Lubrusca
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Hunter
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1Y 7M
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Post by Hunting Superior Parker on Jun 28, 2018 2:28:17 GMT -8
Timeskip: 6 Months Change seemed to be a theme in Parker's adopted pack. Seasons were unavoidable; the chill of winter crashing down onto Lubrusca and snuffing out the last dregs of heat from the fire long ago. His golden coat had grown longer in response, wrapping his growing frame in a perfect blanket. He himself had exhausted his final spurts of growing, reaching close enough to his final height to know that he would have to adjust in order to play properly. And hunt too! He had a job to do after all. The boring dredges of responsibility had caught up with him, forcing him to participate. Another huge change, Mr Grumpy Paws had become Alpha, making his metaphorical leash even tighter when it came to a) goofing off and having fun and b) hanging out with his daughter. He had managed to set up a routine where he and Macha would share his den a few nights a week to conserve body heat, in part because, well, Macha and in part to watch her dad stiffen up every time they went to sleep. The last big change was that it seemed that new wolves to play with continued to pop up systematically in Lubrusca. Dante, the fish wolf, had a litter, providing him with two new playmates, a shy baby, and an owl. Frankly, none of the changes were all that bad! In the hole he had dug while the earth was still soft, the gilded yearling schnuffed in a breath as he woke up, his legs pushing away from his body instinctively to wake himself up further. He would've loved to sleep in, but Ventus and the Mochster would probably give him an earful if he didn't get up with the rest of the pack. Early rays of light warmed his back fur that was closest to the entrance of his den. Sleeping usually got him all turned around unless there was something, recently a special someone, to stop him from twisting about. Speaking of, the angel's tone that was her voice had called out his name, giving very little time to formulate a plan for when she reached him. Flipping himself around quickly so that his head rested on his paws near the entrance of his den, he fought hard to hide a smile as the crunch of familiar paws approached. "G-go-od mor-orning, P-Parker!" the sweet sound of Macha's voice caressed his ears as he hid the smile that couldn't help but blossom on his face. As a slightly damp paw pressed into his frame, Parker flicked his front paws, sending a small spray of frozen crystals up at his crush, a bark of laughter erupting out of him. Shimmying out of his den with a beaming smile on his face and shaking off his pelt of the dirt he had accumulated, Parker waited a moment before he could see that Macha could actually hear him. How he hadn't realised that she was deaf before, he didn't know. Perhaps he was just to caught up in her beauty to notice something so trivial. "Good morning, Macha!" Parker barked back, his tail already wagging behind him. If there was something that hadn't changed, it was the yearling's nearly constant good mood and high spirits. Pawing together a small pile of loose snow, Parker flicked his smoke eyes up to meet Macha's ochre pair. "Wanna have a..." he paused momentarily before he batted some more snow at Macha, "Snow fight?" A beaming grin warped around the blonde male's face, taking in what the snow he had already flicked had done. On the tips of perfectly mottled blacks browns and silvers lay a thin layer of splattered white. Hopefully, she would join him in playing in the snow, because really, what else was there to do with snow? Eat it? Nah. Even if she didn't want to, he would at least help her get the snow he had flicked onto her off. He wouldn't want to make her catch a cold, especially when things like herbs, which he had learned from Macha were more leaves than flowers, were in short supply. Omega Macha Apprentice Maddox @mochi Alphess Ventus @therestofy'allawake
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2018 12:09:25 GMT -8
One day, when she was old and fail with nothing better to do, the lupine longed to visit the base of those mountains. For even someone young, healthy and agile like her, the mountains would prove to treacherous of a journey to climb. No, she just wondered some days how enormous those giant rocks would look from the base. Like an ant staring up at a small hill. Perspective really poked at her curiosity sometimes.
Without fail, the soft murmur of her pack reached her hideout, indicating that she had little time left to herself. And not even that, it seemed, as she had heard the clumsy little footsteps of one of the pups a distance away following here. Female, she detected by her scent, so obviously either Basil or Cecilia. Turning over her shoulder, Prim eventually spotted the creamy figure of the tiny pup nosing towards her. Normally the young adult wouldn't have been pleased, as she never got along with the bouncy playful behavior pups displayed. That was the hardest barrier she had to deal with in her own youth; being too mature. On the contrary, thankfully Cecilia wasn't that bad most days. She was shy, so it was surprising to find her climbing right up onto Prim's flank.
"Good morning Ceci," she would chime in her rather pleasant sounding voice, casually turning her head back to the mountains. There was an awkward pause of silence as Prim contemplated on what to talk about. She was never good at conversing with anyone - pups and adults alike. She was just a workaholic, and she hardly had anything on her mind besides that. With that said, she couldn't think of a better topic than what the pups were learning in life. "How have your hunting skills been? Have you mastered your stealth yet?" Prim continued to look off into the distance, thinking. She would then turn and smile at the small bundle laying on her. "I could hear you coming the moment you approached me. And your brothers are even worse," the lupine chuckled slightly, gesturing with her tail in the direction that the puppish yaps were still coming from. They had a lot of work still.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2018 11:58:04 GMT -8
Push came to shove rather fast that morning, as if she had never gotten a wink of sleep the moment she closed her eyes hours ago. With luck this night, Basil was on the edge of the pup pile they snuggled in every night, and thus a little less squished. She had room to breath and adjust for once, something she could hardly complain about. Still, as the sun peeked over the horizon, her brothers Maddox and Milo were the first to scramble out the den, clawing her in the flank while they were at it. After their departure, though it seemed the peace had finally returned momentarily, Cecila was next to up and leave their cozy den. Basil lifted her drowsy head, squinting into the bright white world outside their bed. Nascha remained asleep, leaving Basil to fend for herself for a while. Lazy limbs drug her out of the den and into the frigid cold beyond. Not many had awoken yet it seemed, and though tagging along with her brothers seemed like the best idea, the little girl had something else in mind. The small black pup sauntered off, having to hop through the freshly laid snow in some areas to move forward. Tiniest of her siblings, the winter had proved the most trouble to her, with both unbalanced legs and thick snow holding her back from fun. Eventually she found her way over to two of the older pups, or rather adolescents, who she recalled as Parker and Macha. Basil paused warily a few feet away from them, unsure if she really wanted to play with anyone but her family. But then, a rather devious thought came across her. With luck, she could find herself doing even more fun things with the big kids! Then her brothers would really be jealous of their sister, going off to explore the area or hunt rabbits. Now reassured, the ebony she-wolf wagged her tail ferociously as she came forward, smiling eagerly at the tall adolescents. " Hey! Can I join?? I can be like a weasel!" immediately the lupine burrowed into the soft snow, covering her dark body in the powder before playfully leaping up towards Macha. As she landed, though notably more like a fish on her side, the pup scrambled to nimbly paw at Parkers flank.
Mentioned: Omega Macha , Hunting Superior Parker , Warrior NaschaOOC: Not my best o-o
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Post by Sentinel Hydran on Jul 3, 2018 19:51:30 GMT -8
TIMESKIP: 6 MONTHSIt has been six entire months since the fire had raged over Lubrusca territory. He didn't remember much of the incident, his most vivid memory from it was waking up, a pretty bad pain on his rump and meeting up with his remaining siblings, mother and a bunch of other fellow pack members. The male had been told of Erramun and Lirik's demise on that same day, practically minutes after his comeback into conciousness. The news affected him badly back then, and it still hurt to think about his siblings, let alone speak. The first few weeks though, those were the worst. Hydran felt extremely sad, tired to do anything of actual value, as if anything he did was just not worth the time. What was the point of doing stuff if everything could just crumble one day so easily? But, after some time, he got tired of being a waste of air, of not helping, of just standing around as if Erra and Lirik were going to come back if he prayed and cried hard enough. Even Lysic, who was literally half blind, had been doing more stuff than him. The only thought that crossed his mind as of now? It's my turn to be useful.. Flashforward six months, the pack had been progressing inmensely, which is not strange, considering that from rock bottom, one only can go up. And alongside Lubrusca, Hydran grew too. Both metaphorally and literally speaking, that is. The crossed breed had become just a little more patient, a tad harder to piss off. With mental growth came vocabulary too, which he implemented at the full of his six month old brain for his sassy antics. The now Hunter, had grown taller and stronger too. He could feel it, and he liked it. The male had taken a strong liking in fighting, usually sparring with his siblings for training sakes. Only thing one could be sure that had not changed of him was his desire to protect. With two of his siblings deep underground already, and being a first-paw witness of the sadness that loosing a loved one can bring along, the male was not gonna let it happen again. Not to his siblings, not to his mother, or anyone else. Walking through the now snowy forest, Hydran watched his surroundings, the cold sun of winter watching over Lubrusca's territories as he did so. Though, on his path to nowhere in particular, he came across two fellow members, the yearlings, Parker and Macha. The first one, cream colored and apparently always happy and energetic, one of the hunters of the pack. The second one, black furred and always looked like she's about to jump out of fear, the Omega of the pack. Apparently, she was deaf, but could handle herself talking and figuring out what others said nonetheless, fact which the six-month-old found pretty damn awesome! Parker appeared to be gathering some snow together, quickly forming up a pile. Oh, are they having a " ...Snow fight?. Syncing his thoughts with the cream colored hunter's words, Hydran instinctively took a step forward, which would have become a walk, then a jog, then a leap towards the duo if he hadn't stopped himself right then. Concentrate, no playing around! Adult stuff time.. Right when he was about to walk away, he took only one quick peek to look at the pair again, and ended up focusing solely on the pile of snow that the yearling had previously created. It's soooo tempting...
Frowning, and quickly turning his back on the yearlings yet again, Hydran felt decided. Nope, adult stuff. You wanted to be useful? You have to. But what kind of stuff could he do now? How many of them were even awake by this hour? Should he ask his mom? So many mental questions interrupted by a casual and usual, morning yawn. Sleepy eyes opened and closed on their own, as the male stood, muttering to himself. "Maybe it still is a little too early to help out..."
OOC: Changing the color to blue, apparently it got pretty hard to read lmao Mentioned: Hunting Superior Parker Omega Macha
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2018 13:40:49 GMT -8
- Beta Ebony - Someone who cannot hate something, cannot love something, either. In those first few months after Lubrusca had come down in flames Ebony had all the emotion of wet concrete, his facial muscles just as loose. There was no anger, no sadness, no joy or resentment. For all the presence he brought to the commons he may as well have been a singular slab of brick, not one that fit into any sort of structure. It was quite characteristic of him to be so far from the pack's edifice that one might resist his company in fear of being dragged into whatever abstruse void he was thought to be merely existing in. He had become aware of himself over time and he understood now why others looked at him with such discomfort. Of all things, he was compliant. This the others understood, and as difficult as it was for them to ask things of him there was still the certainty that he was the best worker for any job. That sureness was perhaps the only reason he was still welcome here and was most definitely the reason he held his position at beta. Frankly, in all ways but communally and socially he was the most competent wolf here. But he was never a cock about it. Eyes flayed to Prim. Perhaps if Ebony had been cursed or blessed--he could argue either--with emotion he'd be a lot like Prim; not quite a fitting unit as most of the others seemed. That social disconnection was due to nothing less than a mental superiority to the common mind. Prim was more expert than any other local her age and some even older, like Ebony. The stark difference was her emotional capacity. Prim's invisible sensitivity is what made her worthy, an honor Ebony would never have. He was awake in the confines of his den, but the sounds of roughhousing pups inclined his peering into the outdoors. He didn't necessarily care, and he certainly was not the pack guardian, but he still felt a duty to protect the alphas' children among the rest of the pack members. The snow trim cascaded onto his back as he exited the small crevice. It chilled his skin as wind dried the wet, cold substance, making his upper body feel quite heavy until he abruptly shook about. Now, he could feel his blood warming everything up to the tip of his maw, his muscles loosening in preparation for a day's work. In winter, it was crucial that the Lubruscan hunting party be most physically apt, quite oxymoron to the season. His first instinct would have been to appear before Ventus, but he'd understood that she was in healing. He hadn't bothered her this early for anything in the past six months. Instead his gaze cruised the territory for Mochi, who was slowly beginning to take a superior status to Ventus in Ebony's mind, perhaps only because he was male and it was the natural way of things. Nevertheless, he felt that Ventus was still his sole possessor and leader, and he was likely to always see it that way until she passed. Mochi was with Ventus, he found. Finally, he probed for Snow Rose. He craved the sight of her because she made him feel somewhat normal. Among all the mystery enveloping his neurological functions, the natural process of attraction was the only thing that made sense. It wasn't nearly the same process as Mochi's and Ventus's or Dante's and, with great regret, Elenor's. No, it had nothing to do with those cravings for affection. As sensibly as he could, he imagined it to be similar to Prim's and Parker's process. They were close to the same age and opposite genders. No particular interest for each other existed between them, but their necessary, survivalist image of reproduction couldn't be imagined with anybody other than themselves. Still, at least the younglings could formulate romance and an interest that reached beyond the means of reproduction. Ebony wasn't capable of such a process, which was probably why Snow Rose didn't respond to the beta. Everybody craved that extra "something" except for him. What was that something? Mentioned@prim Alphess Ventus @mochi Salutary Snow Rose
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2018 7:39:29 GMT -8
A gentle affirmation confirmed what he’d already been aware of along with a giddy, playful grin to boot, a smile forever serene and assuring. Gradually, she gained her footing and pressed herself against him, seeking the satisfaction of his warmth. While it was brief, far briefer than what he would have preferred, he savored every second of it; an odd, scant opportunity in which they could truly cherish the other’s air. “Hope you're not too sore from last night," she quipped with a wink, stretching her forepaws forwards, knowing full well he could never completely resist a challenge, no matter how miniscule it seemed. Deftly, he delivered a nip to an outstretched auburn ear, angling just against it with a soft, coy smile. “Oh? And you’re suggesting you’re not? Tsk, tsk,” he tutted in mock disapproval. “I must try harder.” Playfully, she pulled away, hopping out his den with a wriggle of her haunches. He followed half-lidded, languidly stretching his jaws into a yawn as he approached. “Where to lo-“Suddenly, off she flew, without a wisp of warning otherwise, sending thin sheets of snow soaring forth. Startled, he stepped back to shake the snow from his eyes; an eager, animated bark jilting thick jaws. Within seconds, he’d sent himself flying after her, steadily approaching despite unexpected delays. Nearly sending Dante’s youngest daughter, Basil, dashing into a snowdrift had been quite bad enough, but the beta’s disapproving glare was almost enough to send him slinking back to his den in shame. Almost, however - a game such as this was entirely too much fun to reserve strictly for the dead of night, when no wolf risked seeing them – and didn’t it practically demand spectators to be truly enjoyed? Odd, that suddenly this was the time Ventus decided public displays of affection were alright in all regards, but he’d been enjoying it all too wonderfully to bear it any spare thought. Had she forgotten his breed? This was the time of year Arctic wolves lived for, and then accompanied by the brash thrill of the chase, in fresh, new-fallen snow to boot? He would have chased her off a practical cliff. Panting, he pushed ahead into her den, faltering a few steps behind. She already lay serenely curled, cool and collected and untouched by her burst of energy. “You been practicing?” He playfully huffed, noting how softly her ears swiveled when she heard approaching pawsteps. She’d planned on victory. Softly, he stole forwards, prepared to deliver a quick, congratulatory kiss when she gently shifted away – and there, half-curled in her fur, revealed the softest, loveliest slip of life he’d ever seen. An infant pup, tiny enough to still curl within both waxen paws and still have space left over, with fur white as his own. A girl. A daughter. He nudged her with the base of his snout, bopping her tiny brown nose against his. She squealed in delight. He very nearly did the same. “What’s her name?” He whispered reverently, lowering himself so he’d meet her eyes. "Does she- does she have a name yet?”Tagged: Alphess Ventus
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Lubrusca
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Hunter
Female
Yearling
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16 Posts
Love planted a flower, and the world turned sweet
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Post by Hunter Devika on Jul 15, 2018 14:25:52 GMT -8
As soft sunlight filters into her den, Devika allows molten green eyes to blink open. Though it had been many moons since the fire had swept her home away, without fail, the young female feels sadness darken her gaze, breath hitching as she thinks of her brother’s graves by the river. However, she doesn’t let such emotions drag on her heart for long, a large yawn cracking her jaw as she prepares to face the day. The hunter had taken it upon herself to brighten the spirits of her pack, and she could hardly do that if her own spirits were low. Sweet smile upon her face as she thinks of her family, she pulls herself out of her den, eyes taking moments to adjust. Over the course of six months, it had become apparent that the alabaster wolf would be taking after her deceased father in more ways than one. While all of Ventus’s children had grown over time, Devika had grown, already towering over some of the elder wolves in the pack. Though she would always be smaller than her father due to her gender, the femme would be the spitting image of Joktan if not for her decidedly feminine features. Gingerly shaking the dirt from her pristine pelt - she was always careful when around their ‘camp’, forever scared of her bulk hurting someone - she feels a happy smile split her face at the sight of Prim, and a few pups, scattered around the clearing. Devika had never forgotten how the smaller she had helped her during the fire, and as such held a special place in her heart. “Prim,” she greets warmly, tail wagging with gentle cheer as she approaches her and Cecilia. She plants an affectionate lick on the older wolf’s ear, though does not go further than that; Prim had always seemed a bit awkward when it came to the emotional, and the last thing Devika wanted was to make her uncomfortable. “I hope I’m not interrupting something important?” She asks with a glance towards Cecilia, fondness brimming in her gaze. Though she was still puppish herself, she had a soft spot for all children - especially Dante’s. During the last few months, she and Dante had become especially close. If not a father figure, he had become a beloved family member, and would always be near and dear to her heart. She can still remember the pure joy she had felt when he had asked her to name one of his pups, and she had - little Nascha would always be her secret favorite among the litter. Settling her bulk down alongside Prim, she would rest her cheek on her paws, content to watch the Delta interact with Cecilia, at least until more wolves emerged from their resting places. Which, judging by the puppish yaps coming from Dante’s den, wouldn’t be long.
@prim Scout Cecilia @dante
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2018 9:25:56 GMT -8
Winter brought with it all sides of extraordinary; the sincerest happiness, the most desolate mourning, and the most profound, genuine pain he’d ever held all encompassed within a whimsical ivory evening. Elenor had fortunately had a perfectly simple pregnancy, with few worries to cloud their contentment. Lubrusca’s revival loomed with fantasies of future parenthood, only further spurring the pair to provide their best work as they aided their pack in recovery; digging ashen dens, teaching how to catch salmon, fishing herbs from soot heaps and the like. Both had been exceedingly proud; they’d earned their place, their position, obtaining purpose with their work. Foolishly, they assumed the future held only wonders; ecstatic when El went into labor. This was the final step it seemed; they’d found their love, their home, all that was left were pups for their family to finally be complete! They entered labor exceptionally calm, entirely convinced the process would yield nothing but the best. Oh, they’d certainly heard of horrors, the pain the process held, the complications that could arise, but they’d kept their focus on the end. They’d have their family, the pups that symbolized their new beginning and eternal happiness, and that, in their eyes, was worth any pain.
Their reward came in five perfect, fragile slips of fur, but at what a price! The labor had lasted hours, crawling with complicated snags poor Snow barely solved before others arose. Prospects were poor– and then, as the fourth pup was born, they became downright terrible. “Dante,” Snow had whispered, blinking back tears. “She won’t survive the night. She knows it too. This might be your last chance-” Snow’s last sentence lay forever lost as he bolted into the birthing den, expecting devastation, tears, only to be met by the most wonderful, marvelous happiness Elenor had ever held dear. “Oh Dante,” she’d gasped. “They’re perfect!” Her dying breath declared their names, each one except for Nascha, who she had sworn Devika should name. Maddox, their largest and oldest; Milo, lanky even in infancy; Cecilia, who bore a brindled pelt every bit as spotted and dotted as her mother’s; and last but not least, Basil, who bore every bit of her mother’s likeness. Devika then deemed Nascha, their lovely little owlet, for his namesake, an ancient word in a forgotten tongue. For a few, glorious moments, they were whole, the family they’d always dreamed of. And then, with a soft, loving sigh, Elenor stretched, kissed his nose, and left them forever.
"Come on dad! Wake up!" A slow, lazy smile curled the corners of his mouth. Elenor’s loss still lingered, three months on, but she had gifted him something worth living a life for. Soft teeth latched his left ear, his sides heaving in masked laughter at Milo’s concerned warning. Eight small paws pummeled his pelt, occasionally testing newly-formed teeth on his hide in a bid to bring him to his paws. He yawned, suddenly sweeping his foreleg in front of him in hopes of catching one unexpectedly (preferably both!). If successful, he’d sweep them in close, despite any puppyish, wriggling protests, and cuddle for a bit, knowing full well they lacked the agility to escape his paws. “Gooooood morning!” He’d sing playfully, nipping their noses gently. “Today’s a special day,” He teased, knowing both would beg to know why. “Just keep it our little secret.” Carefully, he pulled himself into a sitting position, hunched so they’d hear. “Today’s the day we determine your mentors,” he whispered, enjoying their eager, childish excitement. “And, if you all are good, I’ll be taking you to meet them. Deal?”
A sorrel ear swiveled to catch outside chatter. Both his daughters had already left the lull of their den, seeking adventure elsewhere amongst their packmates. “Your cousin Devika's awake,” he chuckled, pulling himself to his paws as he attempted to nudge a napping Nascha awake with his nose. If he failed, he’d simply slip his jaws around his scruff and hoist him onto his paws, setting him down gently. “C’mon,” he quipped. “We’re going to play a game with her. Nascha and I will say hi and distract her,” he began, shifting his attention towards his more playful, mischievous pair. “Maddox, Milo, your cue. Sneak up behind and grab her tail, but don’t pull it.” A low, playful laugh jilted his jaws. “Are you ready?”
“Morning Dev, Prim!” He cheered as he emerged from his den, hopefully Nascha in tow. “And of course, you Cece!” he quipped, lowering his head to give his daughter a morning kiss. “Hope you haven’t caused too much trouble,” he teased. “Day’s only just begun.” Knowingly, he dipped his head towards Devika, unable to conceal a soft, playful smile. “Hope your brothers got a good night’s rest. You’ll be sparring - why don't you show ‘em how it’s done?”
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Lubrusca
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Scout
Male
1 Year
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Post by Scout Milo on Jul 18, 2018 2:38:52 GMT -8
Milo felt like a giant, towering over a massive city that quaked in fear of him. The quaking, it seemed, was just his dad's laughter beneath his paws, but that wasn't about to ruin his facade. Roaring like the monster he was, Milo walked his paddle paws over every black patch in his father's pelt, imagining them being the holes left behind after he destroyed everything. In an instant, it was like he had fallen again, but this time it wasn't his fault. In a split second, large forelimbs left him in the snares of a monster rather than the other way round. One of Milo's oddly long forelimbs as stuck outstretched next to his head, the other one collapsed close to his chest as Dante cuddled him. "Mmmmmrrrff!" Milo protested through two coats of thick fur. "Gooooood morning!” morning breath scraped his nose, prompting a mock gag action for the comedic pup, “Today’s a special day,” his father teased, prompting a quick stop the struggling of at least one pup in his arms. Why, why, why!? Milo was dying to know what made his day so amazingly special. “Just keep it our little secret.” by now Milo was ready to explode with excitement. A secret special surprise - what could it BE? Plopped back to the safety of earth, Milo strained his ears, both the rough draft and the final copy, towards his dad as he hunched towards his kiddos. “Today’s the day we determine your mentors, and, if you all are good, I’ll be taking you to meet them. Deal?” Milo could've done a backflip. He quite literally bit his lips together to stop screams of excitement leaking out of his mouth. His tail wagged a million miles a second as golden syrup eyes flicked between Maddox and his Dad and his still sleeping sibling in disbelief. "Reeally!?!?!?!!?" Milo finally managed to squeal out after a few seconds, not quite able to comprehend the magnificence that the day was going to hold. However, it seemed that his father wanted to draw out his curious agony, quickly changing the subject to something else. “Your cousin Devika's awake. C’mon, we’re going to play a game with her. Nascha and I will say hi and distract her, Maddox, Milo, your cue. Sneak up behind and grab her tail, but don’t pull it. Are you ready?” Oh boy, for a pack superior, he was sure a prankster! The apple didn't seem to fall far from the tree in this family. With a cheeky grin, Milo gave a sharp nod, already looking forward to this great idea. Following his father out of the den close on his heels, Milo tried to act natural, which, naturally, meant an unnatural lack of trippage. He strutted along behind him, displaying completely normal traits for a pup, like good posture and desire to do a job. He branched off with Maddox before Dante and his troop came into view of their targets. As quietly as he could, which was about the same decibel level of a stampede, Milo snuck up behind the whitest silhouette, assuming that it had to be Devika's. Listening intently to his dad's words, looking for this so-called 'cue,' hoping that he could spot it. “Hope your brothers got a good night’s rest. You’ll be sparring - why don't you show ‘em how it’s done?” THERE! Ther had to be it right? Giving his older brother a quick glance, Milo released a high-pitched battle cry as he leapt out of the bushes. However, karma caught up with him. All that walking normal compounded into one mega failure of motion. His front knee caught on a snow covered branch as he jumped, instantly shoving all of his weight rotationally downwards into a snowdrift. White, but not quite the white that he wanted to get. Spitting out a mouthful of snow with a puff of condensed breath, Milo barked out a barrel-chested laugh, higher pitched than an adult's due to his still small frame. Golden brown eyes squeezed shut as he wheezed. The young male rolled in the snow, getting it stuck all over his pelt. Hopefully, Maddox had had some better luck helping their dad with his prank. At least the beige male got a participation award! @dante Apprentice Maddox Warrior Nascha @ cecilia @prim Hunter Devika
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Lubrusca
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Scout
Female
1 year
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Post by Scout Cecilia on Jul 22, 2018 23:58:42 GMT -8
PUP CECILIA
Cecilia nodded as Prim mentioned her attempts at working on her sneak ability. "I wasn't really trying to sneak," she stated softly, her voice tiny, "Do I have to be sneaky all the time?" her head cocked to the side in curiosity. This wolf would know those answers, right? Prim always walked with confidence, and thinking back, Cecilia never did hear her coming or going.
Eyes that were pointed inwards tried to focus off into the distance where Prim was staring at earlier. Her vision was blurry for a little bit until she was able to squint and focus in on the mountain range. The range was beautiful, at least to Ceci. She had only known this river bank as her home, but seeing how big and looming the mountain tops were made her wonder what really was outside of this place. "Prim," she spoke softly, eyes moving back to the wolf she sat on, "whats beyond those mountains?"
Still perched on Prim's back, a familiar scent greeted her nose. Twitching her ears she turned her head as she her cousin Devika entered their hide-away. Turning to Prim to see what her new friend would say, she turned back to Devika to give a shy but happy smile in greeting. "Morning Devi," she chirped quietly.
Just as the sun was rising, more wolves did emerge, including her father. As he came up to the three females, he gave Cecilia a teasing comment with a fatherly lick. "Aah, Dad" Ceci whined, embarrassment taking over her for a moment. Moving her body she tried to hide further into Prim's thicker fur, hoping to avoid the looks of the others. She knew the looks would be one of affection, but their attention on her always made her feel uncomfortable.
Just as her father finished talking about sparring, which did perk her curiosity for a brief moment, her brother came barreling in, face planting into the snow. Startled, Ceci tumbled off of Prim and into snow, letting out a small cough she readjusted herself back into Prim's side. Now Ceci was thoroughly annoyed, not only did her father dote on her in front of others but now she fell off like a clutz. She just hoped no one noticed and was too focused on Milo's attempt at whatever prank he was doing.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 20:29:50 GMT -8
Words: ~ ♦ Mentioned: ~ "Do I have to be sneaky all the time?" Prim turned towards the pup, a smile forming in thought of her innocence. She dearly missed the days where she was the same, gullible perhaps but imaginative and carefree. "Ok, not always. But it is a really good skill to have, only for the most talented wolves," the she-wolf lightly nipped at Cece's ear before continuing. " One day, you could sneak up and surprise your brothers without them ever knowing - and then have the advantage! And later, you could avoid harm's way if you're quiet enough." she would say.
"Prim, what's beyond those mountains?" the delta turned her attention to the mountains once again, orbs narrowing on the odd cloud formations that towered up to the white peaks. Before she could respond, Prim detected another familiar scent approaching; not long after, Devika came followed by Cece's father and a few of her brothers. Quickly her mood dampers, and the lupine resisted the urge to get up and leave. She hated crowds, despising the attention even if it wasn't on her. Funny enough, but typical, Prim received subtle greetings from the adults and she would nod and smile in return. Devi chose to add in a small lick to her ear, in which Prim would duck slightly and blink with embarrassment. The lupine was so socially awkward it was a joke. It seemed she wasn't the only one, though, as poor little Cecilia took a tumble off of her flank in response to her brothers awful attack, annoyance detectable off her expression as she climbed back onto Prim. She looked sympathetically at the little princess, but unfortunately she couldn't ease the situation. Really, the lupine was just making the awkwardness grow, at least with her fellow adults.
The lupine listened intently as Dante mentioned sparring between the younger wolves of Lubrusca. So, it seemed today would be a good training day for battle instead. Good. Though her pack members were all generally soft at heart, they needed to be strong physically and ready for anything. The she-wolf could only squirm uncomfortably at the thought of the war they were still recovering from. Speaking of sparring, though, it would be really beneficial for her to get stronger. It was her least favorite activity, but it was also what she lacked the most.
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Lubrusca
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Beta
Male
1.5 Years
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17 Posts
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Post by Beta Lysic on Aug 6, 2018 11:46:47 GMT -8
L Y S I CHeir of Lubrusca
- Time Skip: 6 months - Lysic was already awake, having gone off to hunt in the early morning to sharpen his senses and skills at the same time. He had been working hard since he was old enough now to be working towards his position that would come to him later on in the pack. Lysic was going to become the Alpha once his mother had either departed from the living, or when she retired her rank and Mochi decided that it would be best for Lysic to take over the pack. Everyone had their doubts about the one-eyed pup that would soon be leading them, and Lysic had his doubts when it came to his ability to see as well. But he would not let that come between him and his pack. He had been born with it, not robbed of sight in one eye, so it was normal for him to be one-eyed. What he saw was extremely normal to him, and thus he would be able to see just as well as if he had been born with two eyes that worked. The male took notice in front of his path that there was a squirrel milling about. With the snow that was there, He could see it digging away, trying to find any nuts that were underneath. It must not have packed enough for the winter, and thus had to come out and find more. It was sad to see that the creature was struggling as was, but it was a perfect snack for one of the pups. Milo in particular was Lysic's own favorite. The male didn't seem to have a care in the world, and was something that Lysic admired.
Crouching down, he made sure that he kept every step light, and made sure that the snow underneath him was fluffy and soft instead of crunchy, which would make noise and cause the squirrel to run. Leaning forward, the squirrel had its back turned, the prefect position for him to sneak up and catch it. While hunting, Lysic had his head cocked so that his one eye could see clearly what was in front of him. It looked rather weird, but it was normal for him, and the wolves he hunted with. His siblings never made fun of him for doing it, because it was how they had grown up hunting. They all had different quirks, but it was normal for him to hunt this way. As he approached the squirrel, he lunged forward at the right moment. Catching it between his teeth, he snapped its neck rather quickly, making quick work of the squirrel. Carrying it in his jaws back to where most of his pack was awake, he noticed that Dante was talking to Devika, and out of no where, there were pups launching at her, trying to sneak attack her. He watched as Milo, the pup he took great interest and care for, fail and fall into a snow drift. He smirked and chuckled at the pups antics, and approached the young male.
Dropping the squirrel before he approached fully, he took his nose and put it into the snow, flicking his nose upwards and spraying snow all over his sister, as well as towards Milo. "Good morning everyone! I brought back a treat for you," He said, picking up the squirrel and put it in front of Milo. "I thought you would enjoy this," He smiled towards the pup before taking his tail and rubbing the male's head. Looking towards Devika he smiled towards his sister before he playfully nudged her. "Ya know, its hard to see you when you blend in with the snow," He chuckled, giving her a lick on the head. "How is everyone this morning?"
Tags: Hunter Devika @dante Apprentice Maddox Scout Milo Warrior Nascha @basil Scout Cecilia
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Lubrusca
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Hunter
Male
1Y 7M
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89 Posts
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Post by Hunting Superior Parker on Aug 8, 2018 1:26:36 GMT -8
The now snow-covered ochre teen in front of Parker still hadn't responded to his invitation for a snow fight when another dark, this one much, invited herself in. "Hey! Can I join?? I can be like a weasel!" the high-pitched tones of Basil sparked the golden male's tail to wag harder. As her small paw hit his flank, the playful male responded by falling away from the pup, as if her pat had shoved him over entirely. Sending a pawful of loose snow upwards to rain over the pair of children, Parker's stormy greys caught sight of a wistful Hydran eyeing his pile of snow before the second blonde male turned away. A sneaky grin coming onto his face, Parker rolled back upwards, bringing his maw close to Basil's ear so that only she could hear what he was about to say.
"What do you say..." Parker whispered, a playful glint already behind his gaze, "We get Hydran in on the fun too? You go that way and distract him," the sandy male threw his head to the left to show the young pup which way to go, "And I'll sneak up on the other side and we'll spray snow all over him when I raise my tail!" Turning to Macha, not wanting to worry the precious female, Parker mouthed 'Going to surprise Hydran' to her. A benefit of her being deaf was that secret plans could be made with her knowing about them but the other wolves not! That, and it added just another layer of why he liked her so much. Giving his favourite she-wolf a smile, Parker nudged Basil with his nose, sending one of the youngest members of the pack off on her mission.
The golden male waited for Basil to be nearly beside the nearby male before he put his recently acquired winter hunting skills to the test. Snow, naturally, was crunchy. Prey and wolf alike could hear the sounds of hastily placed paws. Sucking in a breath, the young male splayed out his paws as Mochi had been teaching him to over the past few months. Gently, he pushed his spread out weight over the delicately frozen water, trying his best not make any sounds, and hoping that if he did that Basil's excellent distraction skills would keep him hidden. Stationing himself with his rump facing the male, Parker flagged up his waggling banner momentarily before shoving a mini avalanche snow through his back legs with his front paws.
Barking out a rolling laugh at his yellow counterpart's predicament, Parker flopped into the dent in the snow that he evacuated onto Hydran and consequently probably on Basil. On his back he rolled around laughing, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as his torso spasmed. "Hoooo hoo hooo!" Parker wheezed out, his condensed breath coming out in similarly long puffs. "Hey Hydran," Parker finally managed to get out once he stopped laughing so hard, "Don't grow up to fast bro, it's not all that fun up here!" Extending out a nearly mature leg, the teenager prodded at the younger male, shaking some of the snow off his leg as he did. Hopefully, the male would react well. Of course, Parker only thought of the consequences after he had already covered one of the Alphess' pups in snow. He could get mad, but really, he was so wistfully eyeing his snow pile earlier... It was only out of the goodness of his heart that Parker covered the only other blonde in fragmented ice.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2018 11:42:00 GMT -8
- Beta Ebony - Someone who cannot hate something, cannot love something, either. Ivory dust coated his dark pelt. He had no trouble standing on all fours this whole time as he dragged his hawkish gaze across the landscape. It seemed to be his only purpose: to survey the premises. He'd never complained about anything before and had no reason to complain about his responsibilities to the pack. That hunger for adventure, for action or even for purpose that most others fed off of like fuel for their life force never took footing in Ebony's life--not once. He existed where he was, where he was needed, and that was enough.
His astute inspection fixated on the folly of the pups, their pitter patter sending icy powder into the air that would be whisked away by a bracing winter current quite stronger than most. Ebony raised his chin to test the atmosphere. Avid senses attested to his wit when a squall rushed over the terrain, replacing the old specks of ice intwined in his fur with new ones. The winds brought with them an aroma from the hunting territory that had not been there before, and should not have been there at all. An intruder is more pressing than a seasonal gale. At least, that's what Ventus would want her beta to think.He'd fashion himself a fool making an entrance in the birthing den at this time, thus neither superior was available to offer the alert to. That meant that the next superior at his disposal was Prim, the young delta. Ebony's tongue swept over his dry nose while his tail flounced, blood deluging through his numb extremities; his body was finally moving."Prim," he murmured with his neck sloped to the ground as he arrived at her flank. He could feel the cold of the snow nipping at his nose. "There's an outsider in the territory. Keep watch while I investigate."He did pass by the alpha pair's lair as he took his leave to the hunting grounds. He huffed as he did, a small vocalization resonating through their quarter to announce his furlough respectfully. There was no doubt in his perplexing mind that he would return to the river quickly and safely. After all, who would Ebony be if not the epitome of precision?
--Exit to Hunting Grounds-- Addressed: @prim
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Lubrusca
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Scout
Female
1 year
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28 Posts
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Post by Scout Cecilia on Aug 12, 2018 18:23:35 GMT -8
PUP CECILIA OF LUBRUSCA
Cecilia was beginning to grow claustraphobic and more awkward with each growing member. Flicking her tiny tail she pulled herself away from the others, moving to Prim’s side. This way the others were “out of sight out of mind.”
Flicking her ears curiously at the approaching black gaint. She was a little intimidated by the beta but not enough to stop her from following him. He was quiet, like Prim, and would prove a better companion at the moment than the others.
Cecilia may be shy but she is not an introvert and enjoys being around others. Just not too many others. Making sure Prim was distracted she removed herself from her side. She began to follow Ebony but practicing her stealth skills while she tried to get away from family.
Exit to Hunting Grounds
@ebony @dante @prim
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