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Post by Dakota Spirit on Mar 24, 2006 20:51:30 GMT -5
((Sorry I didn't realize you lad posted )) Watching the young varg roll over in the sand Dakota prepaired himself for her next advance. When she got up to run he focused on the sweeping steps of his apponent as they brought her still closer to his wagging body. As she made her leap a small and almost invisible smile played across his dark face Taking one step to the left and let the fae sail past him. Then taking quick action he leaped onto the back of her, pinning her sholders to the sandy beach. Growly playfully he opened his ebony jaws and made take a bite out of her furry neck. Letting his teeth hover an inch or two above her flesh he suddenly sprang away from Nageam and bowed down to her agian. Licking his chops he invited her once agian to come after him. Decideding that if she didn't do it on her own, Dakota planned to let Nageam get him at least once. As in all wolf packs play want always just play but it was practice, and a workout so that when the time came your true skills wouldn't fail you. Yipping into the hazy air he laughed "Run run as fast as you can, you can't catch me...." Unable to think of a good ending for the well known poem he simply let the words hang in the air, waiting for Nageam's response. ((If anything in this post is "God-moding" let me know. I wan't sure, but I hope its ok.))
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Post by nageam on Mar 26, 2006 22:09:09 GMT -5
Nageam yipped as she was suddenly on the ground with his paws on her small back. She squirmed beneath him, giggling almost uncontrollably as his jaws grazed her fur. When he bounded away she sprang back to her feet and whirled around to face him. It was the most fun she’d had since the ‘accident’ that had befallen her pack. The driving snows of Wolfbane’s winter and the terrible hunting of Man.
She frowned briefly as the memory stirred in her, but was soon grinning again as she charged forward, her eyes saying that she was aiming for his back. But when she was mere feet away she turned a wide arc to his side and pounced for his side instead, her eyes purposely looking at a false target, his flank, when her true initiative was his shoulders. Perhaps he would be fooled by this tactic.
//It's fine, unless we were actually fighting you might want to say attempted to pin, but since she's much younger than your character it makes sense. So yeah, oh, and don't let this post fool you, I'm not actually home yet, so yeah.\\
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Mar 31, 2006 19:57:52 GMT -5
Laughing silently to himself Dakota stood and let the dappled cub's furry body hit him. Staggering back slightly from the weight of her, he let his legs go out from under him and quickly his dark heavy body hit the earth. Stray leaves and sand spraying up from the ground as it happened.
Rolling quickly over onto his feet he tore off in the direction of the rushing cold waters that made up the near by river. Reaching the edge he walked in just far enough to wet his ankles and barked in a high pitched voice at Nageam. Moving his lips up into a wide grin he his white teeth flashed in the sun, and his onyx colored tail waved in a wide arc as he dance excitedly in the shallow water, waiting to see how Nageam would respond.
((Sorry For such a short post))
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Post by nageam on Apr 4, 2006 22:25:43 GMT -5
The cub was startled by the fact that she’d made contact with him. Her small paws sunk into his fur to brush briefly against his flesh. Her eyes opened wide from this surprise and she soon found herself laying on the ground as Dakota dashed away. Nageam’s bright eyes glimmered as she watching him with curiosity for a while, but soon he was grinning at her and dancing in the shallow river.
Her mask of confusion at actually catching him, though she knew he’d let her, broke into a clear image of bliss and joy. She lifted herself from the ground and sprinted after him, her still short legs doing twice the work that his had. She skittered across the sand and splashed into the water, joining his dance and laughing gaily. She was deeply enjoying this morning, though by now it was slowly melting into the afternoon.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Apr 7, 2006 21:07:32 GMT -5
Dakota laughed deeply as the dappled pup join in his water dancing. He rich voice echoed out into the air and even startled a few small song birds into flight. Smiling the ebony male staped his happy movments and just looked at the area around him. He wasn't quite sure what to do next, and looking at Nageam didn't bring any help to his mind. A soft and quite silance seemed to gently settle in around them at that moment, and for some reason it made Dakota a little tense and unconfortable. Before he had a chance to think any furthur on it though his thoughts were interupted as a loud growl escaped from his stomach, alerting Dakota for the first time to just how hungry he was.
Recovering from the shock of his unexpected hunger Dakota looked over at Nageam. "Have you ever been hunting?", he asked the young fae. He had been a few times himself, and as a kerl he had been forced to learn the trade quickly. Given the right moment the young male could take most prey that he aimed for. "As you just heard, my stomach seems to be telling me something", he added with a soft laugh. "And I was wondering if you would like to join me in finding something to eat."
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Post by nageam on Apr 7, 2006 21:31:21 GMT -5
The dappled cub paused, her head cocked to the left as she wondered why Dakota had gotten so quiet all of the sudden. She watched him with her bright eyes, breathing in the crisp air. She watched him in silence. He was very handsome, now that she took the time to really look at him. His muzzle was sleek, and his fur so pure and black. He was really a sight to see, though she’d met many obsidian wolves, none had looked quite like he did. Carcharoth was much larger, and he had folds of skin that hung rather grossly off his sides, Alkiera was a female, and her eyes were a bright gold, and Desdimona, she was younger and well, a girl.
Suddenly the spell of silence that had cast itself around the two Varg broke as a strange growl emitted from Dakota. She blinked, not quite sure what had happened at first, but when Dakota explained his hunger, she realized that playing had made her a little famished as well. “No, I’ve not hunted often, once or twice when I was still living with my mother… but…” she paused, contemplating. “I’d love to go hunting with you, that is, if you don’t mind teaching me a little?”
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Apr 7, 2006 21:48:31 GMT -5
As Dakota looked over at Nageam he noticed her green eyes keeping a steading gaze in his direction. Smiling shyly he turned his head in the other direction. The modesty and shyness that sometimes laced his personality was now taking over and the fae's gave made him almost feel a little uneasy. Giving a quick glance back at her pretty face Dakota marvled agian at unique dappled coat and rich green eyes to match his own.
Tipping his ears Dakota caught Nageam's words as they escaped her light maw. "I haven't been to many times myself.", he answered. "I have made some kills though, we shouldn't have to much of a problem." Winking he quicky added, "And I would be more than happy to help you learn." Then trotting off a few feet twards the thick brush Dakota through his sleek head up into the air and let his mouth curve into a smooth circle as a deep howl rumbled from his throat signaling the start of their hunt. Then bringing his head back to level he looked at Nageam waiting for her to join him.
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Post by nageam on Apr 7, 2006 22:14:53 GMT -5
This would be most interesting. Neither was very well experienced, but Dakota seemed to know what he was doing, so Nageam didn’t mind. She’d made no kills of her own, save for the few mice that had been unfortunate enough to run into her paws. She smiled at Dakota and nodded her head as if it would serve some purpose.
She quieted immediately when he howled. This always intimidated her, her own howl was weak and young. She didn’t have the strong voice just yet, or at least, she didn’t think she did. She hadn’t howled, or had any reason to, in two whole moons. In fact, she couldn’t remember why she’d howled in the first place. But as Dakota looked to her, she saw no other choice.
Her snowy white head tipped back, her slender muzzle lifting to the sky. Her black lips parted and from her mouth spouted a rough howl, much like any cubs, but as she pushed it on, the tone smoothed and shaped itself into a beautiful song, her rich soprano sound mingled with her growing alto voice and produced a strange, in-between mix that could only ever belong to a growing wolf cub. Nageam held the note, she liked the sound of her own voice and her auds twitched and perked up to listen.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Apr 7, 2006 22:51:58 GMT -5
As Nageam's snowy head tilted back to start her own call Dakota pulled his head back into position and added his own deep tune to hers. As their voices mingled and swirled in the air Dakota was pleased with the sound that it created, it was an almost sureal experiance, this was the first time in a long time that the male had enjoyed a call with another varg.
Finishing off his howl Dakota turned his head back twards Nageam. "Your voice is nice", he said. "I am sure that it will only get better as you grow." Pushing her gently on the shoulder with his muzzle Dakota urged the fae to follow him. "C'mon", he said. "Let us find the first lera for you to practice on" With that he quickened his trot a bit an dissapeared into the forest.
((Oh jeeze, sorry for such a short post! ))
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Post by nageam on Apr 7, 2006 23:03:29 GMT -5
Nageam was proud of her howl. It was the first successful one she’d made, and she was quite pleased that she was now showing signs of becoming an adolescent, it wouldn’t be too long now.
When Dakota praised her voice, her cheeks became warm. If she could, they would be bright red, she would be blushing with embarrassment. “Thanks, yours is…” she had to swallow, “Very nice too.” She smiled at him, but was soon encouraged to follow along, and she did. Albeit a little bit clumsily.
As she hurried in his wake, Nageam had the chance to recall the times she’d been hunting and remember the few skills that she knew. The rules to hunting: silence, stealth (both kind of went under the same rule, but that was what the warrior had said), and aim. He was talking about the positioning of your fangs and claws, if you aimed just right, you could take down a small deer pretty easily, as long as there were no hooves or horns involved. Of course, she trusted him, he had been one of the few in the pack to play with her after the first disaster after all.
// Don't worry about it, as long as its not one paragraph, its not short. \\
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Apr 15, 2006 23:00:53 GMT -5
Smiling lightly at Nageam's soft praise Dakota continues to trot down the path in search of suitable prey. He wasn't quite sure what exactly he was looking for, but there seemed to be a wide selection in this part of the forest. Decieding that Nageam might like to choose the target of her first real hunt he turned to her and asked "So, what do you fancy eating today? If you look around, there seems to be plenty of leara to choose from. We can even look for a deer if you wish." At that moment he stoped and stood in the middle of the path, waiting only to give Nageam time to make her decision. As they had walked this distance she had seemed to have her mind somewhere els, thinking about the past perhaps....as Dakota often did. He didn't have memories of a first hunt with his back however, his childhood had ended to quickly for that it seemed.
Taking a deep breath all of his memeories came back for a quick visit. He had been venturing out of the pack cave for the 1st time when his family left him. "Balkar"...he whispered. The word left a bitter taste in him mouth. They had taken everything from him, and the young varg had been lucky to find a few friends at such a young age that could protect him. Shaking his head lightly he forced all of those things out of his thoughts....the past was over and he needed to concentrate on what was happening now. Turning back to Nageam he look at her, waiting for her decision.
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Post by nageam on Apr 15, 2006 23:17:04 GMT -5
Nageam’s auds perked as he addressed her. She was suddenly drawn back from her memories. “Hmm? Oh… Um…” she paused scenting the ground. She herself wasn’t quite sure what would be best. She figured that she should start kind of small for her first hunt, but the thought of deer meat made her mouth water. She wasn’t large enough for that yet though, and she couldn’t scent any fauns nearby, though there were deer, plenty of them in fact, it smelled as though a whole herd of them had gathered in a clearing that wasn’t too far from here. She’d been through there earlier that morning too. Nageam then considered Dakota’s size and age, he would need more food than her, and a rabbit would probably not sate his hunger.
However, before the cub could answer she heard a familiar word whispered. Balkar. She thought she heard bitterness, but wasn’t sure if she’d heard correctly. Her pack had always envied the Balkan Varg. They were revered for their strength and skills in her homeland. All knew of the terrible power that they possessed, and the fact that they weren’t the best wolves didn’t seem to have bothered Nageam’s father. It was him who first introduced her to their existence, and it was him who had engraved ‘Beware the Balkar, but envy their strength’ into her head. “Um… could we try deer? I’ve never hunted, and I’m probably too small to actually pose much help but…, but I’ll do my best.” She tried not to show that she might’ve heard what he’d whispered. She didn’t like to press unwelcome matters.
It wasn’t her business and it wasn’t in her nature.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Apr 16, 2006 20:20:00 GMT -5
Nodding his heavy head he answered "Yep, deer it is. And not to worry, your small size will prove perfect for the kill." Swinging his head back in the direction of the path he began to move off in the direction of a small clearing up ahead. He had smelled the heavy musky scent of the herla earlyer, and had suspected that Nageam may in fact choose the deer for their kill. It was almost impossible to resist the large and tasty animals if given the choice, and the he-varg had never minded a little challange when it came to taking down his prey. So because of this he had purposly moved them into the direction of the deer, just in case his suspitions had proved true.
Finally coming to the thick brush that provided for a fence like barrier between the herla and the varg Dakota crouched down onto his stomach. Motening for Nageam to come up beside him he whispered "You are small, so this task will be easyer for you than it would be for me. Alls you have to do is creep around the preimeter of this meadow until you find some kind of weakness in the herd, like a fawn or old animal. Then spring out of hiding and chase the animals back in my direction, they will run blindly twards me not knowing that I lay in wait. Once close enough I will come out and grab one by the neck, hopefully making a killing blow. Understand?" Silently he hopes Nageam knew what he was talking about, so it wouldn't be too hard for her. If not, and the whole hunt proved unsucsessful they could always go in search of another herd, or look for a diffrent lera. Either way, he wanted to make sure that Nageam's first hunt would prove to be a sucsess
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Post by nageam on Apr 16, 2006 22:05:47 GMT -5
Nageam nodded enthusiastically. “I understand, I just have to look for the weakest one, herd it toward you, and hope that we succeed, right? That about sums up what you want me to do? But what if they are not bothered by my size? Should I snap at them, growl, bark?” She knew what to do, she’d seen her parents scan for the perfect kill plenty of times, and she’d seen them corner it and deliver the killing blow. But she was indeed small, maybe too much so?
She was only half listening for his response though. She was already surveying the herla for weakness. Though they all looked strong and healthy to her. This would prove very difficult if she could not find any suitable deer, they might have to try something else, but then, she had only seen part of the herd.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Apr 16, 2006 22:33:30 GMT -5
Keeping his gaze on the deer in front of him Dakota swivled a dark velvet covered ear in Nageam's direction to catch her response. "Yes...."he whispered back. "Do whatever you must to get them moving in my direction. Your size won't matter, herla are flighty animals, they will run no matter what." Smiling lightly he tried to reasure the dappled fae. If this didn't work out and she got hurt....it would be his fault. I have done this manuver a million times, he silently told himself. Its all going to work out perfectly.
Breaking his gaze twards the deer he looked over at Nageam and watched as she looked for the perfect place to attack. "Go...", he whispered. "You'll do fine....this is a sure fire thing." Swinging his head back in the direction of the herd he waited....waited to see if what he kept telling himself in his head was really how the situation would play out.
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