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Post by mitia5 on Jul 25, 2006 22:25:08 GMT -5
((Sorry all, I had posted that I would be gone for a week because i had to go somewhere for school.))
Keen mismatched orbs were focused intently on the herd of elk gathered together for protection. Clenching her maw, every cream follicle felt on edge as Cairo scanned, scenting and searching for a weakness within. There was their perfect chance, a mature buck with an injured flank most likely inflicted by a previous attack by a kerl. The wound was obviously infected slowly breakind down the buck's inner systems. Locking her orbs on the buck she let out a slight whimpering yip to alert dak of her find. Instincts rocketing in high gear he would easily spot the same weak link of the herd. Her muscles almost quivering with anticipation Chalos' gruff bark was carried to her alert auds.
As if spring loaded Cairo shot out from her position with an immediate panting with the excitement and action. Like a lighting bolt she struck the buck's neck who barely even ran when it suddenly scented danger. Just like her own instincts it was the herla's instinct to give up to the mighty putnar who would use his body wisely. Collapsing slowly Cairo saw Dak's obsidian form flash in the corner of her eye as the once mightly herla breathed its final few breaths. Tightening her grasp around its throat she felt the warm flush of blood fill her maw as the movement below her ceased. Sucess. Lifting her cream head she noted the sprinting Mist rushing to Luci's aid as well as Chalos and Fang mid hunt.
It appears that Luci was doing quite well on her own yet Mist was late so it was only assumed she should help the lone varg of the pack. In fact, Cairo was amused with the fact that Chalos had assigned her to hunt alone rather than himself yet perhaps he knew his condition better than the rest of them.
Done with her share of the hunt she kept her trained orbs on her fellow pack mates should they need assistance. Stealing several more glances at Chalos rather than the others Cairo was impressed with his sleek form and agility. Although not entirely healthy he looked so graceful as he readied himself for his own kill alongside his partner Fang. Feeling bashful she turned to give Dak a satisfied smile as her panting slowed slightly, muscles still burning from the kill, blood on her maw. The ground still seemed to shake as the herd stampeded away carried by fear and the will to live.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Jul 27, 2006 22:12:58 GMT -5
Tailing Cairo Dakota swiftly followed after her cream colored form. Since she had started out ahead of him the obsidian male figured it would be best to let her make the initial blow, and then he would sweep in to help bring the remaining life force out of the terrified animal. As the small pack rushed on toward the herd Dakota saw out of the corner of his eye another pack member burst out of the brush. He has no idea who the gray femme was but she headed right for Lucivar. Luci appeared to have already succeeded in bringing down her target and for that quick moment Dakota swelled with even more pride. He was doing it now..he was finally hunting. Not by himself, but with a pack...with a family. Turing his head back to Cairo and his target Dakota picked up his pace and reached his hunting partner right as she blasted into the buck's strong form. As she hung from his neck draining the animal of its precious crimson life-giving fluid he flashed past her to attack the buck at it side. Snapping and clawing Dak dug his fangs and claws into the animal's soft flesh. His emerald orbs were shining with excitement and blood-lust as another thick stream of blood and gore poured from the new wound stretching from one side of the buck to the next. As the powerful animal finally fell to the ground Dakota had to keep himself from letting out a victorious howl. As his body vibrated with left over excitement Dak turned his now stained maw toward Cairo and laughed lightly as a bright grin split across his ebony face. Unable to contain his excitement any longer he danced closer to Cairo and butted her a little roughly on the shoulder. Then lifting his head high in the air he watched...waiting for any new signals from Chalos.
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Post by okamiwolf on Aug 1, 2006 20:15:09 GMT -5
The elk ceased all movements, it was giving up and slowly dying, Lucivar was momentarily distracted as Mist appeared, but it was safe to release the creature that she’d taken down. She smiled at Mist. “A little late dear, did you sleep in?”
Not waiting for an answer Lucivar scanned the others, her audits perked up and alert. Dakota and Cairo had taken theirs down and were both waiting, following Cairo’s gaze Luci noted that she was watching Chalos. This sent prickles down her spine and her hackles spiked with jealousy. But watching Chalos herself she seemed to relax, and soon she was smiling again. Proud to be out here today hunting with him.
||Fang, we're waiting for you dear.||
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Fang
Cub
Proud Storyteller of Deor
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Post by Fang on Aug 3, 2006 5:03:15 GMT -5
((OOC:// Sorry about my absence all. My computer has crashed (again) and I'm at my aunts house with some stupid internet connection that keeps logging me out >.< And the stress of it all has really run down my muse.. This may not be a good post..))
BIC:
Fang followed the gaze of his Alpha over to the elderly female Herla. His crimson-hued orbics glanced over at Cairo and Dakota, triumphantly bringing down a buck, and Luci also bringing down another. A vicious snarl rumbled from deep inside him as he grew closer to his target. He thought of his Dragga's ill health, and of what may happen to him if he failed to bring down the quarry without Chalos being injured. With a sudden rush of fear and adrenaline, he rushed forward. The female was not that far away now. His long strides were taking him ever closer. The female raised her head as his powerful hind legs powered him vertically upwards toward the creatures throat. Jaws clamping around the jugular and spilling the deer's blood, he hung on to the flesh of it's neck whilst waiting for Chalos to help.
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Post by Chalos Autumn on Aug 4, 2006 15:40:45 GMT -5
As the rest of Deor brought down their targets, a haze of bloodlust seemed to fall over the clearing. Fang was the first to reach and grasp onto the old doe, going right for the throat as most wolves did. A strange sensation of dizziness entered Chalos as he, too, lunged for the she-deer, instead clamping powerful jaws down upon her right hind. For a few moments, he did seem to have her under control, but as the unusual feeling in his head began to take over, he felt unable to find his senses. His chest felt tight, he seemed trapped in a cage with his airway clogged and he felt himself, somehow, losing consciousness.
Time seemed to slow as the bicoloured Dragga let go of the struggling doe, her sharp hooves coming into harsh contact with the side of his head and his shoulder as a result. Emerald eyes rolled into the back of his head as his eyes closed, maw clamping together and roughly biting his tongue. Both the doe and the alpha hit the ground at the same time, one dead with wolven fangs in its throat and the other a knocked-out mass of flesh, the sickening sound of flesh hitting the meadow ground, hard and menacing with hidden stones, echoing through the clearing.
As reality found its way back to the area and time was resumed, the only deer that remained were those who had been taken down by the pack of varg. Chalos didn't move, but his chest heaved as short, quick breaths were taken - his body was forcing him to work through the odd contractions of his lungs. The powerful Deor Dragga had been brought down by an ancient doe.. How humiliating; though he hardly stirred except to breathe, he was quite far from death.
[I've been wanting to hurt this character for a long, long time - I'm not quite sure why, but, well.. You know. Boredom does things to the weird and the morbid. Yay for masochism!]
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Post by okamiwolf on Aug 4, 2006 19:07:43 GMT -5
A sharp intake of breath made Lucivar almost choke. Her eyes wide and the look on her face of utter terror, her mouth was hanging open, the blood on her teeth dripping onto her tongue. It seemed that her bloodlust had gone, to her it felt like her entire world was crashing down. Her mind, her sub-conscious, was tearing her limb from limb, beating herself up for not having confronted him and asked him to stay at the sidelines.
“Chalos!” Her voice, suddenly found, tore through the silence that had only seconds before, been screaming in her auds. She left Mist and their prey, her slender legs carrying her forward faster than she’d ever run in her entire life. The distance between her and her Dragga was closing, and she hardly paid any mind to Fang or anything else. She was now found at Chalos’ side whining softly as she inspected his once proud figure. “Oh… why didn’t I say anything…?” she pressed her nose gently to his back.
Her plume, usually found wagging behind her, was limp and still. Her head was hung low, and though she knew that he was simply injured by the hooves of a doe, she felt worse because he was also sick. She was still beating herself up about it, yelling at herself as she stood there, frozen beside Chalos. She didn’t know what to do. And yet, they had to get Chalos back to the dens.
She listed her head, and called to her pack mates, bringing their attention over to Chalos. She was forming an idea of what to do. She’d get Dakota and Fang to take Chalos back to the dens, the others would bring the surplus of food in her company. Lucivar supposed that would be best, from there she would be sure to pick up some of the herbs that are good for healing wounds and curing pain and take them with her back to see how Chalos would be. Sometimes she hated being the Nurse of the pack.
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Post by mitia5 on Aug 6, 2006 22:11:30 GMT -5
Having been watching Chalos with an intensity of wonder, Cairo saw him go down hard the old yet solid doe's hoof smashing into his skull and shoulder. Tearing up the grass as she raced toward him she was half way there before Lucivar even began to call the other's attention. Her cream bodice was in motion before even giving Dak a reason for her sudden departure. A lean panting cream fae was now crouched in front of Chalos, auds back and nose twitching as a slight whine escaped her maw. Getting to her paws she gave out an anxious growl feeling frusturated with the event. "Damn it. This is all my fault. As a guard I should've anticipated the trouble."
Leaning her head back she gave a slightly short howl full of anger or scorn for the old herla who inflicted so much pain on the honorable dragga. Finally relaxing to think through the situation she realized the utter distress that Lucivar seemed to be in she gave her a serious gaze. "Relax Luci. He'll be okay." Giving a half hearted smile Cairo gazed around to see where Fang, Mist, and Dak were.
Scenting the air for their locations instead she let her bright mismatched orbs look down on her heaving dragga. "Chalos." Speaking in an almost stern voice she spoke close to his aud hoping to rouse him from his trauma. "Chalos, can you hear me?"
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Fang
Cub
Proud Storyteller of Deor
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Post by Fang on Aug 7, 2006 4:45:52 GMT -5
Fang's eyes had widened in shock as he saw the old doe's hooves strike the Dragga. With a dark malice he dug his teeth further through the Herla's jugular, trying to inflict more pain 'pon the already dead deer. Snarling viciously he let go, his crimson orbics fixed upon the eyes of the old deer. The Herla's eyes were almost popping out of it's skull. I hope you had a painful death, Herla His mind hissed. Then with a different urgency, he released his grip and sprinted the short distance to where their Dragga lay unconcious. He joined Cairo's angry howl with one that rose with such malice the crows and ravens that were hopping around them took flight. He looked over Chalos desperately. 'It's all my fault.. I should have brought that Herla down alone' Then he spoke to the unconcious Dragga and his peers.
"Chalos"
He only dared to mutter one word. He felt as though all the other's gaze was upon him - even though he knew they weren't. He looked at the Dragga with a deep hatred for the old deer. He had to stifle a growl that would have rumbled from his throat and probably upset the other's further.
((OOC:// Ehhh.. Bad post >.<))
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Post by Farrah on Aug 8, 2006 17:35:30 GMT -5
((I'm kinda late, aren't I?))
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Post by Mist on Aug 8, 2006 22:33:43 GMT -5
Mist sighs and shakes her head at Lucivar's question. "Yes, I know I'm late. But, no. It wasn't sleeping in." She glances away for a moment before looking back at her friend. "It was... memories again." She is cut off suddenly as a commotion starts. In a second, at Lucivar's strangled shout, Mist's attention is turned towards the Dragga. Chalos. Her golden eyes go wide in shock and horror as she takes in the scene. She glances at the herla, and, taking in it's still form, assures her self of it's death. Knowing this, she swiftly leaves it and follows the others to Chalos's still form.
Reaching the Dragga, Mist looks around swiftly, at her packmates, her eyes filled with worry. After searching their faces, her eyes settle on the pack nurse, Lucivar, and watching her she waits for her decision of what to do.
((OOC: *nod* a bit late, Farrah, but you could still post. You could either come up and have seen what happened, or pretend that you were here all along. You're decision of course, but it would be great if you did post.))
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Post by Farrah on Aug 9, 2006 14:53:07 GMT -5
((All right. Thanks! I think I must've slept in or something... )) Farrah panted, her tongue lolling. The pack had long since left on their hunt, and she had accidentally forgotten the appointment. She had awoken to the caressing sun on her face, the warmth creeping through her limbs; it had been so pleasant, that she had let all thoughts of food slip her mind. ************* Farrah awoke, with Fenris blaring in her eyes. The heat was scorching her nose, and the camp was silent. Uh oh! she thought, remembering her obligation to the pack. She rose quickly, and began to track the scent. Eventually, she found them, surrounding a dead herla, and their wounded leader. Oh Tor... she screamed inwardly. Now the guilt began to play. If she had been there, another set of teeth and jaws to help bring down the beast, would he have been hurt so? She rushed in to see if his gash was life-threatening...
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Aug 12, 2006 22:40:30 GMT -5
Still standing proudly by their new kill Dak was more then surprised to see Cairo's cream tinted body surge by him once more. What was she doing? Going for another target? Yet as his emerald eyes followed her speeding frame it quickly became evident that she was not going for another kill at all but rushing to the side of their wounded dragga. Startled by the sight of Chalos's body splayed out on the ground Dakota wasn't sure how to react. He had only been in the pack for a few suns now and already the days had taken a horrible turn. Forcing his mind to work Dakota stiffly moved his legs, taking shaky steps until he too stood at his leader's side. Looking among the Deor members Dak's mind reeled as he saw their grief. He saw Luci sick with worry, and then Cairo trying to consul her but her pretty face still remained shadowed with concern.
Pulling his eyes away at last he spoke. "We need to get him home", the obsidian male said rather flatly, not daring to show any of the emotions now flooding his mind. His usually calm collected voice was now tense and shaky while its warm rich tone had been replaced with high pitched tones of the concern he was trying so hard to hide. Not even noticing their food supply that now littered the earthen floor Dakota looked to Luci. She was the next ranking member here and he hoped dearly that she had a plan.
[Sorry for the wait guys!]
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Nocturnia Diiore
Sikla
?The Chuck Norris of wolfdom?
Transylvania's Original Obsidian Terror.
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Post by Nocturnia Diiore on Aug 17, 2006 22:43:34 GMT -5
[...Chalos passes. He can't do much when he's unconscious..]
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Post by okamiwolf on Aug 18, 2006 16:29:28 GMT -5
||Taking Chalos' turn|| Lucivar knew that Cairo was just trying to comfort her, but she knew that he would be fine. It was the matter of moving him that worried her. “I know he will, Cairo, as a Nurse I do have some medicinal abilities.” She stood a little bit taller now, letting her bravery take over while the real and concerned Luci took a step back and lurked in the back of her mind and tried to hold up her heavy heart.
For a moment, Lucivar stepped around Chalos’ body and nudged Fang with her cheek. “Fang, he’s fine, it’s not your fault, none of this is. Thank you for watching him for me.” She then gave him an almost motherly lick on the top of his head and turned her attention to the others gathering around. “Don’t come too close, we don’t want to smother him.” She warned the wolves that were coming closer. Dakota, Mist, and Farrah all among them. She was glad that their group had grown, especially now that Farrah was hear, the Healer of the pack could help Lucivar decipher exactly how much damage was done and perhaps what kind of illness was ailing their Dragga.
“Farrah, I’m glad to see you’ve come, the wound isn’t too bad, granted that it’ll sting when he wakes, but… He’ll be fine. We need to get him back to the dens, we’re not helping Chalos by keeping him out in the open.” She paused, thinking back to her plan. “Dakota, Fang, take Chalos home, but be careful, we don’t want his wounds to open any further than they already are. Girls, we’ll take the pray, Farrah, I want you to go with Dakota and Fang, keep an eye on our Dragga and be sure that the trip goes smoothly.”
She was silent for a while, and she knew taking control like this was way out of her character. Lucivar, the normally calm and submissive, this was a step out of her usual self. “Well, get going!”
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Post by mitia5 on Aug 21, 2006 16:17:19 GMT -5
((So very sorry for the wait. I didn't realize it was my turn till Dak had informed me. )) Cream pelt bristling as Lucivar barked out the orders, Cairo understood that they had to act quickly. An injured dragga was an oppurtunity many would not want to miss such as enemy packs or even other putnar. Holding back she tried her hardest to not point out the mistakes she believed Cairo to be making in the plan. Although dangerous in the open she felt that keeping him where he was until he was concious was safer and less degrading than dragging him back to their lands. Her icy orb and hazel orb studied each pack member quickly, surveying their emotions and stand in the situation. Obviously Lucivar had taken on the leadership role which did not bother Cairo. What bothered Cairo is the actual plan yet still she was reluctant to say a word. Still quite new to the pack she had little rank even as a guard and even less trust or confidence built in the other members of how reliable she was. Taking another long gaze down at her still noble dragga, there was a silent acceptance that this was no time to challenge what Civar had decided especially in front of the others. Nodding stiffly in agreement she turned her back quickly rushing toward her and Dak's catch. With the rush of adrenaline pumping through her Cairo was convinced that she could manage the large kill. Each of them had their duties assigned and hers was to bring the prey back home. Attached to her prey, it seemed only right for her to drag the buck to the best of her ability. Reaching the dead herla, the cream fae didn't hesitate to grab its hide between her incisors just around its massive shoulders. Giving a hard tug it barely moved an inch. It was a large kill that much to her dismay, she could not bring back alone. Frusturated her gaze scanned the other herla that had been taken down during the pack's hunt. There were no calves which would be easy enough to carry alone so the only alternative was to rip a large chunk of its body off the carcass to deliver home. Giving a slight whine Cairo scented the air, growing dark it was her best chance to locate the other pack members. With erect auds she listened for instruction or at least a vague idea as to what the others were doing.
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