anyway. The magnitude of deer that had moved over the area that Pandora fell in definitely either killed her or injured her too badly to be helped at the moment. Jay was not going to appreciate his Delta being lost in a theoretically simple herding maneuver. It seemed that Flint's very specific instructions seemed not to have sunk in to yet another wolf's head. It wasn't even a Scout that was disobeying, it was Xanthe. Her mottled form darting to the Delta, disrupting the herd even more. "Xanthe!" Aspen barked out, incorporating it into her mission to keep the herd moving. She couldn't dwell on her fallen comrades for long, unless she wanted to join them in the dirt. A large group of unpredictable mammals had just gotten even harder to control. -Exit to Lubrusca Pass- @flint Pandora @oshim @dis @kai |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2017 22:47:38 GMT -8
The instructions had seemed simple enough. Ferus was probably the only pack that would request its wolves to leave behind whoever fell, and continue on in their job. They weren't exactly known for prioritizing their care for each other over something like this. However, Flint's request had caused an invisible squirm inside of Dis' gut. For some reason, when he had said that, she couldn't help but imagine Oshim on the ground, deer trampling over a lifeless, limp body. She had no clue why she had imagined this, and him of all wolves, and she was certainly not used to feeling these emotions. The slight concern for others, instead of being emotionless and okay with anything that came her way, brewed uneasily in her mind. A Lubruscan, autumn breeze ruffled the fur along Dis' back, bringing her mind out of the murky depths of contemplation. Erasing the thought of Oshim and the new feelings that came with it, she stayed level and calm on the outside, no one able to see her inner turmoil. Once all instructions had been delivered, she nodded her understanding and watched as the 'drivers' hurried on. Adrenaline began to slowly flow throughout Dis' body, preparing her for the long run ahead. However, even at the very beginning of the hunt, it seemed to go awry. As it spilled over in front of her eyes, Dis only registered what had happened only after Pandora already lay upon the ground. Their Delta had been, well, Dis would not dwell on what had just happened to their delta. In fact, she remained still, seeming unbothered. Oshim and Aspen remained alright. With the chaos of the fall of the Delta and the sudden wolves at their hooves, the deer were on the move. However, a few were trying to run out to the side and escape the chase. This was where she came in. Taking off, Dis sprinted across the grass, her world and mind reeling in slow motion, helping her to focus and think as she crossed the land at astonishing speeds. Coming up to the side where the deer had tried to weasel out of the herd, she ran up to their flanks, snarling, occasionally sharply swerving towards the deer, driving them to run closer to the rest of the herd. The deer, fronted with a new wolf, panicked and merged back with the herd. Satisfied, she continued at a steady pace, slower than what she had used to catch up to the herd. Few things were certain. Was the delta dead? It was likely. Would they successfully herd these deer? Perhaps. Would anyone else get hurt? It certainly could happen. However, one thing was certain: They were on the run. -exit to Lubrusca Pass then Ferus commons- @oshim @flint Hunter Aspen Pandora @xanthe (OOC: I am sorry, I wasn't entirely sure or comfortable about killing Xanthe, so if another could do it... Also, yeah sorry this is slightly sloppy.) |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2017 11:52:23 GMT -8
Tentative, brown-tipped ears twitched nervously at their approach, the entire collective eye of the herd watching with a quiet awareness as long. timber limbs firmly locked into place. A pair of wolves often served only slight means of concern, a thinly veiled threat unworthy of abandoning their lush grazing lands for. Prickled, irritable pelts and dripping, angered jaws were often waning dangers, and yet, the pair had approached with a glaringly apparent goal. Sharp, well-aimed snaps easily sent hasty, flighty heels soaring to safety, far away from dazzling fangs. Inch by inch, they stole forwards with fluid singularity, as if a single animal. Browned, slim builds compressed with each waning snarl, a soft tittering slowly building amidst the chatter. Clicking heels picked up pace into a tense, hurried trot, the drivers pressing on with an eager anticipation, jaws dripping with delight as they sent their protegees flying. Finally, a frightened bleat shattered their singularity, the build suddenly breaking into a fine, desperate free-for-all, a fantastic stampede. Triumph, at first, appeared inevitable. Adrenaline pangs had pierced his veins, a pulsing, adamantly persistent fuel as he pushed back on lean, wiry legs, swallowing distance with each wind-swept stride. Every muscle worked perfectly attuned to another, hot air hitting within his lungs as he quickened his pace, assuming position at the side of the herd. Sharp, angered snarls accompanied by a brief flash of fang were more then enough to send deserters swerving once more into the herd. Dis, running but feet ahead, had managed her task perfectly, her particular half flying by in beautiful uniformity. Briefly, amber-brown eyes flicked back for a moment to check on the drivers. Aspen and Oshim continued portraying a thick, formidable threat, tawny wisps simply whistling by their bared teeth. Now for the final two, Xanthe and Pandora. While he couldn't quite get a good look at Xanthe, she appeared to be managing fine, her deer half equally manageable, despite a horribly apparent distraction on her behalf. Then Pandora- Suddenly, the smaller female staggered clumsily against some unseen, hidden undergrowth, her fiery copper frame striking the ground with a thick, horrible thud. Before she could find her feet, before she could even lift her broad head, the herd was upon her, dozens, hundreds of harshly pointed hooves piercing her frame. All of a sudden, a sharp, pained yelp, and then - nothing. Horror gripped his features as his adrenaline turned into terror, a perforating, terrible pulse thundering harshly in his ears. Pandora's fate had suddenly grown sharply, glaringly clear - not injured, not crippled, dead . The Delta that'd led the Ferus assault on Lubrusca died not in the heat of battle, but dashed beneath the hooves of her meekest prey. A simple herding mission had suddenly turned fatal, and under his watch to boot. His wolves - oh god - his wolves! "Keep moving!" he bellowed, his message echoing amidst a hail of hooves as the stampede pressed on. "Don't sto-" Xanthe, a member of his original hunting party, dashed madly into the herd in direct, malicious defiance of a seemingly incredibly simple order. Her brown, mottled build darted between the herd's fleeting, slim forms, evading their long, powerful limbs long enough to grasp the Delta by the scuff. For one fine, beautiful moment, he almost thought she just might weave her way out, Delta in tow, none the worse for wear. She lifted her head, took one tentative step toward him - and then, with a cruelly resounding crack, her dappled head jerked back, limp beneath the blow of a full-grown buck. A powerful, almost instantaneously deadly blow. "Xanthe!" Aspen yelled, a cautioning warning call to her fellow hunter, perhaps unaware of her sudden downfall. Nonetheless, the call brought him back to reality. Carefully, he slowed his pace, carefully adjusting his position to cover his fallen hunter's side. Her death had sent them into a frenzy; a sharp, well placed snap cautiously sending them to their rightful place. They had to stop. While the herd itself had grown harder to control, the deaths of two pack mates had surely held some effect on his young hunting party. Increased risk accompanied by a troubled state of mind would only wrench further tragedy. Lubrusca Pass lay just beyond the banks of the river systems. Cool, rushing currents would slow down the deer's pace, create slight calm amidst chaos. If they, in turn, slowed their pace to accompany theirs; maybe, just maybe they'd have a hint of success amidst the tragedy. Ferus Hunting Grounds would be but a few hours walk, an easy, ambling pace in comparison to their current sprint. "Slow down!" He yelled, his pace easing from his full blown sprint as he eyed the bright, lovely blues of the Lubruscan rivers. "We'll stop in the pass!" Tagged: Hunter Aspen , @dis , @kai , @oshim , |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2017 8:53:50 GMT -8
Kai .:. Omega
"No matter how bad things get, remember... With your luck they will probably get worse soon."
Kai trotted alongside the hunting party like a leech, though she distanced herself about 9 yards. It was impressive, and almost angering the way Flint ordered his subordinates with ease. Smoothly and without doubt. It seemed as if Oshim and Aspen were to linger behind for a few fleeting moments as the leaner of the wolves silently maneuvered around the sides of the herd. Scrambling atop a sizable log, the alabaster bitch sprawled over it, her fore-paws dangling off the sides casually as her chin dropped to rest on the cracked wood. It was splendid, she could see the hunting party with relative ease, but remained far enough away to ensure that no danger came to herself. Soon enough, the two 'tanks' began their show of snapping jaws, dripping saliva, and carefully aimed lunges. Large hooves of certain death flicked toward the two with surprising amounts of power. But the duo managed to successfully avoid every single one. Slowly, the soft clicks and scuffs of hooves increased in speed. Chirps and belts of fear that once only erupted from the weaker of the animals, soon blasted from even the safest who mingled around the middle of the herd. It seemed that their plan would work, that victory was unavoidable. They were sure to earn such a glorious success, one to be rubbed in the face of Lubrusca. Or so she thought. As the herd began their helpless flee, a rather beautiful canvas of creams and tans tumbled over some hidden growth, falling straight into the waiting hooves of wary prey. Kai jumped, her heart lurching as a soft whine erupted from her jaws. Leaping off the log her three legs provided ample speed for her to draw precariously close to the herd, wide berry hue eyes intently focused on where the Delta succumb to the hooves of her prey. But, it seemed that she wasn't the only one on a rescue mission. A Ferus - seemingly against all orders - dived in carelessly in attempt to save her packmate. Would she? The war-torn female cringed as the oak hued hunter heaved her sandy companion closer, and closer to safety. Kai edged closer, ready to help. But immediately leapt back, fur bristling across her hackles and shoulders as a resounding thud answered her previous question. So close to safety, to life, known as a hero. Now, nothing, simply faded away. Shaking her head, Kai dashed forwards, hooking sharped canines around the scruff of the Delta, huffing with effort as she managed to move the larger bitch a mere foot. At least it was farther away from the herd. Dropping the body in a fit of coughing, Kai heaved for her breath. She couldn't do this alone. Without warning, she sprinted towards the commons, adrenaline pushing her as fast as her three limbs could take her. It was almost identical to her original grace. Slowing just out of sight of the Ferus hunting party, she paused and let out a rushed howl, cracked and urgent, before continuing her sprint. .:. Exit to - Lubrsuca Commons .:.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 16:31:56 GMT -8
Time had tapered Lubrusca's beauty, the lush, green life within it taking a terribly dark twist for the worst. Amidst its autumn beauty and breathtaking landscapes lay two corpses, twisted at terrible, unnatural angles. In an ironic twist of fate, Pandora appeared perhaps the least effected, the only sign of her deer herding mishap a deep, crumpled dent of her skull. Xanthe, on the other hand, had been far less fortunate, the mottled brown mane of her neck twisted far beyond the bone's initial limits. Oddly enough, her eyes had retained the same vacant shade of amber, as empty as in death as they'd been life. Her dappled head lay just by the brunt of her ornery superior's neck, precariously nestled across her copper hackles, amber jaws a-jar. A sweet, almost nurturing position entirely unlike anything both had been in life. Both would've been properly horrified to see the sight of their sorry, trodden corpses; Pandora at how adolescently childlike she'd appeared, cradled in calico jaws, and Xanthe at the apparent motherliness of the position.
An incredibly brief inspection confirmed what he'd worried. He'd grossly underestimated their size. While small and somewhat compactly built, considering height, both she wolves were far broader then he could have anticipated. Pandora was easily his equal in weight, (and though he'd never admit it aloud, in length and height to boot), Xanthe, a challenge he'd pretend he hadn't undertaken. Oh god - how the hell was he going to get both? If he could even carry one back for burial it'd be miraculous, to carry two was impossible. Or was it? Perhaps if he could somehow possibly swing Pandora onto his back, and drag Xanthe along by her scruff, then just maybe he'd manage the distance. Worth a shot, at least. At any rate, it was better than all other alternatives. "My apologies," he muttered beneath his breath, snaring fine, pointed fangs into her sandy hackles. With a wobbling, jerking wrench of his head, he was able to force ivory forepaws inches off the ground, slipping his sorry head underneath in a clumsy attempt to lift her load onboard.
He'd made a mistake, a horrific, mind-numbingly horrible lapse of judgement in thinking he could have possibly managed to make the journey to Ferus with two wolves in tow. Dead weight indeed - the ivory she-wolf's entire body weight lay completely limp, each step a staggering, desperate attempt to gain further ground, his shoulders harshly slumped. He'd barely managed to get a grip of Xanthe's scruff, each jittering, stumbling jerk moving only mere inches. A small, tiny slip forced his foot out from beneath him, sending his sandy bundle tumbling back to the ground in a maliciously cruel mockery of his current efforts. Sharp, angered swears burst from his mouth as he attempted the process once more, this time, managing a miraculous distance of three feet before tawny-brown forelegs slipped from underneath him, pinning him beneath his superior's hefty, reddish paws.
It was hopeless. The reality of the situation dawned upon him as he wriggled his way out, twisting around to gaze at the two challenges he'd assumptively, idiotically assigned himself. No. Hopeless failed to capture the complete scope of his reality. It was impossible. He'd assigned himself an insanely difficult, impossibly challenging task that he could hardly manage for a few mere feet - and he still had miles upon miles of territory to cover before he could hope to even near Ferus. By the time that he'd neared his Commons, both corpses would be rotting, a wonderfully added blow to their already furiously angered former lovers. He couldn't help but to reflect on his previously harsh concept of karma.
What a wonderfully fantastic bitch.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2017 7:18:29 GMT -8
✗ Omega Kai ✗ "My biggest fear is that someday you will see me how I see myself."
Crossly, the alabaster hued deformity streaked across the territory with an expression comparable to that of a bull. Wrinkled in pure rage, completed with a lashing half-tail. Truly, the lupine’s appearance was that of a monster. Well formed muscles tensed and rippling under a thin and scarred coat; anything but beautiful. Harsh curses were anything but concealed with each pawstep, following the trail of scent she had laid not even an hour earlier. Though usually captivated by Lubrusca’s autumn beauty, wonder was thrown astray, replaced by blood boiling anger. Trees sprinkled with the aesthetics of fall were now nothing of interest, their value similar to the shriveled leaves crushed beneath soft paw pads.
Lifting an ebony nose, a starkly familiar scent wafted in Kai’s direction, drawing the Omega forwards. Now, this, this was a sight to behold. The tall, proud Flint had succumb to an oversized bag. Caramel undertoned limbs shook with effort for three measly feet, a sandy form strewn precariously over thin shoulders, with a darker body being dragged by the scruff. Resisting the urge to snicker at the not-so vicious Ferus male, the lean bitch trotted eloquently - despite the loss of one of her limbs - a few feet to the left of him. At this point, there was no need to quiet her steps. It was ridiculous to fear this male after seeing him flail in pathetic effort.
As the Hunting Superior dwelled on his predicament, the ‘useless’ she-wolf announced her presence (If he had not taken notice to her approach previously.) by treading over a twig, relishing the harsh snap. As previous agitation concerning her place within the pack melted away, muscles untensed; further proving the lack of intimidation she felt from the ‘blood-thirsty’ pack. “Looking good, wee Flint.” Her words, though teasing, were disappointingly hollow. Berry hued optics lost spark, instead filled with shittily concealed sympathy. He had proven her thoughts wrong; the Ferus warrior returned, to carry his packmates to their rightful place. But, it seemed he struggled to do so alone.
Though lacking the desire to dirty her coat, Kai padded to the side of the charcoal brute. Any hesitation that came with putting the asshole out of her sight in such close vicinity was thrown to the wind. Taking a small glance at the sorry, trodden corpses, the vertically challenged she-wolf gently grasped the sandy hued Delta by the scruff, carefully dragging her form about a foot away. After a brief examination, the Omega quickly concocted a strategy for carrying the (Disappointingly.) larger lupine. But, she waited in doing so for Flint’s reaction, doubtful a hostile one would follow.
Tags: @flint OOC: #KantArrival2k17
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2017 18:01:19 GMT -8
Sudden twig snaps brought large beige ears to a perk, attentively swiveled towards snowy-white paws. Curiously, he shifted his attentions upwards, only to be greeted by a berry eyed demon with a wrinkled, angered expression, ivory fur softly fluffed with foul displeasure. Hazel brown hackles prickled in equally irritable arches, prepare to restate his right to the land; before he caught the smallest, hazed smile tugging the corners of a moon-pale mouth. Oh, he must have put on a beautiful display for the fantastically sharp-tongued she-wolf , what with nearly being flattened beneath his own superiors. He'd provided her material for months, years with his muddled, clumsy mishaps; any prickled, angered trace of her original fury aptly dissipating. At least hopefully, she'd find some pleasure from his failures.
“Looking good, wee Flint.” 'Wee Flint.' He softly huffed in amusement, playfully arching an eyebrow. As if the wispy she-wolf could even dream of reaching half his height. However, it appeared in jest, the faintest, tiniest flash of sympathy finding pink, flushed eyes. What a wonderfully rich concept - 'sympathy' - he must have misinterpreted it. What she-wolf would possible sympathize with the wolf that had crippled her, that'd aptly stripped away every trace of family, childhood, friends away from her existence? Rightfully so that she'd come to gloat, to gain some feigned sense of victory, of justice. Granted the opportunity, he would've done the same. Still, he just had to address the irony. "And I suppose you somehow could do better, shortstuff?" He quipped, his tone gentle, teasing.
As if to haughtily taunt his challenge, she trotted nimbly to his side, deftly seizing the sandy-brown Delta's scruff with relative ease and trotting a short amble away without any wavering repercussions. 'Do better' indeed. For the following moment, she took in the weight of Xanthe's corpse, doubtlessly concocting some cunning scheme in hauling it over. Her expression held a hint of pleasure, a subtle faint satisfaction in having proven him wrong. A giddy, playful grin softly graced his features, it was all well. He knew he'd been outwitted. "Looking good, little bird." He chirped, his eyes holding a hint of mischief. "Now, you don't suppose there's any more where that came from?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2017 12:26:32 GMT -8
✗ Omega Kai ✗
"My biggest fear is that someday you will see me how I see myself."
It was fantastic, top notch. Had he doubted her? Sure, after his mutilation she had a downward slope on the physical side, but intellectually? It only got better. Grinning subtly, the alabaster bitch brought eerily bright optics to Flint, clashing dare-devilishly with amber hues as he spoke. "Looking good, little bird. Now, you don't suppose there's any more where that came from?" Chuckling softly, the Omega sauntered to the side of the Ferus brute, eyeing the larger form of Xanthe. He, of course, would take the Hunter - he owed her that much. Twisting cranium to flash him a slightly conceited grin, a thin limb poked precariously out from beneath her lean form, darting forward to catch the male’s leg. Of course this was in no way hostile, more to signal what to do in a more mocking manner. It was meant to simply unbalance her ex-opponent, but if he happened to fall, well that’d be icing on the damn cake.
“Always,” She purred with a mock coy batting of eyes, lowering herself to haul up Xanthe’s mottled brown corpse. “Now get your ass down.” Once the hazel doof lowered his larger form - if he even bothered to do so - the scarred she-wolf would simply tug his pack member’s body over him, distributing the weight evenly across his shoulders. “Be strong, munchkin.” The sharp tongued lupine huffed, padding back over to the corpse of the Beta.
Would he surprised? Not expecting her to truly make the journey alongside him? Did he believe that Kai was simply going to help him balance the load? The latter was laughable. The wispy bitch sunk down, thin frame kissing the ground as she wriggled under the deceased Delta. Pushing forwards with a single strengthened hindlimb, the sandy form of Pandora - after about a minute of adjusting - settled (Minding the situation.) comfortably, hanging across the smaller female’s back, paws dangling over the sides. Taking a test step forward, the once-beauty grinned. Oh, hours, days of training indeed paid off. This would be easier than anticipated. Strolling forward, she cocked her head towards Flint, challenge sparkling in usually dull eyes. “C’mon then, we can pause in the pass.” Wriggling her eyebrows almost playfully, she couldn’t resist adding a final challenge: “If you can make it, peewee~”
.:. Exit to: Lubrusca Pass .:.
Tags: @flint
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2017 11:51:35 GMT -8
A beaming airiness filled her features, the faintest, subtlest flash of pride filling previously forlorn eyes. The war-torn wisp carried herself with a casual, new-found confidence, wonderfully assured with her prospects. Ferus's battle had graced her with staunch, new strength, a stark tenacity her previous broken-thin build had seemingly lacked in Lubrusca. It was astounding, even admirable - and defied all logic and reason. She, the slick, clever daredevil, even appeared fully aware of the sheer impossibilities of her own recovery. Wordlessly, she wove her way towards him, a soft, playful smile gently slicing her features; head cocked haughtily, as if asking if he really believed he could have kept her down. Swiftly, with sharp, fluid singularity, a snow tipped forepaw darted forwards to catch his own, knocking out its tawny-brown target with a wonderful, confident ease. His fore-half harshly slipped out from beneath him, beating earth slightly harder then his pride had deemed necessary.
"Always," she purred softly, pinkish bright eyes batting coyly. It'd been intentional, without a waning doubt. A stunned amusement struck amber-eyed features as she ambled on. The boldness, the brashness, the balls of it all. Merely two months prior, he'd nearly beaten her brains out, wrenched every wisping breath of life from her thin, white throat. And in an odd, absurdly strange exchange of events, she had somehow gained strength. "Get your ass down," she declared sharply, her voice holding a quiet, amused firmness. Gripping Xanthe's scuff between sharp, bared teeth, she gently slung the she-wolf over his shoulders, making apt, careful adjustments when needed to balance the bay and white she-wolf's weight. While hefty weight still bore strongly down on his shoulders, her balancing had considerably evened out the load, no longer an impossibly arduous task. Tentatively, he took a step forwards, unable to conceal a small, cocky smile at finding he could bear the brunt of his load.
"Be strong, Munchkin!" She mocked teasingly, a tiny reminder to remain humble in her presence. Oh? She wished to wander down that route? A sharp, teasing smirk tugged the corners of his mouth, tongue lolling out lightly between parted, browned jaws. "You think you can manage your carry-on, Bridie? It's an awfully long flight to Ferus." She cocked her cream-white head curiously, happily accepting his challenge with one wriggling push. With a single careful, swift toss of her head, the Delta lay sprawled loosely across her alabaster shoulders, darkened brown paws dangling precariously at the sides. Slipping by in bound, steadfast determination, she darted berry-dark eyes back toward him. 'Challenge accepted. ' Seemingly all surprises, wasn't she? "We can pause in the pass,” she piped up, wriggling a white brow with a fantastically playful flourish. "If you can keep up, peewee." He lifted his paw, giving a gasp in feigned indignation; unable to resist a final added challenge of his own."Why, I'll race you there! Don't worry, I'll always be here in case you need a hand." He teased, shooting a sharp, final wink her way before finally beginning their journey.
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Post by Hunting Superior Parker on Oct 7, 2017 0:25:29 GMT -8
The peppy male, amazingly, actually hesitated going into the hunting grounds. Though he was probably over-confident and positive about most other things, walking on ground where two wolves had just died was not on the top of his list of 'things I really really want to do at this very moment, or ever in my life.' It gave him the hee-bee-jee-bees just thinking about it. What if on the hunt he stepped exactly where they died? Would there be blood on the grass? Their corpses surely were still on the hunting grounds. What if he saw them? If they died during a hunt, they probably were trampled. Then there surely would be blood, and a whole lot of it. What if it got on the deers' hooves? Then blood would be all over the hunting grounds. Gross! Gross gross gross!
He didn't want to try to hunt in a humongous pool of Ferus wolf blood. Even after what they did to Connor, he didn't want to rip into them and spill more blood. Even a wolf as ditsy as Parker knew that fighting Ferus again would only result in more sadness, and more losses. Joktan, Connor, Hesperus, Kai's leg and tail, and so many more. The blonde male shuddered at the thought. What if they attacked again? Who would die next time? Prim? Himself? MACHA!? Not Macha. That would be really sad. Like really really sad. Like so sad the he wouldn't be able to move for a month, sad. So sad that not even Snow Rose could help him. He would be very very sad. Not to mention Mochi! Ooooh that old man would be so sad. And probably mad. And probably mad at him. He was already annoyed with him, for what reason, he had no clue.
Shoving his sad thoughts out of his head, Parker looked towards the new Hunting Superior. Her name matched her personality well. From whet he remembered, heather was a prickly annoying plant that if you got snared it, could be a real pain in the butt. He had just been forced into a snare of both metaphorical and literal Heather. He couldn't get out of it easily, and until he was done the hunt, he was going to be poked and prodded by the she-wolf. Frankly, he had a beautiful lady to get back to wooing, so he really wanted Heather to just spit out some instructions quickly and get them going. It was all very simply in the inexperienced male's mind. Chase the prey, bit the prey, kill the prey, eat the prey. It was a four step plan! He really couldn't understand how some wolves managed to mess it up so badly! Then again, he hadn't exactly gone into specifics with his plan, and had never properly done it before.
As the yellow male danced on his paws, he couldn't help but notice something very off. The scent of musk and the distant scent of death was being quickly covered by something. It wasn't a fruity smell, or a nutty smell, or a wolfy smell, or a new kinda prey smell, it was a very odd, very new smell. He lifted his snout and opened his mouth, shoveling the scent into his system. It was almost spicy as it hit the back of his throat. What the heck? What kind of scent was spicy!? This was very weird. No, super duper weird! It was weirder than Macha's Dad weird! Squinting grey eyes glared at the rising monster behind the trees. What was that? It kinda looked like a big ol' snake, but in the sky? No snakes could fly. Could they? Either way, it didn't have any fangs, and it was too chubby to be a snake. Was it a monster of the forest angry about the two deaths of the Ferus wolves? That could totally be real.
At last, the wall of naive thought crashed down around him. That wasn't a monster! That wasn't a monster at all! It was a big smoke turd all up in the sky! Smoke was bad. Very very bad. Smoke meant fire, and fire meant destruction, and destruction usually meant death. Fire was an all around nope-iddy-nope nope nope. Oh dear, what if all of the wolves he predicted would die if Ferus invaded again were to die in the fire!? NOPE! NUH UH! That was not going to happen. Prim could take care of herself just fine, and for all that it was worth, Parker wasn't about to let himself succumb to the flames. On that same train of thought, he wasn't about to let Macha die in the fire either.
"Yeah... I'm just gonna run back to the commons. I think I left my... sharp teeth.. in my den?" Parker crafted what he thought was an excellent excuse. Without so much of an apologetic glance, the young adult bolted out of the hunting grounds and back to the common grounds. There was no way that he was about to let Macha go through the fire unprotected by his amazingness.
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