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Post by Agro on Dec 28, 2012 23:17:59 GMT -5
The hills and downs that give the lands half of their name seemed to stretch on forever. As far as the eye could see were the rippling waves of grass and the nearby fields of flowers, only a few days from a simultaneous blooming which would turn those green fields to an array of briliant color. But today the world was green, and in the distant were the brown flecks of the backs of grazing herdbeasts. The elk were ravenous, and had thrown caution to the wind in favor of gorging themselves on the sweet spring grasses. It was no wonder they missed the sight of a small band entering their territory.
The thought of a fresh kill had excited the old brute, and he salivated as he carried the pup in his jaws. The poor fella would probably be wet between the shoulderblades by the time Agro put him down. He didn't speak to the little ones he had with him now, and occupied himself with learning his surroundings. Occasionally he would stop to sniff a tree or patch of land, allowing Damian's feet to get temptingly close to the ground before lifting him skyward again. Other times he would pause, or quickly jerk his head toward a sound, giving the little cub a bit of a jolt, but nothing to hurt him. However, things changed a bit when they reached the hills.
Without stopping to set Damian down gently, Agro set him unceremoniously on the ground in a manner that would make the cub lose his footing immediately. This, of course, would give Agro a chance to lithely step away from the snapping jaws of the angered pup. He took a moment to shush them, and lowered himself to their level to whisper at them. His eye had a laughing, excited light to it.
"These are the rules of a good hunt." He explained, speaking to them both. "When yer legs get a bit longer ye'll be joinin' us in the runnin, or else you'll be with me and taking the kill. It ain't the fastest that eats the best, but it's the smartest." He didn't really feel bad for his comments about Damian's leg, but knew the struggles of feeling like less of a wolf than others. He, for example, had sorry perception of depth, and when running down prey often missed his mark on the killing bite. That's why he had the others run, and he waited in ambush. He'd been run over a few times by their quarry, but he was strong, and he could shake it off. Everyone found what they were good at in the Guild, and someday this little runt would swallow his pride and figure it out too.
In hushed tones he directed that one good eye on Dakota and quizzed her. "Elk ain't just meat for pickin like a daisy." He began, "Honeysuckle, can ye tell me what makes 'em dangerous to a wolf whose tryin' to get a bite of 'em?" He used little pet names when he was in high spirits, and a hunt always made him feel fine.
He directed his second question immediately to Damian, "And how's a pack supposed to pick out one of those morsels out of a big ol' herd?"
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Post by Damian on Dec 29, 2012 14:16:45 GMT -5
At the start of their journey Damian started to grumble and groan about not being useless and treated like a baby, however, after a while his cries slowly muted and he grew tired of wasting his voice. With a sigh he shut up and just stayed quiet for the rest of the journey.
Well, he would have if the old fart didn't drool all over him. At first he felt a slight wetness between his shoulder blades, causing a frown on his little face. He wondered what it could be and why it would be on his back; and then it suddenly came to him. The old man was drooling on him. “You better not be thinking of eating me, you old fart!” He snapped as he tried to get away from the wet hold. “Let me go!!” He cried as his paws brushed against the ground. He tried to touch down, but Agro would quickly bring them back into the air. The Alpha had been doing that now and again, Damian knew that he was teasing the young wolf, and it was annoying him.
Without warning the pup was dropped onto the ground with a thud. He whelped as he fell and tumbled on the ground, his paws failing to catch him. He shook himself free from dirt and glared at the older wolf. “What are you playing at, old man?! You want to break my other legs?!” He snapped with fire in his eyes. If he had broken his legs, he wouldn't be able to move around and that scared him. (Not that he would admit that) He hated feeling useless, he didn't want to end up like Claudius.
"These are the rules of a good hunt."."When yer legs get a bit longer ye'll be joinin' us in the runnin, or else you'll be with me and taking the kill. It ain't the fastest that eats the best, but it's the smartest."
Damian snorted about the comments about his legs getting longer. His leg wouldn't be getting longer, it wouldn't be doing anything. Not that it was going to stop him. If this old fool could hunt, then so could he. He could pounce and he could certainly bite. Due to his inheritance his jaw was strong and would be a deadly thing was he was old enough to take on wolves the same size as Agro.
"And how's a pack supposed to pick out one of those morsels out of a big ol' herd?"
Damian thought hard. He remembered one of the pack mermbers teaching him about the importance of pickings of food. Damian being Damian ignored their lectures and thought nothing of it. Now, when it was questioned, he racked his brains trying to find the answer. Well, it wouldn't be the strongest as that would be a challenge to catch. Maybe it was the babies as they were little? Ahh, but mama would come and protect it. “The weak and sick?” Damian questioned with true curiosity in his voice and sweet innocent eyes that was masked with attitude. “Like Claudius”
Wolves addressed: Agro
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Post by Dakota on Dec 29, 2012 18:25:40 GMT -5
Dakota trotted after Agro as he still held Damian in his mouth. She continued to have an amused glint at her brothers mumblings and snickered to herself when her ears would twitch at his grumblings and groans. As Damian's sister, Dakota took great pride in finding new ways to annoy her brother; so when they met Agro and he started his...wonderful relationship with Damian, she decided she liked the big guy. He didn't act sympathetically towards Damian, which was something Dakota liked about him. If Damian was going to be mean, then he should expect the same back, instead of fake sympathy because of something that couldn't be changed. That being said, though Dakota found Agro amusing in his taunts towards Damian at times, she also liked to cheek him back. It was times like those, you can tell Damian and Dakota were related.
She followed Agro as he stopped to smell the randomest places. Dakota thought that he was just doing it to seem like he did more that just lie and wait for the kill. She watched him curiously and grew slightly bored with his constant sniffing. Though once he dropped Damian causing him to fall, she chuckled to herself.
“What are you playing at, old man?! You want to break my other legs?!”
Dakota's chuckling quietened down and she rolled her eyes at Damian, “Calm down, Drama Queen.” She smiled at him and sat next to him, “I wont let your legs break. Unless you really annoy me. So watch out, Bro.” Dakota poked her tongue out at her brother and smirked at him. She knew that if they had a fight he would most likely win. Though she could hold her own against him, he was still beating her 46 to 52.
Dakota sat at the top of the hill when Agro told them to hush and got down to their level. She watched the animals with excitement and her fluffy tail swished from side to side. Dakota wanted to learn how to hunt for a while; ever since what happened to Damian and herself, Dakota had been fiercely independent (with the exception of her brother). Since then Dakota disliked relying too heavily on the other wolves, and only let herself rely on her brother. Even though he was missing a leg, she trusted Damian with her life...most of the time at least.
"These are the rules of a good hunt."."When yer legs get a bit longer ye'll be joinin' us in the runnin, or else you'll be with me and taking the kill. It ain't the fastest that eats the best, but it's the smartest."
Dakota grinned as she stood up and stretched her legs. She'd always been a fast runner, and she couldn't wait until she could use that to her advantage when she hunted for herself. Damian would be the brains and Dakota would be the speed to take out their target. They'd work together just as they always had.
"Elk ain't just meat for pickin like a daisy.""Honeysuckle, can ye tell me what makes 'em dangerous to a wolf whose tryin' to get a bite of 'em?"
Agro's question caused Dakota to turn to the wolf and ponder it. She'd never thought about what makes them dangerous. A wolf-dog's got to eat. Dangerous or not, “What makes an elk dangerous? The fact that they don't like to be eaten...that seems like a pretty good reason...”
Wolves Addressed: Agro and Damian
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Post by Agro on Dec 30, 2012 0:03:07 GMT -5
The herd had shifted a little from where the wolves were, making Agro tense up momentarily. Had they been spotted? No, it didn't seem to be so, as the elk did not flee, but seemed to move lazily to pick at fresh grass in a collectively new location.
Damien answered first, hesitant in his answer, but accurate in response. "Good." The brute said simply, a twitch of a grin on his face. The kid was sharp when he wasn't being a pain in the rump. Dakota seemed less certain of her own answer, but her response made the old wolf chuckle knowingly.
"Aye, that's probably the biggest reason." He agreed. "But what else? Think about how we hunt 'em, and how we get hurt doin' it." He coached. "You too, Damian." Agro had seen wolves who could hold their own against their kin take serious knocks from the herdbeasts. The problem with Blacktalons is that they got too cocky, thought they were bigger and badder than a deer or an elk.
The brute thought grimly about their first encounter with a moose. They'd had a yearling with them, Sally or Sadie, something of the sort, and she'd plunged into the water after it. Poor dame drowned when the moose fought back. He kept these dark thoughts to himself, however. No reason to scare the cubs unnecessarily. Well, at least not about dying through an act of carelessness. Being his dinner if they failed in a hunt, that was fine as far as threats went.
"Elk ain't blessed with teeth like wolves, but they got their defenses." He hinted again. The cubs had never even seen a live elk up close, he thought to himself. At least, not with the Guild. Even now, unless they lifted their heads to look over the hilly territory, they just looked like harmless brown backs in a sea of green.
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Post by Dakota on Dec 30, 2012 9:29:01 GMT -5
Dakota turned her head away from Agro when Damian answered his question correctly. She knew he was a smart wolf; and there was no doubt that he was smarter than she was. Though if anyone asked Dakota to admit such a thing she would brush off the topic and lie through her little teeth. Damian has enough of an ego as it is, he didn't need Dakota building it up. She didn't want him praising her either, that would just be too....weird.
The thought caused a funny expression to cover Dakota's face and she shook her head with a smile. She looked over the hills and tried to study the elk and what would make them dangerous. Obviously they're going to try and defend themselves; just as she would if something came running at her or her family. Dakota didn't think many animals liked to be eaten...nothing like that to ruin your day.
Agro chuckled and replied to Dakota's answer, "Aye, that's probably the biggest reason.""But what else? Think about how we hunt 'em, and how we get hurt doin' it."He coached."You too, Damian."
Dakota knew that Agro asked them both so they'd get a stronger knowledge. Though when he opened the question out to her brother, Dakota took at as a mini competition between them. She padded closer to the top of the hill so she could see the elk more clearly.
“Hey Dame, imagine getting your leg in one of those.” Dakota joked as she nodded to the elk's antlers, “That headgear would ruin anyone's day.”
"Elk ain't blessed with teeth like wolves, but they got their defences."
Dakota could hear the hint in his voice and turned back to Agro, “Their headgear seems like a good defence. I wouldn't want to get caught up in that.”
Wolves Addressed: Agro and Damian
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Post by Damian on Dec 30, 2012 10:27:53 GMT -5
“What makes an elk dangerous? The fact that they don't like to be eaten...that seems like a pretty good reason...”
Damian rolled his eyes at his sister's answer. It wasn't wrong, but it wasn't the answer Agro was looking for. His sister always had to be the funny one, the cheeky one. He didn't mind it, it distracted people away from him, and how he loathed wolves who tried to talk to him because he was just a pup. It was funny how his sister was so full of joy and happiness and Damian was cold and mean. They had the same parents, the same up bringing. He wondered what made her that way.
"Aye, that's probably the biggest reason.""But what else? Think about how we hunt 'em, and how we get hurt doin' it."You too, Damian."
Damian had never seen an elk up close before. Not even on his travels with his sister. They only ever encountered small rodents and birds, even thing else seemed to run away before spotted. And even then Dakota did most of the hunting, and she was pretty good at it too.
“Hey Dame, imagine getting your leg in one of those.”“That headgear would ruin anyone's day.”
Damian looked over the hill and saw the elk quietly grazing. He looked at their antlers and gulped before he puffed up his chest. “I'd still take them on” He said with a strong voice. He wouldn't be afraid of something like that, no way. If the wolves in his pack could hunt these, then so could he and his sister.
'Leg'. Dakota said about his leg getting stuck. What about the elk's feet? They could most likely kick hard as a defence against wolves and whatever else hunted them. “Their feet” Damian answered as he turned around to face their alpha. “They could kick Claudius in the head and hurt him” He said with a cheeky smirk. He'd love to see that. “Hey, can we get this hunt over with? I want to see you get kicked by one of these elk. Either you or Claudius. I don't mind who” He snorted in amusement as he looked out into the valley.
Wolves addressed: Agro and Dakota
Wolves Mentioned: Claudius
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Post by Agro on Jan 1, 2013 23:05:30 GMT -5
"Patience, cub." Agro said, his tone a little cold. "It'd take more'n one brute and a couple o' squirts to get one of these beasties on the ground." He growled a little at the thought. "And you two ain't getting anywhere near one o' these things live until yer bones harden a bit. A grown elk'll kick clear through your skulls 'tyour age." He didn't mean to sound so grim, but it was better to have a bit of fear than to be coddled into overconfidence.
"And both yer answers are right." He said finally. "Mostly them antler's seem dec'rative, but they use 'em to fight each other and their enemies. I see two'em squaring off now." He nodded. "'Course, with yer eyes on those it's easy to forget the feet. Nasty kick. Most wolves count themselves lucky if'n a kick don't give 'em more than a nasty bruise. Broken ribs, or broken legs, things like that kill a wolf from starvation, and can kill a whole pack in turn. That's why we eat the sick, the old. Less fight to 'em." It was like they knew when it was their time, and more than once Agro would've sworn that they welcomed death. He wondered if he would feel that way when his own time came. Of course, Agro liked to brag that he was six years old, and had six years ahead of him, like his old man.
Agro's father had been eight when he met the wolf's mother. He sired four litters by her before she died. He himself lived to be nearly thirteen, and died a fat, laughing geezer. Of course, he'd been a hard wolf, calculating and cruel, and strongly inclined toward self-preservation. The news of his father's death had reached him this wintertime, and he had failed to mention it, even to Claudius. Of course, there was little to tell. Agro had never been a fan of the old man.
He was drawn from his thoughts by a sickening CRACK. Looking up, he saw two of the larger bucks in the herd squaring off. Spring had made the males lusty and eager to show their strength for their elk-wives, who grazed on, unimpressed by the display. However, come fall the locking of horns would impress them greatly, and influence their decisions when they chose a mate. Again the males locked horns, kicking mercilessly at each other's chests. When they broke again, one limped away, and was butted cruelly in his retreat by the horns of the victor.
Well, we got a mark. Agro thought to himself, seeing the elk was perhaps truly injured. At least if the others arrived soon, the beast would still be smarting from the fight, and perhaps unable to shake it and make an escape.
"Next question, scholars." Agro said gruffly, not acknowledging the frightening display directly to the cubs. "Specially you, Dam, since you seem to be feeling partic'larly smart today." He added with almost a sneer. "Strategize for me. Think about yer guildmates' strengths, and tell me what you'd have 'em each do to catch us an elk." He hadn't taught them a lick about strategy, but they were smart kids, so perhaps they'd puzzle together something. He wanted them to figure out why they hunted the way they did before they watched it happen. A hunt happened fast, so some things were easy to miss.
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Post by Dakota on Jan 2, 2013 10:31:42 GMT -5
“I'd still take them on”
Dakota grinned at her Brother's persistence and confidence. She shook her head knowing he was only saying that to assert his power. Though knowing Damian, he may actually do something stupid one day to try and prove his power and gain authority, and when that happened Dakota would roll her eyes but still help him out of the mess that he most likely put himself in.
Out of the two, she was more level headed than Damian. Even though he was capable of handling himself, Dakota could never get the image out of her head when Damian got hurt by a dog fighter. She never wanted to see him that hurt again, and so she would stop him (or at least try) whenever he was going to do something that he couldn't handle, but said he could.
“They could kick Claudius in the head and hurt him”
Dakota give a chuckle at Damian's comment and agreed with amusement; she wasn't overly fond of the useless wolf and held a similar regard as Damian. Though Damian really hated the wolf...well, he hated everyone bar herself and possibly Agro; but Claudius was useless in Damian's eyes, and he hated useless wolves.
Dakota on the other hand was a cheeky cub that liked to joke around with a happy demeanour. Though that being said, it didn't mean that she liked everyone she saw or talked to. She was cheeky and funny around other people and tolerated them fairly well, though she didn't have a relationship with any of the apart from her brother (and Agro if she was willing to admit it. Dakota doesn't get all mushy).
So though she didn't hate Claudius, she didn't like the wolf either. She agreed with Damian with his distaste towards him because he was weary of fighting or hunting. Dakota and Damian had to fight to survive, there was no room for being weary otherwise they died.
“Hey, can we get this hunt over with? I want to see you get kicked by one of these elk. Either you or Claudius. I don't mind who”
"Patience, cub."Agro said"It'd take more'n one brute and a couple o' squirts to get one of these beasties on the ground." "And you two ain't getting anywhere near one o' these things 'live until yer bones harden a bit. A grown elk'll kick clear through your skulls 'tyour age."
Dakota scoffed and watched the elks fighting each other. She smiled and watched them curiously, “We can take 'em on Agro.” Dakota turned to Agro and grinned at him, “Watch. Damian will be the elk and I'll be the wolf.” Dakota got close to the floor before pouncing towards Damian with a cheeky smirk at him.
She continued to play fight with Damian and tried to pin him down as Agro talked. Dakota was listening to him, she just didn't need the lecture on broken bones, she had enough experience with that to know, not for herself, but being in a dog fighting place caused Dakota to see a lot of things. She turned her head towards Agro and looked at him as he explained.
“That's why we eat the sick, the old. Less fight to 'em."
“Does that mean if Claudius was an elk he would get eaten?” Dakota chuckled slightly at her question and gave a cheeky smile. Dakota and Damian could be quite mean when they wanted to be.
"Next question, scholars.""Specially you, Dam, since you seem to be feeling partic'larly smart today.""Strategize for me. Think about yer guildmates' strengths, and tell me what you'd have 'em each do to catch us an elk."
“Dame? Being smart? Pfft, that's news to me.” Dakota teased. Though she rolled off Damian and sat beside him as she thought of how to strategise Of course Damian and Dakota did strategise together when they were fending for themselves; they needed food and working together was the best way. Though as Dakota thought she hadn't ever went up against an elk.
“Well you'd need speed and precision to actually catch the elk. Who would be good for that? If you don't include me.” She looked at Damian as she asked the question, she was working with him together on this.
Wolves Addressed: Damian and Agro
Wolves Mentioned: Claudius
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Post by Claudius on Jan 2, 2013 12:06:36 GMT -5
Claudius slowed down as he approached the hills, where the Azalea wolves, and of course, the guild, hunted. He had been careful not to trip over anything on his way, and did the same now. It was embarrassing enough that he was constantly falling over things, and he was nervous enough about the hunt without Damian finding things to mock him about.
He reached Agro and the two pups, waving his tail in greeting as he approached them. "Hey there, you three. Ready to get us some elk? We've got the others close behind me, so we'll be ready to start soon."[/i]
Claudius glanced behind him, to see if the other five wolves were catching him up. He knew Aderyn and Afanen would be close behind, and he hoped the other three would be too. They needed all the help they could get on the hunt, what with Claudius' track record of making a fantastic mess of every big hunt he went on.
Turning back to Agro, he told him about the wolves that had wandered to the guild's camp. "We've got three wolves wanting to join us, though there could be six, from what they said. I've invited them to join us on the hunt, so they can show us that they're ready to take the oath. They should be coming now, with Aderyn and Afanen."[/i]
WOLVES ADDRESSED: Agro, Damian, Dakota
WOLVES MENTIONED: Aderyn, Afanen, Chase, Chance, Blake
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Post by Damian on Jan 2, 2013 16:19:13 GMT -5
"Patience, cub."."It'd take more'n one brute and a couple o' squirts to get one of these beasties on the ground.""And you two ain't getting anywhere near one o' these things live until yer bones harden a bit. A grown elk'll kick clear through your skulls 'tyour age."
A frown was present on the young wolf's face as he looked out into the valley. He wanted to hunt those elk down, he wanted to show the power and strength behind his muscles and jaw. The grim details went deaf on him. He did not care for a scare that the other may have been inflicting. He had grown up with blood and broken bones; it was nothing new to him.
The taste of blood and victory was sweet, and almost too tempting to miss. Something inside of him was pulling him towards the elk. Hunger. The hunger for power and dominance. It was almost too much. His tongue licked across his lips at the thought of catching one.
Without even thinking, he took a step forwards toward the elk. However, he almost crumbled to the floor as he forgot that his right leg was no longer there, and was just a stump. He cursed at it silently as he sat on his hind with a sour face. His leg was a constant reminder of Damian's cockiness and foolishness. It was his own Jiminy Cricket; forever telling him that it wasn't a good idea to attack, or whatever other foolish thing he could get himself into.
“We can take 'em on Agro.”Dakota turned to Agro and grinned at him,“Watch. Damian will be the elk and I'll be the wolf.”
Damian knew that his sister was about to pounce and there was no time to stop her attack. So with a massive leap, she was on him. Or so she thought. He kicked his hind legs up and threw her over him, before he pounced on her and took hold of her ear in his mouth. He continued to chew on her before he heard the sound of a loud crack. He curiously got off his sister and lent over the ledge of the hill. Two male elks were fighting with their huge antlers, but for what reason, he did not know. He cocked his head in confusion. Maybe it was for dominance over the herd. He liked the sound of that.
With his mind set on the elk's fight, he turned to his sister with his head down just like the elk before he charged at her. His head slammed into hers, and he fell back onto his back with a thud. The world span for a moment before he found his legs again. He shook the dizziness free and a proud smile grew on his face.
"Next question, scholars.""Specially you, Dam, since you seem to be feeling partic'larly smart today.""Strategize for me. Think about yer guildmates' strengths, and tell me what you'd have 'em each do to catch us an elk."
“Dame? Being smart? Pfft, that's news to me. “Well you'd need speed and precision to actually catch the elk. Who would be good for that? If you don't include me.”
“Shut up, sis” He growled as he pushed her with his side. “Hmm” Damian said out loud as he thought about his pack. They were small, so a large elk was not needed. With a small elk that would need more speed than anything, just like Dakota said. “Aderyn is pretty fast” He said without addressing anyone. Claudius was useless, but the male seemed pretty strong, not as strong as Damian (or so he thought) but strong enough to bring down an elk. Though, his speed was terrible, so he wouldn't be useful in the chase. “Aderyn could start to chase, with Claudius and Afanen as back up. They'll lead the elk to you, and then you would attack and make the kill” Damian said as he looked up at their alpha.
"Hey there, you three. Ready to get us some elk? We've got the others close behind me, so we'll be ready to start soon."
Damian growled and his fur stood up as the voice of Claudius hit his ears. He turned to face the other wolf with a snarl.
"We've got three wolves wanting to join us, though there could be six, from what they said. I've invited them to join us on the hunt, so they can show us that they're ready to take the oath. They should be coming now, with Aderyn and Afanen."
Damian frowned at the new information. “So, you left the girls with SIX strangers?” He asked as if Claudius was an idiot. (Which he was in Damian's eyes) “What if they attack them, you idiot?!” He snapped at the older wolf. Damian wanted to bite Claudius, but he knew he'd be in trouble for that, and he didn't want to spend the rest of the day in the den.
Wolves addressed: Dakota, Agro and Claudius.
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Post by Marina on Jan 3, 2013 16:48:34 GMT -5
(time to lump miss O'hearn into the rp.)
The lass trotted across the field, her coat shining gold and white against the vivid green of the grass. A pair of bright eyes flashed from a round face, a pink tongue swiped against a muzzle the color of a fawn's flank. The canine lowered to a crouch, her belly brushing the damp grass; she decided to ignore the mud splashing her paws. The sludge was, of course, a sign that spring was near. Heart beginning to pound, she twitched her nose, carefully scenting her target.
A group of elk was lumped together a little ways off; they were too intent on their snacking to take note of the little lady. That was fine for her, because although her stomach was growling she had no interest in them. It was the tint of wolf-smell drifting through the air that brought her closer.
"You can do this, Marina," she breathed to herself, scanning the elk herd for any sign of stalking wolves. She didn't want to introduce herself, really: she had little intent on becoming committed to a pack and even less intent to get herself murdered by a hostile family of wolves. But, whatever happened, it would be better than remaining alone. Miss Marina simply couldn't stand another day with no one to talk to but her memories; not another night, straining to hear a whispered cry, looking for a shadow of an all-too familiar place. Perhaps if she surrounded herself by other wolves, her haunter would leave her be.
With renewed enthusiasm, the hybrid lifted her head by and stepped with greater dignity, causing the herd to lift their heads and watch her nervously. Her ears twitched, not with fear but with excitement, with hope. These wolves would surely keep her company - she was built for big groups like this, not little packs. She was going to be social, and it was going to be fabulous!
Four wolves were watching the elk; Marina’s heart nearly leapt into her throat when she saw them. One in particular, a wee pup with a stub tail that made him look like a dog and a stub leg to match, was gazing at the herd, his face a mix of longing and frustration. Tilting her head, Marina swallowed her fear one last time and stopped a few yards away, standing tall and, hopefully, confident. She cleared her throat.
”Excuse me?” she called, quietly so as not to disturb the elk too much. “Yoohoo - er, um, do pardon me. I was just wondering, if you were about to hunt?”
A strange introduction at best, but oh well.
(Wolves addressed: Damian, Dakota, Agro, Claudius)
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Post by Agro on Jan 3, 2013 17:27:03 GMT -5
Agro felt a little growl rising in his throat, but suppressed it when Damian got a little too hostile for his tastes. Besides, if he raised his voice too much he'd spook the elk. The last thing Agro wanted to do was remain hungry for much longer. It made his temper a bit short.
He didn't acknowledge the insightful answer of the pup, but chastised his most recent outburst instead. "Watch yourself." He said harshly. "The sisters can handle 'emselves fine, better'n most. And I won't have ye talkin' to Claud like that. His farts contribute more t' the guild than yer yappin little mouth does, so bite yer tongue and learn a bit o' respect. When yer big boy teeth come in you can snap all ye want, but I ain't above pickin you up and shakin some sense into ya while you're still a mouthful."
Poor Marina would've caught that last bit, with the big wolf threatening the three-legged cub. Hopefully she wouldn't think too badly of the big brute, who had a hard exterior but generally decent motivations.
"Hopefully the sisters catch up soon, before I git any skinnier." The abnormally plump wolf said with a tinge of remorse and longing to his tone. Before he could say much more, he was interrupted by a stranger's call.
"Fancy that, eh?" He said to his comrades with a slight chuckle. Stretching his leg muscles a bit, he approached her. He was a big wolf, mongolian in pedigree, and ugly. His ears were badly knotched, and he seemed to be missing an eye, as well as his tail, but he had a grin to him that seemed friendly. "Aye, miss." He said, checking the volume of his voice. He was normally a very loud brute, but on the other side of that coin he was also a successful hunter. He could never be both simultaneously. "More the merrier, if'n you're interested. Name's Agro, and these Merry Mongrels are me guildmates." He jerked his head in their general direction. "You much for chasin, or are you more for the bitin' at the end?" He couldn't judge her speed by this brief meeting, but he wouldn't put a stranger under the hoofs of a raging elk if she wasn't one for the final blow.
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Post by Dakota on Jan 3, 2013 21:37:56 GMT -5
Dakota grinned as she scrapped with her brother and gave a little whine when he bit her ear, though it was nothing serious. She loved the fact that she could have a sparring match with her brother and he was able to hold his own. He was challenging for Dakota to fight, and Dakota liked to think that it was the same for Damian as well. They were both strong in different ways and in different aspects of fighting and life. Dakota was fast, she could creep up on Damian without his knowledge most of the time, as she had done this morning. That being said Damian made up for his lower speed compared to his sister, by his superior strength, as shown by him throwing her away from him.
Dakota landed on her back when she was tossed away from her brother. She watched him curiously as he peaked over the hills. Without much warning she could see the look on his face as he turned around. She quickly stood up, only to be knocked to the ground after Damian head butted her. “Jeez Damian. I'm surprised that hurt so much when there's nothing in your head to begin with.” She looked over to Damian and grinned at the proud smile that was on his face. It was very rare that Dakota got to see her brother smile; so despite their fights and arguments, the smile caused one to grow on her own face as well.
"Hey there, you three. Ready to get us some elk? We've got the others close behind me, so we'll be ready to start soon."
Dakota turned to Damian as a growl emitted from him. The once proud expression was now gone which made Dakota's fall as well. She rolled her eyes at her brother's behaviour; Yes Claudius could be annoying with his useless antics, but that didn't mean he had to growl at him every time he was in their presence. Dakota sighed and sat down as she looked over at Claudius.
"We've got three wolves wanting to join us, though there could be six, from what they said. I've invited them to join us on the hunt, so they can show us that they're ready to take the oath. They should be coming now, with Aderyn and Afanen."
Dakota frowned at Claudius and looked at Damian. She knew he wouldn't be happy with that news.
“So, you left the girls with SIX strangers?”“What if they attack them, you idiot?!”
Low and behold she was right. Dakota nodded at Damian in agreement and looked slight annoyed as she moved her eyes over to the clumsy wolf. She puffed out some air as she let Damian get angry over the matter. She didn't like getting angry. Though she had no problem with being irritated. Dakota and Damian were more alike than most would think. Other wolves usually saw them as siblings that where completely different in personality and looks, which was true in once sense. Dakota was a lot nicer and happier than Damian was, but she still thought similarly to Damain on certain things. She understood why he shouted at Claudius. When they were alone and fending for themselves, anything could've attacked them, leaving each other was not an option. Neither of them wanted to take a risk like that and loose the other.
"The sisters can handle 'emselves fine, better'n most. And I won't have ye talkin' to Claud like that. His farts contribute more t' the guild than yer yappin little mouth does, so bite yer tongue and learn a bit o' respect. When yer big boy teeth come in you can snap all ye want, but I ain't above pickin you up and shakin some sense into ya while you're still a mouthful."
“I don't think any farts contribute to the well being of the pack. Especially yours Big Guy.” Dakota chuckled at Agro and gave him a cheeky smirk, “As for Damian not being useful, I think he works pretty darned hard. It's not his fault he has to live in my shadow.” Dakota quickly covered up her compliment towards her brother and didn't look at him.
“Just you wait Agro, You've basically given him an invitation to fight for your position when he's old enough.” Dakota chuckled at him.
“Yoohoo - er, um, do pardon me. I was just wondering, if you were about to hunt?
Dakota moved her eyes away from Agro and inspected the new wolf, “Well at this rate the elk my die of old age, so your guess is as good as mine.” Dakota grinned, though she was obviously being sarcastic to the males around her.
Wolves Addressed: Damian, Agro and Marina.
Wolves Mentioned: Claudius and the rest of the pack
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Post by Marina on Jan 3, 2013 22:16:05 GMT -5
“Well at this rate the elk my die of old age, so your guess is as good as mine.” one of the pups, a little lass, replied with obvious sarcasm.
"Fancy that, eh?" Marina's breath caught in her throat as a massive lad approached her; she forced her ears to unfold and held her ground. The fellow looked not unlike a large sheep, with a missing tail and a thick, fluffy body. His eye was gone; Marina began to wonder if disappearing body parts ran in the family.
"Aye, miss. More the merrier, if'n you're interested. Name's Agro, and these Merry Mongrels are me guildmates."
"Oh, uh..." the hybrid was quite taken by surprise, for the stranger smiled at her: a large, almost creepy smile, but strangely welcoming nonetheless. After a moment, she couldn't resist smiling in return. She liked this odd-looking wolf already, and the "Merry Mongrels"? That sounded swell, considering she was a mongrel herself.
"You much for chasin', or are you more for the bitin' at the end?"
Marina didn't hesitate to reply, eager to join in. "Oh, I can outrun an elk - I bet I could jump clean ov'r one. But I'm hardly strong enough to take down a rabbit, so I'll stick to chasing, if that's all right."
She looked around at the group, wondering how two males ended up with pups; she didn't put much thought into the matter - she could smell other wolves on them.
"Oh!" the lass added, almost as an afterthought. She lowered her upper body to the grass, curling one foreleg under her chest and extending the other in a dramatic bow. "My name is Marina Adelaide O'hearn, but you may call me Freckles if you wish."
The first lesson her siblings and she had learned as children was to always make a grand introduction; it often distracted wolves from the fact that their territory was being intruded upon.
Wolves addressed: Agro, mostly
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Post by Chance on Jan 6, 2013 3:30:59 GMT -5
Take a Chance. . . Chance followed after Claudius, leaving quite some distance between them. He watched, padding slowly closer, as the male was talking to another male and two pups, the ones he saw leaving earlier. A female came up to them before he arrived. It didn't look like she knew them either, especially with the way they were talking. Slowly Chance made his way forward. He kept his head down and tail low. In order to keep himself calm while approaching the larger male, he let his eyes stay rested on the two pups. While still a wolf's length away he stopped. With a gulp the male risked a glance up at the male in charge. A fluff of fur was where his tail should be and he was blind in one of his eyes. Standing looking at the male, Chance rubbed his leg with the back of his paw nervously. His words felt stuck in his mouth, unable to do anything. . . . to meet a wolf |
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