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Played by Staff who has 4,811 posts.
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Amara was angry. Mother had decided to send them north, despite her daughter's pleading that they wait until the spring. But the herd's matriarch would take no arguments - a newly healed scar on Amara's muzzle could attest to that. There had been nothing she could do besides head north as she was bidden, but she had grumbled and complained about it the whole way. Before long, her companions had grown sick of her bitching and had dispersed among themselves, splitting off like a swarm across Relic Lore. For a while, Amara had been traveling with one of the herd's bulls, Geoff, but he too had finally grown irritated with her. He had stayed behind when the land had begun to grow rocky and the climb grew steeper.

Ploughing through the snow in her rage, Amara cursed everything about this land. The earth was virtually dead beneath her hooves, and she had sustained herself by eating the bark and branches from the shrubs and the lower parts of the trees. Every time she climbed a hill, she hoped that there would be a full forest, filled with berries and other tasty treats. She had been disappointed every time. Until now. Huffing and puffing as she came over the crest, her small black eyes found relief at the bottom. A grove of crabapple trees before the next hill. They were bare, but there was enough vegetation clustered at their base that Amara's spirits soared as she flew down the bottom, her stubby legs kicking wildly in her haste, sending snow and pebbles flying into the air in her wake. Reaching the grove, she wasted no time burying her snout in the snow, eagerly attacking the visible roots of the trees and the dead fruit that had fallen.

Played by Alace who has 250 posts.
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Karina Baranski

Watching, waiting.. observing. This was how the starving wanderer filled her hours, too weak to travel but mind buzzing too loud to allow her to sleep. You can see a good many things if you only stop moving and sit still awhile, and Karina had learned quite a bit just from watching other creatures move through the forest. There were quite a few other foragers who had made their residence in the Timbers, and Karina liked to see what they could find to eat in the seemingly barren terrain and imitate their efforts.

Her particular mark today was a very large, intimidating female boar. The boar seemed quite involved in what she was doing, and so far she had either not detected her stalker or was simply apathetic to the fact that she was being watched by an exhausted, scrawny wolfling.

The boar took off down a hill, startling the wayward princess and triggering a pang of anxiety. A boar was a dangerous guest to have in your home, vicious and aggressive, and capable of tearing apart an entire cache in minutes.. And this particular boar was charging directly toward Round Stone Crest territory. Karina had been explicitly told by her family to stay out of Crest affairs, but what if @Draven was in danger? She had only just met the boy, but she worried for the young man’s safety and that of the wolves he cared for. Draven had lost so much.. the last thing he deserved was for another loved one to come into harm’s way because she didn’t raise the alarm.

Karina raised her voice to the sky, sending a warning to the wolves of Round Stone Crest and those in the surrounding area that they had a dangerous intruder in their midst.

   
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Played by Cade (inactive characters) who has 711 posts.
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Gent Lieris
@Raela @Ainashi @Moraxia
@Branwen @Toxin @Draven
Gent would much appreciate your guys help in defending Minka's grave and chasing out/killing the boar! @Karina is the only one who has howled for the pack at this time.

It was still often that Gent visited the site that everything he had so meticulously worked to build had come crashing down around his ears. It had changed, no longer the beautiful escape that he had shared with Minka. The trees that guarded it had turned to skeletons, sentinels to a blanket of white that buried everything the glen had represented. He wasn't sure what was more fitting, but didn't care for the metaphors the duality caused him to think of all the same. The vibrancy, reflecting of Minka's life, and wintry death that only emphasized what had been lost. He hated all of it, wished to bleach it from their collective past, but tragedies continued to stalk them regardless, refusing to let go, making them its prey one by one. Perhaps Calanthe had been right. Perhaps they were cursed.

No. There were no invisible powers at play here, and Gent refused to entertain the notion for even a second. He had to believe that it was all still within his power, that he could fix what was broken and make things better. Yet this empowering view was a double-edged sword, for then he must also except that the failures to protect those around him were utterly his. Spring will be better, was all he could tell himself. We just need to survive the Winter.

His dark thoughts consumed him as he descended the would-be mountain, but they were all shaken loose as he neared the Glen and an invading scent filled his lungs. Alarmed, the man cut through the snow with pressing urgency, pale eyes widened to take in all that they could. When they lay upon the boar, tearing apart the sanctuary that was Minka's, a tidal wave of anger hit him. His jaws parted and caution was abandoned as he bounded forward, a snarl building within his throat. Yet before he could make a single sound, a howl entered the air, tunneling past him and rocketing up the mountain to alarm the pack of danger.

Who the fuck? His paws dug in as his eyes searched, and in the distance he witnessed a scrawny youth, a girl that he could not recognize and whose scent had been whitewashed by her solitude. He was unsure of what to make of her, but as of now, she was not important. What mattered was protecting Minka's grave from the sacrilegious beast before him. Releasing his anger vocally, he roared forward, aiming to catch the boar's attention. It was clear that fighting such a monster, one that he had never witnessed before, would be utterly foolish, but the need to keep it away from the Glen overrode any concerns of self-preservation.

Gent aimed to get the pig's attention and draw it outside of the Glen.

(This post was last modified: Jan 30, 2016, 08:31 PM by Gent.)
Played by Bryony who has 15 posts.
Inactive III. Subordinate
Branwen Kakisadae
i apologize for the shortness of my post; i'm in a downswing, mood-wise, right now, so just about everything takes a lot of effort ;;

After spending much of the last few weeks investigating the Crest, Branwen decided it would be wisest now to settle down in the most common area: where the pack den was. He was quite intent of socializing, especially upon realizing that he was not the lowest of the low. It was a strange feeling of power that he would enjoy until Gent informed him otherwise. He was curled up in the den, dreaming of absolutely nothing at all, when suddenly there was the most unsettling feeling in his brain. As though a dream was happening, and it was so disturbing, but he could not see it. He startled himself awake and shook his head, feeling quite disoriented. Locking his jaw, he forced himself out into the daylight. The chill hit him, forcing him awake and back to reality. With a creaking groan, Branwen was part of the living again. Although based on the unfamiliar howl from nearby, he could only wonder how much longer that could be.

The noise led him to a place he had visited briefly, though he was not aware of its significance. He spotted the unfamiliar female that had sounded the call and then Gent, his very defensive leader. Oh, and the reason for his defensiveness. Branwen's hackles rose immediately and his lips curled back in aggression and fear. Branwen was no fighter, no hunter...But he wasn't going to say that now. Instincts would do what they might and he would simply leave it at that. Keeping his head low, Bran moved towards Gent, letting his tail brush against his leader's flank to alert him of his presence. It seemed wise that neither of them remove their eyes from this threat. "What will you have me do, sir?" was his only question. He would be disposable if requested.

Played by wolfsi who has 114 posts.
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Zilas
Zilas had been distant for a while, straight out withdrawn. Nightmares of his parents and that Oak wolf kept on haunting him. This was also the reason or his lack of sleep which had him lying under a bush, not a great shelter but better than nothing. He sighed as his breathed formed a white cloud that drifted off into the unknown.  Following it he wondered what it would be like to be a cloud, he shook his head with a low growl. Binge a cloud? Where he losing his mind? ”losing it are we? About time don't you think?" It laughed in his head loud and clearly he shot his eyes closed trying to block out the sounds of IT´s laughter but nothing seemed to help. A whine escaped his tainted lips as he rolled up in to ball. Only to be disturbed seconds later by a howl caring a warning.

Looking up he pushed out from under the bush looking in the direction that the howl had come from. "Not a crest wolf, maybe someone from the oak pack." It whispered in his mind like snake whistling its thong into once ear. He growled as he set in to run towards the source, crest wolf or not that howl sounded like trouble. 

As he finally neared the glen the scent of the packs newcomer Branwen, his black king and something unknown clashed with his nose. He could smell the beats long before he had the chance to see it, he had seen such a creature once and only once. Back than it had been tearing up a piece of ground faster than a grizzly could tear apart a moos. Back then they had made the biggest circle around it as possible, so seeing it up so close was nerve wrecking. His lips pulled back into snarl as he mowed closer to the king and the other crest wolf. Hearing the other wolfs question he nodded slightly, this was precious land for his king and despite his own lack of feeling for the grave, he would still help defend it." My King our next move?"

 "Talking." "IT."

 
(This post was last modified: Jan 31, 2016, 06:55 PM by Ainashi.)
please don't judge me for talking to my self, after all, you were the one who ruined me.

Keala is permitted to enter any thread Zilas is part of regardless of the tag unless otherwise stated 



Played by Staff who has 4,811 posts.
As @Gent was charging when @Karina howled, I'm assuming some time passing before the others arrive; It will be up to Cadence what position Gent is in when they address him.

Amara is moving to meet Gent head on, hoping to knock him over.

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Oh woe was her life. She'd only managed to grab a few mouthfuls, mostly containing dirt, and a few, winter-dry roots, when a piercing sound interrupted her. She recognized it only all too well, the fowl dogs had come for her again. Amara lifted her head from its digging, turning around to identify her attackers. She saw only one, a pitiful, night-black creature, who probably thought his mere appearance so terrifying as to scare off his foe. But not Amara, no, she cared not for these full-of-themselves mutts, and she would not flee, now when she had finally found a place to feast. Emitting a loud roar in response to the wolf's, the boar lowered her massive head, charging straight for her attacker. He would move, or she would ram him head on, and then they would see how much use his teeth were against her thick skull.

When the beast was joined by his kin, it was too late for her to change course, not that she really cared, she would need to take down the black brute all the same. In any case, it would be too late for them too, to stop her. Come play doggies! I'll end all of you!

Played by Alace who has 250 posts.
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Karina Baranski

The Round Stone Crest guardians appeared—the first one so quickly that he must have already been in the glen—and Karina drifted away from the scene, disappearing entirely once she was sure that there were enough warriors to face the boar without her. Knowing that the animal needed to be dealt with would not make it easier for the sensitive girl to witness its death, and Karina knew of a way that she could be far more help to the cause. She let the barks and growls of the hunt fade behind her as she picked her way through the evergreens, cloudy eyes scanning the ground for a very particular plant.

It was the doe that actually discovered the absinthe plant she was searching for, shimmering blue hooves stomping the ground where the bush was near-buried in the snow. The plant released its unique, acrid scent and Karina scraped the snow away. The medic gingerly pulled a mouthful of wormwood stalks out of the ground, wrinkling her nose at the bitter taste that filled her mouth. She crunched down on the plant matter as she trotted back toward the glen, grinding the absinthe into a wound salve while she traveled. Even if no one was hurt in the battle, perhaps the Crest wolves would be willing to trade some meat for the useful medication.

   
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Played by Cade (inactive characters) who has 711 posts.
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Gent Lieris

The monster reacted much more quickly than he anticipated it might. Proving that it was not prey, the boar eagerly met his challenge, quite literally head on. Nearly as swiftly as his momentum began he ground it to a halt, digging in his paws to rut the snow as his mass caused him to slide a bit further than desired. He was not about to tangle with that thing on his own, but he could still use its reckless charge to achieve the outcome he wanted all the same. Pale eyes still locked upon the beast he angled his body away, bracing his muscles to make the uphill bound that would be necessary of him to draw it out of the glen.

To his relief, reinforcements were at his side in those mere moments that had passed. Both @Branwen and @Ainashi appeared, vocally requesting instructions. The commanding answer was simple.

"Lead it out of here!" Gent barked with urgency, before kicking up a shower of snow as he took off.

Hopefully, the boar would not witness them turning their backs upon it and consider it a retreat. If it contentedly ceased its charge, they would have to consider provoking it further. The shade king hoped dearly that he could at least coerce the animal outside of the shielding ring of trees around the Glen. He did not want to shed blood within it. Once without, however, he would not have a problem punishing the pig for its trespasses.

Played by Staff who has 4,811 posts.
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Due to failure to respond to the pig with at least 3 wolves for this round, 1 cache of Round Stone Crest was destroyed. You can push the repercussions of the cache being gone into the future, if you would like. The thread is now over. If you have made at least 3 posts you may claim Random Event, Pack Activity, and if your wolf fought the boar Guardian demonstration points (since this is a staff played character). Thank you all for your participation! Feel free to contact the Spirit of Wildwood if you would like another thread.

(This post was last modified: Mar 28, 2016, 01:57 AM by Spirit of Wildwood.)