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Post by Azaelia on Jul 22, 2017 12:25:04 GMT -8
  Here is the main river of the forest. This river is mainly thigh-deep and fairly smooth flowing, though some parts are deeper and faster, other parts, more shallow and slow. Usually quite plentiful in fish and bugs, which brings many species of birds, both bug-eating and fish-eating, but beware: Many grizzlies and black bears like to come here as well to fish. The bears are mainly seen around early spring and late fall, but one should never let their guard down. RULES TO HUNTING: Guide: Seldom seen Hard to catch Small Game: - Small fish-Rats, Mice - Small birds-Frogs Large Game: - Salmon, Trout- Bullfrogs Competition: - Red and Gray Foxes-Coyotes - Cougars-Brown and Black Bears |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2017 8:25:18 GMT -8
Autumn's sudden arrival had painted Lubrusca's rich lands with captivatingly bright colors, a wonderful array of reds, oranges, and browns just beginning to break tepid green barriers. Bright Lubruscan blues had just entered his field of vision, a soft, gentle slope gently slicing through previously thick foliage. A scene vaguely reminiscent of their odd introduction. Faint, hazed flashes of flame gleaned on glistening waters, light dazzling on dusky gills as he confirmed what his muddled, hazed memory had conjured up for them. Happy browned hues beamed with satisfaction, a soft, eager smile finding his features as they ambled further. For once, he'd found himself correct in his assumptions, right in where he'd wanted to go! A sharp, adamant sense of anticipation began to build in his stomach, his tawny brown tail beginning its own course of flight, softly fettering side to side as they inched their way closer. This had been his favorite childhood pastime, a mid autumn tradition taught by his brother Luca, the source of several childhood mishaps and memories. As he recalled his instructions on how exactly he was to carry tradition in the event they were separated, the memory emerged with vague wisps of clarity. It should be someone special, somebody who'd braved both astronomical good and catastrophic bad at his side. And what better wolf then Elenor?
He'd found his original target of interest, a sharp, dipping slope where the water soared over sunbathed, granite slabs, a dependable anchor for a wolf (or pair of) with uneasy footing. A miniature falls of sorts. While impressive, watery dips hadn't been his initial chief focus. What lay within them, however - now there lay the source of his original interest. Gently, he gestured towards the end of the banks, edging closer with careful, deliberate slowness. "Look El," he whispered, unable to conceal an eager, nostalgic excitement, gesturing towards the tip of the falls with a worn, pointed claw. Dozens, hundreds of burgundy red bodies soared over the edge, launching themselves into the depths beneath with sharp, fluid singularity, as one animal. A salmon run served a rare, attractive commodity to be found this far into forest, a stark, wonderful stroke of luck on their behalf. "They're flying." He stroked his tail against her back legs briefly, a teasing, affectionate gesture in light of the treasure they found, a seemingly endless stream of food simply fleeting past. "I know you're not a big fan of fish," he leapt forward, paws finding ridged, broad rock with little effort as he twisted around to meet her gaze, his own holding a hint of mischief. "But why don't we have some fu-?"
Suddenly, a silvery flash struck him in his jaw, sending him reeling back into what normally would be thigh-deep water as he lost his footing, sorrel paws slipping beneath him. Instinctively, he wrenched his jaws shut, his dappled head bursting from the water within moments of its submersion, tightly grasped around his antsy, wriggling prize. Dripping, waterlogged down clouded his vision, a loose, sopping lens of the world around him as he eyed his blurred catch. For a moment, he met her gaze in stunned disbelief, his crimson, writhing catch floundering in his jaws as he attempted to process what had just happened. A hearty, thrilled howl of laughter swiftly left his jaws as he clambered onto his original stepping stone, unable to conceal a swift, delighted swish of his tail as he gestured his prize towards her. "'ake it," he muttered happily, the message slightly distorted by their broad prize. "'urst Lubrucan 'atch!"
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OOC: Slight de-ja-vu to Delenor's first meeting. ^_^ |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2017 14:38:06 GMT -8
The fact that she had little doubt that Dante didn't know where he was going made their mini adventure all the more exciting. They seemed to walk aimlessly in the forest for a while, side by side and joying what the autumn beauty of Lubrusca gave them. From time to time Ellie worried what the hunting superior would think of them for wandering off on their own, or perhaps the alphess would get suspicious. It haunted her thoughts, but Elenor fought to push past it. The pack members would easily find them if need be, and if they were to get punished for it, oh well. For now, in this moment, there was nothing the 3-legged female would let get in their way of pure bliss. The pair deserved to finally spend the much needed time together - more than simply for hunting or searching for something. Just to relax. Finally, her companion slowly made his way to a halt, a brightly shining flow of water surging before them. " Look El," whispered Dante as he inched forward, staring fondly at something in the water. Elenor made her way to his side, her oddly colored pelt brushing up against his as she pressed up beside him, pointing her muzzle in the direction he pointed. Salmon. Much too many to count, just streaming past them as if they had no care in the world than to swim to their destination. Brown orbs shifted towards Dante, admiring the awe that filled his eyes at such a rare sight. They really did get lucky to find this, and to herself Elenor would note that her and Dante's disappearance in the commons was not a complete loss. Surely they would return back with a few salmon, already a good start as hunters of Lubrusca. The she-wolf smiled, leaning into him more as he stroked her leg. Justifying her reasoning for acting as such was somewhere far and stored away in her mind. For now, everything she did simply felt right, and she didn't want to stress on 'why'. " I know you're not a big fan of fish," he began, leaping onto a small rock that jutted out from the water. " But why don't we have some fu-" in a flash, a large redfish sent the bear of a wolf falling off his pedestal, his head sinking beneath the water below. The action was so fast, Elenor hardly had time to react. By the time his head had already resurfaced, Ellie had only just cried out her companion's name, eyes growing wide with panic. She hadn't learned how to swim yet! She had to save Dante from being taken by the current! Alas, the male had everything under control already, as he wasn't hardly close to the middle of the river where it would be deeper. All the while, Elenor had also forgotten that her significant other was far larger than her and, though often in the clouds, perfectly capable of taking care of himself. Dante wasn't stupid. A stunned grin was present on his expression as he found his footing, revealing a large wriggling fish caught in his jaws. While a loud hearty laugh filled the air, Elenor only managed a baffed giggle in response, heart still pounding at the recent incident. Still, her tail waved softly in the air as the dripping wet mass made his way back towards her, offering up his prize. "ake it" he mumbled around the salmon. Stepping forward, Ellie would reach out, accidently bumping noses as her maw wrapped around the large creature. Eskimo kiss... that was unintended. Her cheeks felt hot underneath her fur as her neck coiled back, embarrassed orbs straying towards the ground. Nevertheless, the she-wolf brushed off the incident and killed the fish with one final bite before laying it on the floor a few feet away from the river. " Now, let me try," she would finally say, eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. It was a little scary, considering she could only find a paw hold for three legs, but as confidently as she could manage, Elenor stood upon the same ridge as Dante, her eyes scanning the water carefully. Meanwhile, the she-wolf secretly wished the male could be at her side incase she too fell, but of course a request like that would never leave her lips. It was a preposterous idea. It wasn't like he was her mate or anything. Right? Did she love him? Did she not?
OOC: Ok! I hope this was ok xD no idea where you wanna take this so I kept things fairly neutral.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2017 7:36:18 GMT -8
Although he'd already emerged, her expression still held the haziest, faintest hint of apprehensive concerns, all beautifully disguised by the soft, gentle swishing of her tail. Oh dear - he'd made her worry again, hadn't he? A typical afternoon exchange for the dappled brown ditz, always clumsily accident prone, forever plunging over his own mottled paws. Oafishly brazen, entirely unlike his clever brindled companion in each and every odd sense of the term. She was smart, wonderfully so, clever and craftily analytical in all endeavors. Why, the simple fact she'd tolerated his ditsy, half-minded mishaps was - in itself. miraculous - intelligent, sharp-witted Lubruscan wolves certainly didn't seem in short supply now. And yet, that lovely, beautifully lilted happiness within her eyes had only become stronger, brighter with each wonderful day. The softest, gentlest smile could have sent him reeling happily into a wonderfully bright, wordless bliss he lacked adequate language to describe.
Actually, he did. As she gently slid forwards, wrapping auburn jaws around the pair's unexpected prize, the brindle-striped beauty softly bumped noses, an accidental Eskimo kiss. Embarrassed, she'd recoiled shyly, russet-brown eyes reeling towards the ground. A lighthearted airiness filled his features, his tawny-brown tail beating still, balmy air into a frenzy. She was his joy, his perfect happiness. A wonderful ally in every sense of the term, and a fantastically good friend to boot, they'd braved the worst of wolves together, through both thick and thin. Every day had been a beautiful one with her at his side, with her carefully sweet concerns and cleverly playful conversations, a wonderful adventure he'd never have traded. Although he'd aided her in her recovery, it'd been her own sources of knowledge that'd saved them both, even brought them to Lubrusca's beautiful lands in the first place. Amiably, he watched her with idle amusement as she easily snapped their charge, setting it softly by the bank. 'Useless' indeed - he'd seen how the beta, the delta had eyed her. Ignorant, small-minded idiots. He felt a tiny, faint twinge of guilt for the fierceness of the statement, but he believed it wholeheartedly. If they couldn't begin to comprehend El's capability, they weren't even worth her time - or his own, either. Under the sorriest of circumstances, she had shown a resilience, a tenacity the two superiors could only dream of ever obtaining. And throughout their thick and thin, she'd remained somber, level-headed, armed with infinite, wonderfully vast reserves of patience for his playful, happy-go-lucky antics.
"Now, let me try." The mischievous hint to her tone snapped him from his reverie, a playful auburn brow arched curiously at him. Autumn-brown eyes analyzed the banks with quiet wariness; a single tawny paw tensed up to strike at near any given moment. Then suddenly, with full wrenching force, reality struck, a stark epiphany stretching before him. He wanted this wonderful moment, this brilliantly perfect bliss to last a lifetime. It wasn't Lubrusca's bright, lush beauty, it wasn't the whimsy nostalgia of the run, but rather, her. He didn't want another wolf at his side - he couldn't have even imagined a life where he'd never crossed her path. Softly, he slipped by her one-legged side, a small, gentle source of security as he contemplated his next move. What exactly were the words one said when they wanted a wolf at their side forever? And suppose, just suppose, that she desired something different? Within a minute, a moment, a heartbeat, he'd made his decision. This was the wolf that he loved, a wonderful adoration that grew ever greater with each day. He'd tell her the trust - it seemed only sincere that she knew the impact she'd had on him. Idly, he brushed his broad head against her own, resting it just on top of her own for a moment as he picked his words. "Did you know you make me happier then anything else in the world?" Softly, he bent his sorrel head, swiping a salmon tongue against her cheek before he returned his head to its previous, initial position atop her own; a soft, contented sigh leaving parted lips.
"I love you."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2017 17:31:24 GMT -8
Without hesitation her companion slipped in beside her, supporting her as he always did. Elenor turned to smile at him, bright features lighting up as her orbs locked with his. She always wondered if she appeared differently looking at someone she cared about, as if they could understand her feelings just by reading the joy that sparkled in her hues. Was it possible? The she-wolf searched his eyes, experimenting if she could read his emotions. No, she realized suddenly that she was staring and subconsciously moving closer to him. What the hell was she doing? He wasn't a magnet, yet she felt her body yearning to be closer, always closer. The soft murmur of the rushing river grew to a roar once again, Elenor waking up to the sensations of their surroundings. Right, they were fishing. If they didn't bring back fish to Lubrusca they might be kicked out as quickly as they had been accepted. This was the slyest she had ever seen Dante; slipping off into the forest like shadows so that they could mingle as good companions alone. In the back of her mind a little red button seemed to flash, warning her that what they were doing was wrong, at least considering they had just joined the pack, but she swallowed down the threats of discovery. This moment was simply too go to want to give up for, what, sitting around in the commons or going off to hunt with the other hunters? She couldn't imagine how boring that would prove to be. Why had they joined Lubrusca in the first place? As rogues they had all the time in the world to enjoy life's features and each other's company. So, why did they come? Oh, right, it was the sense of security and family ties that they desired, not to mention the lush greenery that no rogue lands had. Soft hair entwined with hers, resting gently on the back of her neck while Dante's muzzle rested on her head. Normally, she would take the gesture as another friendly mishap of his, considering he always did things that could be considered flirty if she over thought it. Yet, here and now, the air felt too thick to consider this anything friendly. She could feel her body tensing slightly, heart thumping as if it were about to explode within her chest. The she-wolf merely froze, staring wide-eyed into the river that drifted past. Until now, she hadn't even realized how close they were. Her flank was pressed against his, practically consumed by his huge figure. Elenor could vaguely feel the rhythmic beat of his heart, and his pleasant scent surrounded her. " Did you know you make me happier than anything else in the world?" he would say, his tongue caressing her cheek for a moment before he resumed his original position. Her heart skipped a beat. What was she supposed to say? Her maw opened slightly, but she couldn't form anything. Should she agree? Should she embrace his odd hug? Would standing there look like she was rejecting him? Why was she stressing so much about what to do? Why couldn't she just do something normal like a normal wolf. Apart from that, what did he mean? Dante was just a happy wolf altogether, so didn't everyone make him happy? He did say anything more than anything. She had meant nothing to anyone for the past year; this hardly felt real. Surely her companion was just drunk in the moment. A romantic mood was falling into place and she couldn't help but feel the need to say whatever nonsense that came to mind. She wanted to prove as alluring to him, but her legs were still frozen into place, not to mention she couldn't imagine any seductive she-wolf with three legs. Didn't he find something about her attractive? Elenor cast away the insecure thoughts, finally finding the courage to do something. A mottled tail gentle glided up the brutes leg, meanwhile she would slowly lift her muzzle upward as to nuzzle Dante's neck. Still, she found herself frozen once again as the words slipped effortlessly from his mouth. "I love you." Now she had to respond. If she used her head and thought about it too much, Elenor knew she was doomed to sound awkward and end the moment. And so, she let her emotions guide her, body now in control. Reaching up further, Ellie let her maw rest right next to the brutes ear, eyes closed as she whispered, " I'll always love you more," before biting at his ear with great temptation. Their fishing would have to idle on pause for a little bit. .:Short Time Skip:.
Her small body rested comfortably within his, head resting next to his. The mood had finally died down, exposing this time of relaxation and silence. All that disturbed them was the blissful chirps of birds above. The she-wolf was tired, but her mind remained active regarding what was next. They were mates now, as if it wasn't already apparent that they had something going on, but Elenor was bound to bare puppies at some point, surely. It was simply how a wolf's life worked, the basic procedure being after you found a mate pups were and ultimate future sighting. But was Dante thinking of the same thing? Did he even want to be a father? "You don't suppose a few extra bodies would put a damper on our relationship, do you?" she would inquire softly, rolling over to meet his eyes with curiosity. If he didn't understand her, Elenor would elaborate, pondering over his reaction on pups. Now that their lives were a lot more stable within a pack, they could easily start a family... with the Alphess' permission, she had completely forgotten. No matter, action had already pursued, and if she were fertile enough pregnancy would be unavoidable and show in the coming month or two.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2017 13:56:43 GMT -8
At first, he'd felt her stiffen, lithe muscles lightly tensed against his own heartier ones. He'd only gotten a glimpse of her ochre reflection, her golden, bright gaze staring wide-eyed. Softly, a sorrel tail slipped up his leg; a gentle, loving gesture ensuring her own happiness. Gingerly, she lifted a lightly dappled muzzle, pressing it further into the fine silken fur cloaking his chest, before raising and resting it just against an ebony tipped ear. "I'll always love you more," she whispered softly, before delivering a deft, light nip to his ear. His pulse hammered in his ears, thundering as something melted softly within him. Everything became enchanted, gloriously exquisite as everything became wonderfully, beautifully new. Everything he'd ever contemplated suddenly made sensationally good sense; a perfect, absolute sense of belonging, of togetherness he only hoped lasted eternity. He could have remained here, in this one, spectacularly beautiful moment between them for the rest of his life; time and space appearing wholly irrelevant towards the two of them. It's be absolute bliss if he remained here forever, eternally basking within her warmth, her beauty. Alas, something wonderfully serene beckoned him from his comfortable position, luring him far away from their rivetingly beautiful riverbank.
~ Momentary Time Skip ~
Every muscle lay perfectly lax, calmly loosened within afternoon warmth. Silence had settled upon the united pair, allowing for a period of quiet rest and relaxation. There was something uniquely satisfying in simply basking in another's presence; silently, peacefully savoring their form, their nature without any words necessary. All that disturbed them was a slight bit of bird chirping; a cheerfully apparent playfulness between pairs. How much like him and his lover, clinging to each soft warbling sound. While her form had rested comfortably within his, her eyes and ears had remained intensely alert, quietly attentive to the softest of sounds. He could practically hear the grinding, clicking gears turning within her restless head; the details indeterminable by any possible achievable means. 'What is it?' He longed to ask, ease any potential anxieties over their own future. Would that be intrusive? She could be contemplating the beauty of bird's songs, enjoying the silent noon symphony, or simply thinking nothing at all. Softly, he swiped a salmon tongue over her forehead, a gently comforting gesture in case she was silently harboring worry. Silence, for now at least, appeared the best approach, a quiet assurance of the other's presence.
"You don't suppose a few extra bodies would put a damper on our relationship, do you?" She inquired sweetly, rolling onto an onyx side as bright amber eyes met his own. A few extra... bodies? Were other wolves now coming to join them? Did she have some distant family in Lubrusca now looking to move in? Her eyes held a hint of curiosity, the same pondering sense of the unknown. Perhaps she wasn't fully aware of the 'bodies' they were expecting? And then, all of a sudden, it struck him, as glaringly apparent as her puzzled gaze. Why, puppies! Naturally the next step for a pair of lovebirds; five or six wonderfully soft, innocently playful fluffballs equal parts him and her. A damper - it'd practically ignite it! He couldn't have picture an ending as perfect, an entire litter to love and nurture as long as they lived. And in such a sensationally beautiful home as Lubrusca - of course, he vaguely remember some complications of having to first gain authority from Alphas - but regardless! A family entirely of their own! It was exactly what they'd wanted, exactly what they'd sought for so desperately this entire time. "I think," he began, his tone playful teasing, "a few extra bodies would only make it more perfect. If that were even possible."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2017 13:37:31 GMT -8
It was evident in her mates face as he carefully processed her inquiry, perhaps unsure of what she was referring to. Well, she had worded her sentence in a rather odd way. But his confusion also told her she was thinking way ahead of the game than he, and in some ways this made her nervous. Would he not want pups? What if she were to become pregnant and Dante abandoned her, unfit to be a father? She would hate herself for all eternity if she ever uttered this aloud, but Elenor simply could not imagine herself appreciating her young to her fullest ability knowing that their father abandoned her and Dante's traits were passed down to a litter of burdens she had to take care of. It was selfish, surely, but the idea of having a constant reminder of what he left her with seemed absolutely dreadful. Not to say she didn't want a bundle of pups in her life. Worry engulfed her expression, overthinking everything and letting anxiety plague such a blissful moment. All was pushed aside, though, the moment her mate opened his mouth. His baritone voice was reassuring with every word spoken, a sort of playfulness dancing on his tone and putting the lupine at ease. Elenor leaned toward him, nuzzling her face into his fur for a brief moment. With his approval, now all that was required was Ventus' consent. The she-wolf couldn't bring herself to ask that of the alpha today, though, not after all the commotion that had already happened. Unfortunately, the question wasn't avoidable, and she feared if she waited to a point where pregnancy was already hinting, Ventus might be infuriated and send her away. After all, if she was already pregnant, asking to have pups was just pointless. Elenor pulled away from Dante, a shy smile appearing on her features as she brought her somewhat troubled gaze to the floor. " We will have to tell Ventus soon - but not today," she shook her head quickly, anxiety gripping at her heart. " Meanwhile, we should get back to fishing and bring something back to camp, otherwise we might find ourselves in trouble," the lupine smiled at her mate, finding his eyes before getting to her paws and licking the top of his head in an affectionate gesture. It seemed so wrong ending their intimate moment so suddenly, and as the she-wolf hobbled back to the river, Dante at her side, she felt herself wanting to cancel once again just so she could cuddle with the playful male once again. It was obvious that her free-willed spirit had not yet coped with this demanding pack life, but then they had only been apart of Lubrusca for an hour or two. Unless the pair wanted to surrender their now peaceful lives for the harsh realities of rogue life, they would have to make themselves useful here rather than a burden to all. Surely the reasons why Elenor felt at peace were not solely based on this new sense of security? The sound of rushing water reminded her of the task at hand. When they returned, Elenor would have to hide all traces that they were all but working in the time passed. She could only hope little questions would be asked of them as long as they brought back food to prove their devotion to Lubrusca.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2017 13:05:56 GMT -8
For a moment, the faintest, softest flash of fear entered flaxen eyes; a tense, nervous anxiety over the pair's new potential future. Was it over the beauties she'd hinted towards having? His words, however, reassured her, all worried anxieties melting into a tender affection. Gently, his brindle-striped beauty pressed her pitch dark hide further into his own, comfortably half-curled within his warmth. There, for a few wonderful, fantastic moments, she remained; carefree, perfectly content to remain wrapped up within him for all eternity. Softly, a shy, gentle smile found her feature, a bravely attempted mask for her found worries. "We will have to tell Ventus soon - but not today," she began, shaking her sorrel head. "Meanwhile, we should get back to fishing and bring something back to camp, otherwise we might find ourselves in trouble." Alas, as much as he hated to have to end the moment, their reality beckoned. They needed to prove their worth, showcase their sense of value to Ventus and their Lubruscan packmates - and what better way then with a successful hunt? Besides, if they brought a large amount back, Ventus might approve of whatever they needed to go tell her. Smoothly, a salmon tongue slipped over his ochre forehead as he lifted himself, stretching long, dappled limbs behind him.
"Sounds good to me!" he barked, his tone still holding the happy lightheartedness he'd spoken with previously. Softly, he slipped by her one-legged side as she resumed her rightful position, quietly providing the same gentle security. Salmon were slippery, difficult catches, but carried a valuable, solid mass of meat, plentiful within a rare autumn run such as this. Five to six catches should provide a perfectly adequate meal for Ventus's five offspring, a fine amount for a first contribution. And they'd already caught a first, entirely by accident! All victory took was timing; swiping a sable paw at just the right moment to ensure success. Softly, he stretched his jaws, hovering just besides the burgundy flashes, as he contemplated their catching. Suddenly, with a wonderful stroke of thought, an idea materialized, the same tactic he'd used when hunting minnows. "Hey El," he whispered, his voice holding the haziest, faintest hint of mischief; unable to hide a subtle, faint swish of his tail. "Why don't we have some fun?" He quipped, hoping a little adventure would ease worries. No further need to think of angered, irritable Alphas, pack life's pressures, or their own future offspring - right now, they'd have fun and whisk all worried tension far away from here. Gesturing for her to wait by their boulder, he waded a few extra feet into the water, just till it soaked the soft fur surrounding his shoulders. From there, he lifted his dappled head, granting a ginger tail reign to whip as it pleased. "Are you ready El?" He yipped happily, wriggling his calico haunches. Upon receiving her answer, he'd rear up, slamming down sorrel paws into the bright crystal basin, sending a fine array of sanguine bodies soaring up in terror. "Catch!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2017 13:30:06 GMT -8
It was evident that Dante was equally unhappy to be put back to work, but this display of discontent only lasted for seconds before her mate joined her with a giddy swish of his tail. The familiar river reappeared into her vision as the pair broke through the forest, meeting the water's edge as particles of dirt skimmed passed. Along with that, numerous hues of red and orange whipped past, almost unrealistically as if it were her imagination. No, Ellie's eyes darted as a salmon courageously left the water's surface, displaying its pretty colors while spraying sparkling drops of liquid in its magnificent performance. The lupine almost found herself wanting to be that fish too, so carefree as it flew alongside family and friends, all with one goal to pass their offspring on to live their vivid life. Well, one thing was for sure: her life was getting better and better by the minute. Perhaps she just needed to release the binding vines of anxiety and bath in her blissful life; as carefree as the salmon. "Hey El," The she-wolf turned her attention towards the large brute, contemplating that obvious spark of interest in his eyes. What was he up to now? "Why don't we have some fun?" he barked. What was that geared toward? Elenor wanted to refuse, assuming her pup-like mate meant playing in the autumn leaves or some unproductive activity of the sorts. They couldn't afford to waste any more time dilly dallying. Alas, Dante has already gestured for her to move to a position as he slid into the river, and Elenor could do nothing but sigh to herself and abide to his wishes. The lupine found herself waiting upon the boulder once again, silently questioning what Dante would do. What, would he catch the fish himself and toss them to her? That was a decent idea, but not so fun, much less would she feel of much use besides delivering the fish to the grassy floor. Speaking of which, where was their last fish? Hopefully the deceased prey wouldn't have already collected too many flies, or better yet another animal that stole their prize. Just as Ellie targeted their first salmon, still resting fresh on the river bank, a bright array of water droplets flew over her head followed by numerous salmon. It was like a waterfall flowing just above her figure, delivering squirming fish that desperately tried to find the river once again. Suddenly in her haze of awe, a rather bulky salmon landed squarely on the back of her head, sending her almost reeling into the river. Barely catching herself, the lupine was quick to turn her head just as one of the last few fish came her way. Upon stretching her neck a bit, Elenor caught the fish just before it hit the river. With pride, the she-wolf turned to Dante, eyes shining. Through the mouthful of fish he likely couldn't detect her smile, but she was beaming. She managed not to fall! Admittedly Elenor was realizing that she was growing much stronger on three legs. Surely their alphess could make a fine hunter out of her! Tossing her head, Ellie would throw the fish away towards their other one after killing it in a swift blow. " Keep em' coming!" she called, turning to face the male once again. This time she was prepared, standing as if she were bracing for impact as she awaited another wall of prey. Without Dante, she never would have considered hunting being such fun.
OOC: Not super long but I needed to get this out >.<
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2017 14:05:22 GMT -8
Salutary Snow Rose The searing flames whipped violently against Snow Rose's gorgeous fur, pain pounding through her body as she pushed herself to her limits, muscles screaming against every bound and leap that she took. A clump of herbs was held tightly between her jaws, her grip on the precious plant life growing even tighter as the sight of flowing water through the trees spurred her onwards. Snow Rose barked against the throbbing in her lungs that begged her to gasp for air, but the suffocating smoke that surrounded her was something that she wouldn't be able to digest.
Relief jolted her bones as she cleared the trees, paws not even caring about the harsh transition from grass to gravel as she practically flung her body into the shallows of the river, her limbs collapsing as the sweet feeling of cool water washed gently over the minor burns that had been inflicted around her rump. The grip around her herbs loosened ever so slightly as she whimpered through a small smile. She had made it in one piece...but it seemed that she was the first one to have made it out of the flames.
Horror suddenly replaced the relief, her figure trembling from exhaustion as she began to frantically scan the edge of the tree line and the length of the river, praying to any god that would listen that the rest of the pack would appear any moment now. But what disturbed her the most was the absence of Macha, the pup that she had been tasked with guiding to the river. She had hoped that the youngling had simply run ahead or gone with Mochi, which meant that if the white brute didn't burst through that tree-line with Macha in tow, she would never forgive herself for letting the young female out of her sight. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2017 7:18:39 GMT -8
The faintest, softest flash of green breached just beyond the boundaries of his vision, penetrating callous thick curls of smoke. Faint hazed flashes of flame leapt at thick alabaster fur, crackling with course amusement. Tongues of torrid flame now failed to roar up from gaping fiery caverns; sudden ash showers a previous threat the pair had long since left behind. Now, only faint ornery flickers of flame crackled from their ashen expanse, singing large, sensitive paws as they ambled over. Smoke permeated any previous glimpse of greenery; drab, ashen dust coating all color. Nostrils twitched once tepidly; searing black smoke cruelly singing broad, sensitive lungs as he attempted to locate where smoke waned thinnest. Limp paws loosely sprawled across his alabaster form, restricting pace to little more then a light-footed amble. Only by inhaling the sharp, pungent scent had breaching the blackened walls been possible, a potential refuge promised within each contorted, thinning cloud of soot. Luck - only luck, seemingly - had guided him and his wounded bundle from their fiery pit, terrible, singing tongues of flame lingering further beyond within burnt woods. Pulsating, thick pain throbbed dully between large brown eyes as he attempted to affix blurred vision; bold, dazzling blues dancing between thick, blotches of green. Salvation! Eagerly, he stumbled through the thin tree barrier, forgetting only for a moment of his wounded rider. Surely, his slow pace hadn't worked any wonders, if anything, impeding any remaining advantage the yearling had left. He could go coddle over his own burnt paws another time - for now, he'd set her down and give her a look. Gently slumping his shoulders, the sable yearling slipped off smoothly, her short fall cushioned by lush, bright greenery bathing the river's banks. Was Snow there yet? Surely, the sweet, gentle she-wolf would know what to do. Carefully, he nudged her into position, taking care to ensure her singed hind was exposed to fresh air, awkwardly splayed at the wrong angle. The bone had been snapped at just above her left hip, leaving the little thing paralyzed; pink flesh peeking from gaping wounds. The flesh there had been almost burnt away in all entirety, melting thin, malleable flesh and fur alike, her entire hindquarters singed. Poor thing - and such a young age! He raised his eyes, desperately scanning the bank's emptily broad expanse - as much as he'd wanted to help, this breached far beyond anything he was ever capable of. Oh, if only- There, by the river banks! The snow white she-wolf lay sprawled within the shallows; long, blanched limbs stretched behind her. Flaxen eyes flitted to the tree barriers, an overwhelming apprehension glaringly apparent with each waning twitch. None of their other packmates cleared it - not Blake, not Ventus, not a single, flop-eared pup. His pulse harshly tightened; surely, surely they couldn't have been the only that had made it? "Snow!" he roared, stumbling over glistening, wet gravel. "I've found a-" he choked, his lungs unaccustomed to ash-free air. "I found a pup in the woods, a yearling. Their back is broken - all the skin there, the fur is just - melted. Gone. Snow, could you - could you take a look at her? If anyone could ever hope to fix her-" He shook his head, attempted to clear his contorted vision. "It's you. Follow me please." The little thing lay exactly as he'd left her. A soft, quiet sadness filled his features as he approached. The poor yearling pup must have been in too much pain to move. Why, it wasn't until he'd stolen closer that he'd noticed how deathly still her flank now seemed, unmoving for the faintest, shallowest of breaths. Completely, utterly still. His blood froze within the warmth of his veins, his pulse haltering for the faintest, briefest moment. No - it couldn't be. He nudged her flank with the brunt of his nose, just to be sure, unnoticing the glazed emptiness of previously onyx eyes. Like ice, despite the hell they'd whisked through. Freezing. "Oh Snow," he choked. "She's dead, isn't she?" Tagged: Omega Macha, Salutary Snow Rose |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2017 22:27:24 GMT -8
Salutary Snow Rose The herbs that she had been cradling desperately throughout her sprint through the Lubruscan flames finally left her maw as she gently placed them along the damp stones of the river bank. Snow Rose had been struggling to breath against the plants that had occupied her main air-way entrance, so the breaths that she sucked in where deep and thankful.
Caramel-glazed eyes scanned across the bundle that she had managed to collect. Ferns, camomile, ginger, juniper berries, marigold, lamb's ear, poppy pods, milkweed and a few sage roots lay sprawled in front of her. It was a collection that she could be proud of, despite the fact that the sage roots and marigold would be an experimental replacement thanks to the lack of aloe vera in the area, but it was enough to help anyone that may not have been able to avoid harm while also avoiding the toiling flames that currently spread across one side of the river. Yet Snow Rose lay in the water with an unusual amount of calmness still infused in her blood, ready and prepared for anything else that she may have to face.
"Snow!"
Mochi.
The Salutary jumped to her feet as soon as her eyes found themselves laid upon the figure of her friend and another wolf who lay motionless on the ground. "I've found a-" her friend choked on his words, smoke still invading his lungs. "Breathe Mochi, just breathe," she tried to soothe the male while her eyes darted between him and the body that he had left not too far away. "I found a pup in the woods, a yearling. Their back is broken - all the skin there, the fur is just - melted. Gone. Snow, could you - could you take a look at her? If anyone could ever hope to fix her- It's you. Follow me please."
She could've sworn her heart actually dropped in her chest as she heard the state of this yearling, a pup. She wasted no time as she instinctively grabbed a fern and poppy pod from her pile, practically bounding out of the water without bothering to shake the cold liquid from her dampened fur. She only worried for this unidentified wolf's life as she approached her patient, ready to fall in front of the wounded youngling and not leave their side until there was nothing else that she could do.
Snow Rose did not gag at the unsightly body that lay before her, she had seen worse. Instead, she positioned herself beside the youngling and placed the two herbs she had brought on the ground. First, she needed to clean away all the soot and residue that stained the wounds, and then she needed to somehow get her patient to ingest some poppy seeds. But before she could start her work, Snow Rose's gaze was stuck on the unmoving chest. The unnatural and eery stillness that surrounded the body was the one thing that she had feared to see when looking at her patients, but she knew what the truth was.
"Mochi," she murmured, slowly looking up to the giant. "Oh Snow," From the look on his face and the tone of his voice, he seemed to have figured it out. "She's dead, isn't she?"
Snow slowly nodded before scooping her plants back into her maw and raising herself back up and away from the body, trying to ignore the pain that rattled her heart as she was reminded that death was nothing she could fix. "I'm so sorry Mochi. What you did was very heroic, but her wounds were too extreme." She weaved her words softly before giving him a gentle nudge on the shoulder, urging him back towards the water. "Come and stand in the river where it's safe, I can tend to your wounds if you have any."
Snow Rose made her way back to the cool caress of the water, laying her ferns and poppy pod back with the collection of herbs that she had gathered. The Salutary quickly looked back to the only other wolf who had made it so far, incredibly grateful that one of her friends had escaped the flames. "So are you hurt anywhere?" She questioned, ready to tend to him if needed while waiting with all the hope that she could muster; hope that the Alphess, her pups, the Beta, anyone and everyone would clear the fire and make it to safety. |
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Post by Hunting Superior Parker on Dec 15, 2017 1:47:17 GMT -8
Parker walked slowly through the ashy lands. In the distance, fire still raged, but it's path was leading away from the water. That was good! Fire hated water, so water was both delicious, and safe! He and his precious could rest easy knowing that they had a little bit of safety and some water to drink and clean off in. With a sigh of relief, the giddy male broke into a trot towards the water. Without a moment of hesitation, the golden male leaped exuberantly into the water, his paws splashing as he gave himself a well needed bath.Wading back to the river bank, he got out and instantly turned around to take a big drink. His tongue slapped at the water furiously as gulp after gulp of water slid easily down his throat. "Ahhhhhh," he sighed, taking a few steps back with closed eyes. When he opened his silver gaze again, he looked to Macha, seeing if she had gotten something to drink. As he watched her, his eyes caught movement in the background. There were other wolves! Oh my god! There they were! There was Snow! There was Mochi! Even if the old fluff butt didn't seem to like him all that much, he was still happy to see a familiar face. "Look! Mochi and Snow!" Parker barked, giving Macha a little nudge in their direction. Invigorated with a new energy, the male was so excited to see the two adults that he couldn't help but sprint over to where the two adults were looking over something. He stayed close to Macha, knowing that she probably wanted to see Mochi. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he galloped with his lanky frame over to the protection that adult wolves offered. He must look a fright! A soggy, slightly ashy, teenager barreling full speed towards them. Who couldn't love that!? As he got closer, he realized that the thing they were looking at was a wolf, a very familiar wolf at that! She was laying there, and Snow had some herbs in her mouth, so he could only assume that the fire had gotten to her. Snow was going to heal her though! She had herbs! Those were used to heal from what all he knew! He even pointed out a flower to her! Snow Rose could heal! Snow Rose had to heal her! His gallop slowed as Snow stepped away, without even using the herbs. His stomach sunk. Nuh uh. There was no way! No! "Shibaan!" Parked yelled, picking up a sprint that was even more urgent than before. "SHIBAAN!" he screamed, coming to a halt near her body. His paws skidded in the ash, but he held on, his frantic gaze taking in all of what his friend once was. Her back was all messed up, her skin peeling and missing. Her muscles were charred, highlighting the pale bone that stuck out of her haunches. He wanted to throw up. She wasn't moving. She wasn't breathing. She wasn't part of this world anymore. Tears streamed freely from his eyes as memories flooded his brain. His rump hit the ground as those many months ago caught up to him. In the muddy pines, it was Joktan who had found him, Prim, and Shibaan all at the same time. They bonded together, they arrived at Lubrusca together! A sniffle left his frame as he shook in grief. They had grown up in Lubrucsa together. Just hours ago, she had helped him babysit Ventus' pups! They were pine cone gathering buddies! Full sobs were leaving his frame now as tears ran straight down his cheeks. "Shibaan," he warbled brokenly, still sitting next to what he refused to believe was her corpse. She couldn't be gone! She just couldn't be! It wasn't possible! No! No! No! No! His head tossed back into the air as a broken howl left his lips. It warbled through the air with all the sorrow that the pup had ever experienced. He was more upset than when Uncle Jok had died. Shibaan was close to him, she was one of two other wolves in the pack that were around his age for months. Of course, now he had Macha, but Shibaan leaving him left a huge hole in his heart. His teary eyes looked towards the two adults that were in the river. The pair of white coats gave him comfort in the fact that he found two protectors, but clenched his heart when he knew that they either didn't or couldn't help Shibaan. He hoped it was the second. He hoped that Snow Rose hadn't just given up on her. She couldn't have, right? Turning to the charred body of one of his closest friends, he pressed his tear stained face against her charred head. With a sniffle, he finally moved himself away from her body. Slowly, he dragged himself over to the stream and sat himself down. He didn't even look up to see where Macha was. He only sat in the river, watching the water flow over his paws and mix with the tears that fell from his cheeks. Omega Macha Salutary Snow Rose @mochi |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 18:28:23 GMT -8
"I'm so sorry Mochi." Soft, intangible sorrows dripped from each fettered word; the slightest, gentlest slip of anguish gilding her golden gaze. No need for her apology - he'd been to blame for the little one's loss. Her wounds had been severe, true; perhaps holding every hint of fatality even upon receiving well done, accurate treatment - but, he could've hurried. Put his own horrendously stupid pain aside for one fantastic moment as he attempted to save a life and moved at a pace swifter than shamble. Summoned the slightest bit of strength, willpower, stamina, drained his dried vestiges down to the tiniest drop and persevered admirably. No. Far too much to ask for. Instead, he'd placed his own needs center stage, never once taking into consideration that the delicate balance differing between life and death rested entirely in his paws. So what, his blistered paws throbbed against the ash? That pumice cruelly penetrated beyond long blanched lashes? That smoke had seared his tissue to a blackened ash? It was nothing! A scratch, a scrape, compared to the terrors, the agonies the yearling must've endured on the journey. It wasn't her wounds, her burns that had killed her; it was his self-centered, egotistical selfishness that ultimately robbed her of her last goodbyes. If anything, he should have apologized to Snow. "What you did was very heroic, but her wounds were too extreme." Heroic. What a wonderful irony. He could have bought her a minute, an hour, a day at the very least. Instead, he'd damned her to seconds. How utterly heroic. Softly, her snow kissed snout nudged his shoulder, her own half-hearted attempt towards coaxing him closer, just close enough so that she could tend his wounds and whisk him far away from their fetid corpse. "Come and stand in the river where it's safe," Snow gestured sweetly. "I can tend to your wounds if you have any." Her intentions held nothing short of sweetness, he was sure, but he'd just dealt enough damage for the day - for a lifetime. Why go waste valuable herbs when time would heal every bit as beautifully? Burns rarely ever responded to herbal remedies either - leave them to the truly wounded. "It's alright, Snow," he muttered, feigning the faintest hint of a smile. She'd already begun wading her way back, beginning to sort her small collection of compiled herbs. A question's lilt gripped scorched grey ears - whether or not he was alright. Slowly, he allowed his legs to coil beneath him; soft, wet soil soothing his seared underside. "I'm alright, Snow. I'll heal in time." He allowed his broad head to rest against his ashen bundle's side, gently shutting out the outside world for a hazed, faint heartbeat. "I'm sorry. Just - just for a few minutes." He'd only had his eyes closed for seconds. A moment to meditate and mourn the nameless little one's loss, a final apology of sorts before her burial. It was only fitting. Deep, rooted dread twisted his innards as he felt where flesh had failed her, scented her charred flesh. This was but the beginning. How many buried dead by night's end? Suddenly, a sharp, biting shriek pierced marbled ears; each lilt enveloped in an unmistakable youthful terror. He adjusted himself sharply, with a guarded awareness, warily shifting large, silver ears towards the original source of the sound. Faint, a fair distance away, but discernable. Single word. Two syllables. She - no - Shiba - Shibaan. Not a word, at least within their language, a - a name? "Shibaan!" A muddied, ashen mess skidded by - Shibaan's? - body, paws scrabbling pitifully to a halt. The golden - now greyish - brat that befriended his daughter. No doubt the Lubruscan natives had grown up alongside each other, from playfully ditsy pups to ambitiously bold adolescents. They'd both be in the middle of a unique apprenticeship for their fordetermined roles at their age, pursuing their place within the world. Life's cruelest lesson now lay spread before the flaxen yearling - the loss of loved ones. Hoarse, mangled howls tore through his throat as he murmured her name, pressing a pumice head against her own ashen one. A lesson he'd learned all too well, from the looks of it. Macha! His darling had surely made it out - Snow was there, she had to have made it! Abruptly, he jerked himself upwards, scrambling to still tender paws - and there, just a few meager feet before Parker's heels lingered the loveliest onyx pelt he'd ever laid eyes on. "Macha," he whispered, gently wrapping himself around his ashen girl. Her pelt held a fine ashen layer of soot, tousled with soft, wet soil - but no burns. Not the smallest, tiniest slip of a wound, as unharmed as she'd been the day they'd met. A salmon tongue swiped the top of her onyx head; a gentle, loving gesture long overdue. To think, he'd come so close - no, he'd never, ever take Macha for granted again, not for as long as they lived. "I missed you. Missed you so, so much. I'm never leaving you like that again. Never, ever, ever." He murmured half to her, half to himself, pressing her clouded form closer within his own. "No more fire. No more smoke. Just - us." A golden-eyed gaze greeted his own. "I'll make sure of it. I promise." Tagged: Omega Macha, Hunting Superior Parker, Salutary Snow Rose |
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Post by Alphess Ventus on Jan 12, 2018 10:08:35 GMT -8
| | Alphess Ventus of Lubrusca | It had spread in the matter of minutes. Consuming her land and devastating her pack. Looking back towards the commons as she was escaping with her pups, tears were already welling in her eyes. Why did this have to happen right now? She questioned the earth and its terrible deeds, but knew that there was something that had triggered this fire. She wasn't sure what, but nature did dastardly things when there seemed to be peace. Ventus was limping, but she was hoping that her pups had made it safely to the river already. She had been separated from her pups, and she knew that they would hopefully flee to their survival and had listened to her when she had said to meet by the river. Of course, her pups barely knew where that was, but she hoped they would come out okay. Her right hind leg was badly burned, and it seemed that blisters were forming on the top layer of skin already, which was not a good sign at all. She hoped that Snow Rose could treat this wound, but she wasn't sure if there were any others that were wounded. She could wait if so.
Looking towards the river as it approached, she saw that there were wolves there, but no pups at all besides Parker. Looking frantically around, she hoped that her pups were okay,
and that they weren't hurt. She couldn't lose them right now. Not when she had lost Joktan, Snowpaw and Connor already. She couldn't lose something close to her again. As her fiery orange eyes looked upon the devastated pack, she saw that there was a dead pup lying in their midst near Snow Rose. Bringing herself closer, she looked to see that it was Shibaan, one of the wolves that was still growing up within the pack. She had watched the she-wolf earlier as she was watching her pups with Parker. The poor lad was sitting by the river, seemingly crying from the pain of knowing that one of his closest friends was gone. Bringing herself to limp over towards Snow Rose, she looked to the Salutary with grim eyes. "Is this the only casualty?" She asked in a hushed voice, looking towards the she-wolf with hope that there were no other wolves that were harmed. But Ventus knew that with the lacking presence of some of her wolves, she was going to have to accept that their pack had been ruined once again. | OOC: Salutary Snow Rose Hunting Superior Parker Omega Macha @mochi @dante @elenor Beta Lysic @fenrir Sentinel Hydran Hunter Devika
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