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Hangry Hangry Hippo - Sagacity - Jan 09, 2014 RE: NIGHT'S WATCH Standing packs, in light of the impending heavy snowfall and dire conditions Relic Lore is adopting by the hour, either keep their Scouts close or send them off in search of resources. @Gent @Naia @Maksim ^Good posting order for you guys? [dohtml] Though their initial welcome to the forest had been one of predatory success, it had been too long since any of the Hollowheart Keep wolves had seen trace of any sort of prey- even such small things as squirrels and rabbits had seemingly vanished from the area completely. No tracks or scent led to any nooks or crannies where they could hide from the cold and danger of being hunted...So it seemed as though they had vanished into thin air, and left shortly after the wolves made their new home in the forest.[/dohtml] RE: Hangry Hangry Hippo - Gent - Jan 09, 2014 [dohtml]
RE: Hangry Hangry Hippo - Naia - Jan 10, 2014 OOC|| -gulp- Hangry Naia scares me...|| [dohtml] ♦♦♦♦♦ Naia watched the pair move through her woods from her concealed position beneath a withered briar bush. A deep inhale brought their distant scents to her nose, barely discernible in the still, frigid air. They smelled familiar somehow, and Naia's brow wrinkled in annoyance at her inability to place the smell. One fact was certain though: they were pack wolves, and therefore had no business sniffing around the Cut Rock River border unannounced. Keep going, move along... she silently willed them, her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the pair. She was feeling a little petulent this morning, which was out of character for her, but most likely due to the ache deep within her empty belly. The caches were not empty yet, though every day her family members were able to provide less and less for the pack's stores. If the older wolves didn't cut back on their consumption, soon there would be nothing left to nourish the pack's three rapidly-growing pups. This was unacceptable in Naia's eyes, so instead of feeding this morning she had tightened her proverbial belt and pushed on to her border patrol. Her ears flicked forward as she heard the dark-pelted male speak, and the still air transmitted every word. The Timber lady's honey eyes widened in surprise, and a rage unlike any emotion she had ever experienced ignited within her. The longer she served within Makisim's ranks, the more her own feelings and reactions surprised her. Was pack life changing her? The relaxed, easygoing wolf Naia had known herself to be was vanishing, replaced by a diligent and protective pack wolf that did NOT take kindly to what this stranger was suggesting.. A warning bark burst from within her as she swiftly rose from her position, barley noticing the brittle briar limbs snapping around her. The bark echoed through the trees, and it would surely alert @Maksim or any other nearby packmate to the intrusion. In a few leaps she was standing before the pair, bristling and growling as she snarled her own answer to male's question, ”I wouldn't count on it.” She paused to size up the brawny yearling, her usual cautious intuition silenced by newfound feelings of protective aggression. Though he was young, the lad possessed a solid and muscled build, suggesting he would grow into a large and formidable man. He seemed weakened though, as if he had been starved or exposed to the elements as of late. ”Return to your own borders immediately, and we can forget this meeting happened.” Her gaze then flicked to the yearling's female companion, indicating that her words also applied to the silver lady. Though the young male was the one who had spoken, she was guilty by association. Now that she was closer to the two, she knew why they smelled so familiar. While traveling the Pass as a loner in these lands last spring, she had run into a grumpy wolf from the pack that resided on the Great Mountain. It was not an enjoyable experience, as Naia ended up getting run off with her tail between her legs. These two reeked of his scent-- had he become their leader? The thought of it boiled Naia's blood, and another snarl erupted from her throat. She would turn the tables now and send these wolves of his scrambling, or they would face her wrath. RE: Hangry Hangry Hippo - Sagacity - Jan 10, 2014 [dohtml] Sagacity stiffened slightly as her partner moved forward. He was an ambitious fellow, or so she judged- he'd been one of the leaders of their moving party and now he seemed willing to trespass into another pack's lands in order to raid a cache. While Sagacity had robbed other wolves of their meals before- more than once- trespassing was something better done in a group large enough to fight back should the pack be alerted to their presence. She remembered a raid from the year previous to this one- they'd been quite successful, but they'd had a good group and had been quick about it.[/dohtml] RE: Hangry Hangry Hippo - Gent - Jan 12, 2014 [dohtml]
Re: - Spirit of Wildwood - Jan 12, 2014 [dohtml] Look Out!There is a deer that was killed by a lynx nearby. +10 Health [/dohtml]RE: Hangry Hangry Hippo - Naia - Jan 12, 2014 OOC|| I appreciate the permission, it was a definite pp with the hitting-the-ice-patch thing. I thought it would offer a more realistic way for her to catch up with him besides just "she ran really really fast". || [dohtml] ♦♦♦♦♦ Naia responded to the silver female's reply with an irritated huff. What she said made sense, but it still didn't forgive her youthful companion's impudence. Naia noticed the woman's amber gaze flick briefly toward the swarthy male, and she narrowed her own eyes suspiciously. She knew an attempt at nonverbal plotting when she saw it, and she wasn't going to stand for subterfuge right under her nose. Fortunately, the yearling seemed oblivious to his packmate's attempt to catch his eye, tensed and prepared to enter the duel of words himself. "That's a hell of a lot of posturing for someone who'd make for an easier meal than an injured doe." Just as he spoke, Naia scented the fallen deer in slight gust of tailwind. Judging from the direction the air was moving, the carcass was well within Cut Rock River’s border, but close enough that the intruders possibly had a chance at grabbing it. The words he chose were no coincidence, Naia knew. He had smelled the doe, and his taunt suggested he thought it to be an easy meal. Such blatant theft would be unforgivable, not to mention a suicide run now that she had alerted the rest of the pack. He wouldn’t dare… The shadowy male bolted, and Naia let out a bark of surprise and anger. Without another thought she charged after him, achieving her sprint speed within several adrenaline-boosted bounds. She had the advantage of knowing her own territory, and according to her memory the lad was careening directly toward a slick patch of black ice. If he hit the ice patch, it would slow him down a few beats—just enough to allow Naia to catch up. Naia ran at an angle that would allow her to avoid the icy spot and cut off the yearling’s progress. Her path intersected his nearly perpendicularly, and catching sight of the thieving male inspired a burst of speed. As she neared the dark youth's path, she leaped in an attempt to tackle him with the full force of her weight. She approached from his right side, her attack aimed at the right shoulder area of his body. The move was an attempt to knock him off course, and if it landed correctly it would send both of them tumbling. She did not attempt to bite him or severely injure him yet; the tackle was simply a way to direct his attention away from the carcass and a demand for him to engage in a proper fight. For him to turn tail and run after her direct physical contact would be cowardly. RE: Hangry Hangry Hippo - Sagacity - Jan 13, 2014 @Maksim [dohtml] This wasn't where she'd wanted things to go.[/dohtml] RE: Hangry Hangry Hippo - Maksim - Jan 14, 2014 [dohtml] Border patrol was certainly part of the River leader's daily routine, making it paramount he loop it once or twice. As he steadily loped along the invisible line, he could pick up traces of Naia's scent—it seemed he wasn't too far behind the potential scout. She had certainly settled into Cut Rock River well and that pleased Maksim to no end. His pack was becoming quite the desirable home but he could only hope that those who were recent joiners would remain even after winter. This was not simply a temporary home. A sharp bark caught Maksim's attention immediately, noting the exact meaning behind it and just who had made it; there were pack wolves who were close and Naia had given them a warning. Without a word or returning call, the agouti leader charged in the direction that the Timber female's vocalisation had come from. Snow sprayed up behind him, long and powerful legs easily carrying him over the powdered white that lay thickly across the land. His tail was already high as he shot onwards like a bullet from a gun, thundering through underbrush and between the towering cedars as fast as his bulky frame could carry him. It wouldn't take too long before he burst onto the scene, hackles raised and a vicious snarl ripping from deep within his broad chest. The king was here. Two wolves, both of monochrome colourations, had dared to trespass on his land?! It seemed Naia was attempting to intercept the ebony bastard, though Maksim's piercing gaze flicked towards the grey woman who was stripping meat from a carcass on his lands. Anger washed over him and, like a cage fighter, the brute roared. His words came out full of fury as he charged the damned trespasser. “I suggest you get your damned paws off that deer, wench.” Lowering his head as to protect his throat—she seemed like the slippery type—the River leader aimed to throw himself full force at the smaller, petite woman. That would certainly knock her off her feet and away from his family's rightful food. Re: - Spirit of Wildwood - Jan 14, 2014 A lynx has left behind the remains of a deer. +5 Health |