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Post by Mav on Jan 16, 2007 14:51:19 GMT -5
//OOC: First off, sorry about being inactive as of late. Been trying too get my life stable as of late and things are starting too calm down now. But I want too see Koran more active! C’mon all you lazy Koranians, get off your tails! Well I haven’t been helping much either. But anyhow, here’s a brand new thread where you all can get too know your new Lead Warrior and former Dragga of Frecne.//
The early morning sun slowly crept out of the horizon. Its warmth and light moved stealthily over mountain peaks and stretched across the land with every passing second. The time was now for all of Fenris’ creatures too wake and begin a new day, his gaze now slowly passing over the Koran lands. At around this hour, a white wolf would stir from the morning radiance. Slowly his golden optics would open to reveal pools of intelligence as they surveyed his surroundings. For several suns, Mav was confined too the Drappa’s den for his own safety. For his wounds needed time too heal, yet the fiery spirit of the former Dragga yearned for the freedom of being able move about, and this would that day. Rising too his ivory paws, the former Dragga exited Tarkah’s den, being careful not to disturb his sister while he made his way out onto Koranian soil.
His golden glow scanned the scene that played across his field of gaze. Searching too see if he in fact did wake before any other pack member had. At the moment, it seemed as though Mav had accomplished this task. The air around his arctic body was cool as it encircled the arctic warrior and cooled his double coated winter pelt. The ivory powders beneath his paws stood no chance too affect his experienced paws as they carried the former Dragga around several den sites located near by. Perhaps if one or more Koranians were also awake, they would see the image of a white Varg briefly pass along by the openings of their dens. Although his wounds may have healed, they forever left their mark on the white wolf. Not that it bothered Mav, for over the course of his life he has absorbed many scars from countless experiences. But they only helped to strengthen the wise warrior. Perhaps on this day, he would get too know his fellow pack mates better.
//Nice and short, feel free too post and meet Tarkah’s brother.//
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Post by Kai on Jan 16, 2007 15:41:54 GMT -5
The chilled morning air made a light fog along the ground of the Koran pack lands, the ground still blanketed by the perfect snow of the night before, no tracks had disturbed its smooth surface. Kai had woken up not too long ago and was still debating whether or not he should abandon the warmth of his den to get up and venture outside. It didn't seem like any of his pack mates had awakened yet, judging by the stillness outside. Stretching his long ebon legs out before him, his maw parted into a wide yawn. Resting his head on his paws again, his eyelids fell partially over his amber orbs, giving him an expression of boredom or indifference.
He was a warrior of the humble pack, his streamlined charcoal body having been honed by the struggles of his young life and the training he had received while in the pack. He had come a long way from when he was a pup, and now had his heart set on becoming one of the best warriors of the pack, maybe even the Lead Warrior.
Something stirred outside and it quickly caught his amber gaze. It was Maverick, the Ivory Dragga, brother to his Drappa, Tarkah. He was the newest addition to the pack, after having fled from the human's encampment and made it out alive. Kai rose to his paws and went out to see him. After all, the day was early and he doubted anyone else would be awake at this hour. He had already taken a liking to the strong Mann, and thought he could perhaps learn a thing or two from him. "Goodmorning, Maverick," he said happily as he padded out of the cave, though not too loud. "What are you doing up so early?"
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Post by Mav on Jan 16, 2007 20:34:00 GMT -5
Much like those of satellite dishes, his well trained ivory auds caught the distinct sounds of snow being disturbed from its resting place. The crackles of freshly fallen powder stirred up by sudden pressure usually went unnoticed too your every day Varg. But Mav’s well skilled mind told the former Dragga that he was being approached. Turning his golden pools at the Koran warrior, Mav watched as the ebony Koranian approached. A smile formed on Kai’s maw as he spoke too the ivory male. He hadn’t at all expected anyone too be up at this point of the day. Light had only barely touched the Koranian lands, and the heavens above still hinted a bit of ocean blue before they would soon be taken over by Fenris’ light completely. “Good morning Kai.” Maverick responded to the Koran warrior. “I always wake up at this time. It’s a forced habit bestowed upon me by my former master and Dragga, rest his soul.”
Mav took a moment too study Kai intently as he stood before the former Dragga. From the look of his body, the ivory male quickly concluded that he must have been taught the art of the warrior at some point in his life. He found it unlikely that Kai could have learned on his own. But the question for Mav was who had been molding the young Varg into the fighter that now stood before him. It certainly couldn’t have been his sister Tarkah. She was too kind hearted too take up such a task. In the end the former Dragga decided too ask Kai about that later, as he pushed the thought into the far reaches of his mind. “I’m glad you’re up Kai.” Maverick spoke to the charcoal male. “It’s been ages since I’ve treaded these lands, and I’m afraid I’ve forgotten the layout of my sister’s territory. Would you mind if you took me on a routine patrol around the Koran terra?” Suddenly, a growl erupted in the pit of Maverick’s insides. Telling the white warrior not too forget about the empty pit in his stomach. “And perhaps along the way we can hunt for Herla, if your game.”
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Exerci
Sikla
Beta Female of Koran Lead Scout of Koran
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Post by Exerci on Jan 17, 2007 5:24:03 GMT -5
In the cool morning air, hardly anything stirred. And yet, the arctic femme stirred in her den. Unfortunatley for the varg who was most comfortable in the trees, she abided by the customs of the Transylvanians and slept in dens as they did. Of course, for someone used to napping in the branches like some over-sized feline, it was somewhat different. The cool breeze that ruffled her semi-awake form heralded of the new day. Opening one silvery optic, she gazed out at the snowy lands that the Koran Pack inhabitted. As she did every morning before the rest of her comrades awoke, she would take a stroll - but it was a stroll of a different kind, for it took place in the branches. An invisible leap transferred her to the tree, so fast it was almost literally invisible. The particurly large scout stayed still for a while, auditories twitching atop her head as the sounds of gentle pawfalls nearby were noticed, followed by words.
In no time at all, the Tora-gee femme was hidden in the branches above the two vargs heads. From what she could see, Kai was there and by his words this was Maverick - Tarkah's brother. A smile painted across her jaws as she leapt fown at frightening speed to land beside Kai. The visible form of the femme wasn't what you would expect for someone agile enough to run through the trees and be as comfortable as a squirrel. Her body was tall, muscular - lean even. And yet she was silent. The training in the Far Northland worked all those moons ago.
"Ah, good morning Kai"
With only a slight pause she turned her crania to Maverick before continuing with a polite bow of her head for the former Dragga.
"You must be Mav, I've heard talk of you and yet this seems to be our first meeting. I'm Exerci, sir"
[OOC:// That suckethed.]
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Post by Kai on Jan 17, 2007 23:52:41 GMT -5
Dipping his head in respect, his amber eyes soon returned to meet Maverick's, though not in a challenging sort of way. His skin prickled with the cold air surrounding him, so different from the warmth of his den, but in a few minutes he would be used to it again. Nodding his head to show he understood Maverick's first set of words, he stood silent, waiting for something...what, he wasn't sure. He too was usually up early, not because he had been forced to make it a habit, it had just become one all on its own. This didn't necessarily mean he would leave the warmth of his den, but occasionally he would patrol the perimeter just to make sure everything was in its rightful place. One could never be too careful.
His velvet ears perked up as the ivory male spoke again, proposing that Kai show him around. "I'd be more than happy to show you around." His next comment was a relief as well, as his own stomach felt like it was shriveling up. "Sure, I'm game. Herla sounds wonderful this morning." In truth, he hadn't participated in many pack hunts. He was inexperienced when it came to bigger game and was only a master at hunting rabbits and badgers. This would be a good learning experience for him. Besides, how much different could it be than fighting?
Turning to escort the Dragga, he took one step forward, his paw leaving a large imprint in the virgin snow. Before they set off however, he heard a rustling in the trees above, and before he had time to analyze the situation, something large dropped from the treetops right beside him, sending his hackles bristling and catching him off guard.
It was Exerci. A newer addition to the pack, the she-Varg towered over most of the pack members. She was built like a bear and had an awkward peltage of white and ebon stripes. The expression on her maw revealed her amusement at having startled the warrior, though Kai didn't find it the least bit funny. In his opinion, she had no right to go sneaking about the treetops spying on the members of her own pack, but this he would keep to himself.
"Good morning, Exerci."
Having nothing more to say, he waited silently, amber eyes gazing at the ground and his tail hanging limp behind him.
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Post by Mav on Jan 20, 2007 12:01:18 GMT -5
“Well then it’s settled, of we go then.” The ivory male spoke to Kai. In truth Maverick very much looked forward to getting to know the lands of Koran again. His golden gaze held an aura of excitement as they fell on the form of the Koran Warrior. He certainly knew Kai had lots of potential, and since the former Dragga was now considered amongst the other Vargs as Koranian, he was eager to the skills to which Tarkah’s hand selected wolves possessed. Images of the thrill of the hunt began to fill his thoughts, and Maverick found himself licking his lips in anticipation. But before he could take his first step, the Lead Warrior of Koran would be greeted by the sudden appearance of Exerci, who from the former Dragga’s point of view looked as if she had just fallen into place from the heavens. At first such a concept escaped the ivory male’s thoughts and left Maverick with the gaze of perplexity. For even his experienced golden pools had never seen such an act. It was as if the bi hued Fae had simply jumped down for the trees.
Then the idea dawned upon Maverick. That was exactly what happened, and what a site to behold. Unlike any Varg the ivory male had ever seen before. Tall and toned from head to tale, with ebon strips that rested comfortably across her back and arms, and a scar situated across her ivory muzzle. Although this was his first encounter with the tree walkers of the Hyucha Clan, he was certainly familiar with the customs of the clan whom situated in the lands far north of here. All throughout Maverick’s life, he had learned the importance of knowledge towards the art of being a warrior. And he made it a point to collect as much of it as possible. It was important to gain knowledge from all customs, to better understand the way of other worlds, and to improve yourself. “Exerci is it?” Maverick spoke to the bi hued Femora. “Now what would one from the Hyucha clan be doing way out here? In either case, I’m honored to meet someone from my home land.” That being said, Maverick bowed his head in respect to the tree climber.
“Excellent then,” Maverick spoke as he rose his head back up to assert his dominance over both Varg. “We’re nearly ready to set off.” This trip was looking more and more interesting. The white male certainly looked forward to getting to know the Koran scout better. She certainly had an appeal to her that caught the Lead Warrior’s interest, and this expedition was the perfect way to get to know Exerci better. But to bring down Herla, they would require the assistance of another. Maverick knew this, and therefore spoke it aloud. “We’ll need one more set of jaws for this mission.” He spoke aloud. But it couldn’t just be anyone in the former Dragga’s mind. If he were to get the chance to speak to the Hyucha Fae alone, he’d need someone to hold Kai’s attention. Another idea now dawned upon the arctic male. “You two wait here a moment.” He spoke to Exerci and Kai. “I’m going to collect us another for this trip. I’ll just be a moment.” A grin settled upon his ivory maw at the thought of this idea. If all went according to plan, everything would click into place. Giving a nod to the two Koranians, Maverick made his way toward one of the many den sights, and disappeared within it innards. Soon afterwards he emerge with the company of another. Upon exiting the den, he motioned for another to step out into the open.
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Tourniquet
Sikla
Sikla Male of Koran
We have been here before
Posts: 148
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Post by Tourniquet on Jan 20, 2007 12:22:34 GMT -5
The icy sting of the cold air or maybe the sound of the snow being disturbed from it's lonely place either one had awoken this Varg but he wasn't too sure of it but then again to him it never really mattered that much. Raising his grey body and giving a slow and silent yawn the young varg shook the excess snow from his rough pelt, stopping in all movement his erect and sensitive ears swiveled to catch the sounds of other koranians talking amongst themselves. Turning cold, possibly as cold as the air itself he had been told before but never really put much stock into it, golden brown orbs toward them he watched them silently.
Tourn was unsure of how to approach this at any real rate, he had been accepted into the pack by Tarkah not to long ago but due to th Drappa's strange suspicion of him all the others looked at him with a gaze of indifference and equally matched suspicion and he knew that most did not trust him. He really didn't know his rank but from the way they looked at him most of the time he felt like a Sikla, no matter though as he had long ago grown immune to angry eyes and words.
He was a strange Varg in all factors yes, he would often sit upon a rock of variable size and stare silently in one direction for at least an hour as though searching for something that was not of his own. His name was also a strange one, Tourniquet, most Vargs would address him as Tourn to cut down on the trouble of saying his name but then again he began to wonder if the others were also suspicious of his name as th word sounded almost evil in it's sounding.
Enough of that anyway, his grey ears lined with a dark navy hue slicked back slightly, this navy hue started from his ears and traveled down his back to the end of his tail while the rest of his lean body was a simple grey. Moving slowly he stopped short of the other Vargs and sat in silence simply watching and listening.
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Exerci
Sikla
Beta Female of Koran Lead Scout of Koran
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Post by Exerci on Jan 20, 2007 15:50:47 GMT -5
Although the ivory femora felt welcomed into the new pack, she knew very well there were some who weren't quite acustomed with her ways. The scout seemed to tell, by the almost unnoticable hint of displease in the Warrior's voice, that he was one of many. Smiling apologetically, her pale, silver-green spheres showed true concern - she wasn't one who enjoyed seeing others annoyed, saddened, or any form of emotion except for a happy one.
Attention turning to the slightly bewildered look 'pon the former Dragga of Frecne's visage, she smiled again. Unlike many of her clan, she had been once classed as a sikla - the only reason not being her persona, but the unusual markings which mutated her appearance from one of pure ivory, and yet she was such a bubbly and helpful soul - lively and yet not overpoweringly so. Hearing the words of the great mann-varg, she seemed almost suprised at his knowledge of her clan, that was until she remembered that he was from the lands she originated to. The Arctic - or 'Far Northlands' as she preferred to refer to the area herself.
"I suppose it would be a rathre long story to explain. It is an honour to meet someone from my homeland here to me, too."
As the Koranian scout heard the news of a hunt for the first time since her arrival at the scene, she smiled - this would be one of her first hunts in quite a while. At Maverick's prospect of anbother set of jaws, it dawned on her that the three of them, despite their experience when it was all merged together, wouldn't be enough to bring down a decent Herla. Nodding her head as Mav padded toward the dens, she waited in silence. Smiling apologetically to Kai again to prove she really was sorry for disturbing him before, she turned her vale to Maverick and the other male who was approaching too, although she wasn't sure if this was who he'd intended to bring.
The one who had joined the little parade was the varg who many of the Pack classed as the sikla, Tourniquet. His name was quite a handful on the tongue, she had to admit, so like most she refered to him as Tourn. Smiling kindly, she had no intention of thinking of him as a sikla. Just like in her clan far away, back home, there would be no siklas in her mind.
"Morning Tourniquet"
Her vocals were calmed and gentle as usual, despite the fire that burned in her heart at the prospect of the hunt. Now, with Tourn in their company, they would finally be able to set out, it seemed.
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Krystal Zanguzen
Sikla
Lead Scout and Emissary of Ge-Rad
Ge-Radian by Heart but Zanguzen by Blood
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Post by Krystal Zanguzen on Jan 20, 2007 17:22:16 GMT -5
A cold wet nose poked at her side as the Kerl slept. Having been awoken by the disturbance, she otherwise would have continued on sleeping. Krystal optics would open to gaze up at an arctic wolf. His ivory pelt slowly coming into focus as Maverick quickly exited the den as swiftly as he had entered. The ebony and ivory Fae had been sleeping on her side, and thus saw the world at an angle as colors and images came into focus. Slowly the bi-colored Fae would rise to her ebon paws, a long yawn escaping her midnight muzzle in the process. It was only by Tarkah’s blessing that she had been allowed to stay in her lands until her wounds had fully healed. To which they themselves were healing nicely. Krystal reminded herself that she would need to thank the Koran healer Snow again for the work he had done on her. Thankfully the wounds inflicted by the humans were not serious, and would leave no lasting mark on her body. Her vision now clear, Krystal watched as Maverick stood outside the den, motioning her to come out with a flick of his head. Apparently something was going on, and the ivory Varg wanted her to be apart of the festivities.
Letting another yawn escape from her maw, Krystal proceeded to make her way out of the darkness and security of the Koran den and into the light of the world. Now fully visible to any who looked toward the two Varg’s, she shook herself in an attempt to rid the remaining somnolent sensations from her form. Fenris’ light gently wrapped its warmth around her body as her pelt reflected a tranquil glow. Krystal’s bi-hued gaze quickly caught the sight of three other Varg’s as she scanned the area around her. Kai and Exerci stood together, and seemed to be waiting for something, or perhaps conversing with themselves. One she recognized right away, as she focused on Kai’s ebon form. Though Krystal had only seen him briefly when she and Maverick first arrived, he seemed like a nice Varg. The other, a white Fae with ebon stripes she had never seen before. And another wolf lay hidden in the shadows, perhaps unsure if he should join. “What’s going on?” Krystal finally asked Maverick after a moment of silence.
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Post by Kai on Jan 20, 2007 20:41:02 GMT -5
((Note: Kai doesn't know Mav is the Lead Warrior yet.))
It seemed as though the tour with Maverick would have to be postponed, if not canceled altogether. The ivory Dragga seemed all of a sudden distracted with the rest of the pack waking up. Kai was surprised that anyone else was awake and let out a light sigh. His amber orbs met Exerci again, the over-sized Fae seemed genuinely sorry for having startled him and offered an apologetic smile. He offered his own smile in return, letting her know that he bore no hard feelings towards her. Maverick seemed especially interested in conversion with her and finding out more about her homeland. He supposed it wold be interesting, learning how she was taught to climb trees- quite a feat for a Varg.
His eyes went out of focus for a moment, and he was surprised to see a Varg in the trees, hidden from view. A spy? he though as his hackles bristled. Making eye contact with the stranger, his eyes narrowed. Ne knew not that is was Tourniquet until Exerci called out to him. A fellow pack member that he had never met, which wasn't very surprising considering he hadn't met very many of them. He softened his expression towards the Sikla before turning away, leaving he and Exerci to chat. It seemed on this morning he would be making a few new acquaintances, and would have to talk to Mav about training and such later. After all, if he aspired to be Koran's new Lead Warrior, he would have to learn from the best, right?
Maverick had wandered off for a moment, a devious glint in his eye as he departed towards the dens. After a few moments, he saw the Dragga emerge again, accompanied by a smaller, ebony wolf. It was Krystal, the Fae from before who had entered the land with Maverick after having escaped from the human village. He wondered if she would be joining them on the hunt as well, and what exactly Mav had planning. Silently, he stood there waiting for them to come over and for Mav to explain his intentions.
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Post by Mav on Jan 21, 2007 20:58:11 GMT -5
Though he didn’t know it at the moment, the Arctic Mann would forever remain scared by the happenings on his life. Though many would become nothing more then a memory, several will the former Dragga forever be forced to carry along as trophies. They would act as both his curse, and a reminder of the life the ivory male had endured. One in particular, would quickly make its presence known on the face of the lead warrior, a scar that traveled between his golden gaze and along the top of his ivory maw. Bestowed graciously by man’s cruel hand, it was a testament to the hatred that eternally fueled a raging revulsion deep within the former Dragga’s heart which no other could ever hope to view or comprehend. But for now, such atrocities would lay hidden in stealth. It was time for the Koranians to feast upon the meat of Herla, and Maverick’s small battalion of Varg was ready to set off.
“Come Krystal.” He said to the duel hued Fae, his voice set deep and regal as he spoke to his friend whom, much like himself, had dealt with man’s cruelty. “A hunt is nearly at paw, and we’ll need another set of fangs to bring down Herla on this sun.” Knowing that the Fae would provide an extra boost of experience too an all ready impressive set of Varg’s, Maverick was confident that they would be able to provide Koran with much needed meat, after having weathered Wolfbane’s winter. That being said, the ivory lead warrior turned his golden gaze back on the forms of Exerci and Kai, whom he had guessed were probably conversing amongst each other. But it would seem as though there was some sort of distraction. Another Varg made her presence known. Unknowing if this Sikla was either friend or foe, Maveick called out too all three of them.
“Kai, Exerci!” Maverick called out as he parted his muzzle. “Come meet my friend here. She’ll be joining us on our hunt. And bring your little friend too!” All ready the former Dragga could taste the delectable meat in his mind’s eye. The winds often carried many scents as they traversed all terra with absolute freedom. The breeze had always been vital towards a successful hunt, always bringing information to any who could decipher the encryptions that floated right in ones face. On this instant, they would haul the scent of dear across the lands of Koran and into the nasals of the ivory male. They had caused Maverick to instinctively pass his tongue keenly around his ivory maw and lips, only momentarily revealing the pearly daggers that were concealed within the confines of his muzzle. Daggers that have tasted the flesh of Balkar savored the skin of dog and even the blood of man.
(Note: I think we have a turn order now, Mav-Tourn-Exerci-Kai-Krystal. That's my best guess, if anyone has a suggestion for the turn order feel free to suggest.)
(EDIT: Changed the post order)
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Tourniquet
Sikla
Sikla Male of Koran
We have been here before
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Post by Tourniquet on Jan 21, 2007 21:09:22 GMT -5
Tourn blinked as he was addressed and he smiled a little as he slowly stepped out of the shadows, he moved to sit next to Exerci silently for a moment as his paws shifted momentarily on the soft grass and dirt under the rough pads. Ears perking as he was greeted his gold-brown orbs turned to Exerci and he nodded "Morning." he replied softly, he wasn't shy but he was soft spoken and a tiny bit withdrawn but one would get around that if they spent time with him.
He turned his eyes to Mav as he reappeared from the den and he too felt the excitment at the thought of a hunt, ears going back slightly he kept quiet which was what the others also found a little strang with him, whn he was a kerl he was always use to the silance so he never spoke much in response to this and only used any words when spoken too.
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Exerci
Sikla
Beta Female of Koran Lead Scout of Koran
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Post by Exerci on Jan 22, 2007 13:00:03 GMT -5
As the lean femmé stood at Kai's side, she shook the thick mane of fur that fell around her neck, pure crystal white. They waited, and the ivory figure of Mav and an unknown bi-hued femora. Curiously cocking her head to the side, she noticed that the two seemed to be friends and so she relaxed. A friend of her Packmates was a friend of hers. Smiling at the new femme, she nodded her head respectfully.
Mav's lyrics entered her auditories, which swivelled acordingly atop her crania, her head turning seconds later. Smiling as Tourniquet ventured out of the shadows and into the light, she was suprised to see the navy blue hued stripe that ran down his spine. 'Similar to someone I know' She chuckled within herself. As the male's word's also entered her senses, she smiled again before gesturing for Tourniquet and Kai to take the first steps toward the former Dragga of Frecne and his friend with a nod of her head. Politness was always welcome, a sign of friendliness - at least she hoped so.
Shaking her thick peltage, she imagined the rush of adreneline as they all chased the Herla - but not in the mad, unorganised way she had experienced herself doing before she joined Koran many moons ago - no, this would be a successul hunt, she was sure they would bring down some prey, a little inkling deep within her mind told her so. Excitment bubbled within the fae as she got ready to follow the others to the Lead Warrior's side.
/That sucked, lol/
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Post by Kai on Jan 24, 2007 0:13:33 GMT -5
Stretching his long, powerful legs out in front of him, his back arched as he cracked his back and let out a wide yawn. As Exerci had done, he shook his short ebon pelt as if to rid his body of fatigue in preparation for the big day ahead. It would be his first real hunt, why not be excited? Not to mention the spoils that would come at the end if they proved successful. Smiling at Exerci and Tourniquet, he padded forward to meet Maverick and Krystal. It was odd seeing a Fae display such courtesy to males, though Exerci didn't seem quite like other Fae in that respect. Perhaps he would take some time after or during the hunt to get to know her a little better.
Nodding to Maverick and his greeting, he made his way over to him and Krystal, assuming that Exerci and Tourn were following. His amber orbs met the unique azure and emerald tinted eyes of the Fae and he couldn't help but think how he had never seen anything like them in all the world. Smiling kindly, he bowed his head low to the ground in respect. Any friend of Maverick and Koran was a friend of his as well. "Good morning, Krystal" he said in good cheer. It was good to see her feeling better, as she looked much better than when they had first met under such horrible conditions. She would definitely be a welcomed addition to the hunting party, since she seemed like an able-bodied hunter. He knew little more of the Fae than what Maverick had spoken of her at their arrival, but from what he had heard, she carried the mark of the Zanguzen: One of the more reputable packs of the land.
Looking around, he surveyed the gathered posse. Five wolves in total, and he was sure Exerci and Krystal could hold there own, as well as Maverick and himself. He wondered about Tourniquet though, who seemed a bit younger and surely more timid than the rest. He offered the Mann a reassuring smile, hopefully with time he would be drawn out of his cage. If he had never been on a real hunt before, now was as good a time as ever to learn. Smiling up at Mav, eyes glinting with anticipation, his tail began to sway contentedly behind him. "So Maverick, do you think we've got enough for the hunt now?" He was eager to bring down his first Herla and savor the prize that awaited them all at the end.
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Post by Mav on Jan 27, 2007 12:32:58 GMT -5
(How about no body knows who has what position, assuming that Phantom’s thread takes place later in time.)
A total of five wolves now stirred in the land of Koran, each one anticipating the hunt that lay before them. Adrenalin would pump in the veins of the ivory male and the thrill of making the kill filled his mind’s eye. His golden gaze studied the others who would accompany him on this glorious hunt. If he was to work well with the other members of the Koran pack, Maverick would need to know the strengths and weaknesses each possessed. First, his golden optics fell on the form of his bi-colored friend. Krystal certainly had the training, he knew that much. The Zanguzen would have honed her skills to the up most perfection; her experience would come in handy come time to confront the Herla. After giving a nod of approval, he then turned his pools on the tiger stripped lead scout of Koran.
Like Krystal, she too possessed skills from a former pack. Like the Zanguzen, the Hyucha were very well known and respected. Her skills too would prove essential in bringing back to Koran plentiful meat. Again he gave another nod of approval, and soon turned his gaze onto the ebon warrior of Koran. Truly his elite team was something to behold. All ready an able bodied warrior of Koran, Maverick wondered for a moment just what kind of skills the warrior possessed. A grin soon showed itself on his ivory maw, at the thought of seeing just how skilled this warrior was. But for now, the matter at hand was the hunt, and he was glad to know that Kai would be joining them. A third nod of approval soon followed, and he turned his orbs on the last member of his team, perhaps the only weak link in the chain. The Sikla looked shy and reserved, unsure of where his place was amongst the other members of the pack.
But no one was simply born with great skill, for all had to first be taught the arts of survival before one could master them. And so it was decided, this would be a good experience for the young Tourn. Perhaps there was more to him then his outer appearance showed. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time he had come across such a wolf. Satisfied with his assessment of the group, Maverick turned his head to Kai to address his earlier question. “Yes Kai,” Maverick spoke to the ebon warrior. His tone was regal as that of a leader would be. Deep lyrics escaped his ivory throat as he spoke. “We have all we need to ensure meat in our bellies on this sun.” Having answered the warrior’s question, Maverick now spoke louder, so as to address all of his team.
“On this sun,” Maverick spoke, his tone filled with a sense of inspiration, as the words flowed from his mind to his throat and from his throat to his maw like a well oiled machine. “We will savor the meat of Herla, and drink from their sweet nectar! We will show everyone the strength and resolve that course through our veins like the mighty river! For like the river, no obstacle can hinder our goal! And on this sun, Fenris will reign on his throne in the heavens, and watch with a grand smile as his children bring down the ultimate prize! I have faith in all of you, and together, all Herla will tremble before us!” With that said, Maverick raised his ivory maw to the heavens, and let lose a powerful howl deep from his throat. His song rose to the heavens, as if to meet with Fenris himself and ask a blessing from the wolf god.
(Ok, now everyone make their last post so that mine can be the last one in this thread. Afterwards, I'll make my last post, and make a new thread in the Hunt section of TS to continue the RP)
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