Rikyn Duir has found the wolves. While, at first, he’d shared my deep fear of them, he had slowly gained an affection for watching them function as a family, especially with so many of the herd seeming so interested in them as of late. Though I’ve explained to him why we’ve been hanging about the flea bags so much, I don’t think its really stuck; the idea of changing a creature to such a degree as I’d claimed we were going to do seemed infeasible to the stag. Nature, he had proclaimed, this single word somehow encompassing every single thing he had ever seen in his short life that was green or made by Earth, is made as it was meant. Cannot change so much. It seemed, now, however, that he had thought about it some, and as I arrive alongside him on a pine needle laden rise, overlooking a rocky outcropping with a grassy clearing spread before it, a small creek running along its side, I tilt my ears forward to hear the yips of the pups, hidden beneath the shadowy awning with their protector. The youthful female that had been in charge of them when the trolls attacked seems to have lost her job; she sulkily snoozes along the banks of the creek, noticeably thinner since I’d last seen her, and, however it is with them now is but a shadowy glimpse from time to time, as they skillfully pull a stray babe back into the den. They will not be them, he sternly tells me, no sooner than I’ve stopped. I look over at him, a bit thrown off by the sudden change in his mindset. They be new then. What if… What if they not family, then, too? My eyebrows make their way down over my eyes, the hurt this concept causes him welling inside me through our bond. Touching him with my muzzle, I smile, and hope to gently ease him into the idea that, surely, the Time God wouldn’t have agreed to change them at all, if it would take away part of their very natures. They’d not be wolves, I reply, and wolves are what Uncle Deimos asked for, isn’t it? Duir doesn’t know, because he wasn’t there. He snorts softly, but some of the tension inside him eases away. Obviously still not okay with the idea of taming them, he is going to say something else when the pack returns, and, nervously, even his mind falls into complete silence as the alphas trot in, the strong or aging adults filtering in after them. The same pattern, as always, I’ve noticed that the largest male, a silver coated thing with black tips and striking blue eyes, leads the foray, while a wolf whom appears to be his son follows after him. Between the striking males and the tail of the line are the older wolves, three, and all female; scared on their faces from antlers, some sporting slight limps, their fur sags in the ways the youthful wolves pelts are taught and glide across honed muscle. Alongside these elders are the hunters, those in their prime, who are not quite socially as high on the pillar as those who walk with the alphas, and they are numbered four. Most are female but for one male, who eyes the alpha’s son with envy from time to time. At the tale is the Mother, as I call her. She is snowy white, with golden eyes, and she always knows I’m here, even if I’m invisible. Even now she looks through the foliage and seems to grin at me, her two daughters, both steely gray with milky undertones, following at the tails of the elders into the clearing, while she pauses to see me. It makes my skin feel cold, but, also like always, she carries on, making a small bark of greeting. Like a cascade of fur and yelps and paws, the pups move from the den like the brook alongside them. The omega jumps to her feet, and the oldest male wolf I’ve ever seen slowly follows after the thunderous onslaught of puppies returning to their mothers. With grunts and snarls, they butt their heads against their bellies and heads, and begin to lick wildly at the corners of their mouths. What’s all that about? I wonder, having never watched mother wolves feed pups past nursing age before. Duir, alongside me, mentally guffaws, too afraid to utter any real noise. Oh, you’ll see, he taunts, already aware of the horror that is going to ensue. [ OOC: Lirl we all know what’s coming. This is an observation thread! I will be writing the wolves with Rikyn’s posts so I don’t have to log in and out of NPC (I’m lazy k). This post contains realistic (as far as I understand it, anyway xD) wolf hunt and travel formation. The actual, erhm, “feeding” will occur in his next post, once a few people join or in a week or so. Tagging all rank holders who have not joined a wolf quest thread yet! We also need general members to participate, so if you're curious, poke your head in. ] ’cause we need a little controversy
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[OPEN] oh gods, don't eat that [HERD QUEST]
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04-29-2017, 10:34 AM
04-30-2017, 11:50 AM
Vertigo She'd been intentionally avoiding this part of the Basin. Vertigo had heard about the herd's newest quest and, quite honestly, she wasn't looking forward to it. I mean, honestly, wolves and horses mixing? They were insane. Shaking her antlered head, Vertigo hoped that the outcome of this terrifying quest wasn't what she thought it would be. With a sigh, she meanders through the Basin. Her tail swishing against her rump every so often. With her wandering has come the scents of predators. Halting suddenly, crystal eyes search her surroundings for any sign of the wolves. A soft snort and Vertigo inches forward, ebony ears swiveling around her antlered skull. The sound of water babbling reaches her long before any other does. It's the sound of wolf pups that reach her soon after that worries her. Sapphire eyes hold the expression as she moves forward slowly. For with the sound of those pups comes the smell. That rank, wet dog smell. Ugh, Gross. Her face twists slightly in disgust as she halts again. She's slightly confused as the scents of an equine (and...stag maybe?) reach her as well. Ve searches the pines for those the smells belong to and is surprised to see their newest leader hidden among the trees. She'd hadn't met him yet, but the Draft had heard of his promotion. A soft snort escaped her as she inched forward, doing her best to remain quiet. She stops again, this time taking in the scene their leader seems to be observing before her. A wolf pack. Swallowing hard, Ve peers at the stallion out of the corner of her eye, not really trusting the pack to completely take her gaze off of them. This quest was insanity. Why would the wolves help them? She goes back to observing. Vertigo notices the older wolves returning from somewhere, probably their hunting. A smaller group of pups emerges from a den that she hadn't had the chance to notice before. Ebony ears prick forward slightly as they run to meet their parents. Sure, she wasn't a fan of the idea of convincing the wolves to join their side, but it was still interesting to observe them. As the pale female canine greets her pups, the youngsters stop to lick their lips in anticipation. The anticipation of what? Tilting her head slightly in confusion, Vertigo wonders just what is going on here. There's no meat that she can see. Of course, depending on where the hunt had occurred, it would be extremely difficult for the older pack members to drag the kill back to the pack. Still, her confusion spread across her features as she watched silently, waiting for what was to come. Easy to remember, harder to move on
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05-01-2017, 02:24 PM
They’d been watching. This was what she was good at. Maybe she couldn’t turn invisible like Rikyn, but she can go unnoticed. Raven and Weaver had taken to the trees, finding a nice perch to watch the wolves as they did their thing. The thing about being a raven is no one really notices you. After all, there a quite a lot of ravens and crows, and it’s rather hard to know when one is a horse. Of all the black birds one might see, how often do they talk back or turn into a pretty little mare? She hid in plain sight, and it was a beautiful trick. Neither Weaver nor Raven had much interest in wolves, but she was growing accustomed to their behavior. The more they watched, the more they found themselves curious. She eyes the male that seems jealous of the Alpha’s son, wondering if he’d ever try something to establish himself within the pack. Unlikely, she knows, but sometimes the idea of treachery is enough to interest her. And really, somedays she needs to make up stories in her head to keep entertained. The wolves are interesting and all, but it’s not her forte. Today though, she spots a familiar form, soon joined by another familiar form. Weaver doesn’t bother to come down from the tree in which she’s hiding, but she lets out a caw to draw their attention. It’s an innocuous sound that shouldn’t draw the wolves’ attention. After all, they hear raven’s cawing often enough, particularly with Raven hanging around lately. He’s not the most silent. She watches her herdmates for a moment before turning her attention back to the wolves. Feeding time was always an interesting sight. Not so pretty, but when has she ever been turned off by things they weren’t pretty? - weaver - Please tag in all posts Magic use/power playing is okay, but check before serious injury/death Image by AmoretteRose
I AM THE KEY TO THE LOCK IN YOUR HOUSE—
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE— EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE CLIMBING UP THE WALLS SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
05-13-2017, 11:10 PM
hihi
05-17-2017, 03:13 PM
Oizys is in the form of a big black wolf, with Ker riding on her shoulders to hopefully let people know that she's not a real wolf come to nom them xD [ the gargoyle queen ] OIZYS IS ALWAYS RATED M FOR STRONG LANGAUGE IN HER POSTS
05-23-2017, 02:31 PM
Vertigo Most of the equines that join their stalking are ones she's never seen before. Granted, Ve hasn't really been around long, let alone an active part of herd life. With a snort she watches each new body settle down to observe in turn. The only seemingly familiar being, well beings, are the two ravens roosting in the trees above them. A caw escapes one of the birds and Ve grins softly. Yes, most definitely familiar. She was glad to find someone familiar in this herd of strangers. If they weren't surrounded by predators, Vertigo would be quick to call back to the raven. However, with the sounds of pack life echoing in her ears, Vertigo bit her tongue quickly, silencing any sound that would escape her throat. “Ah fuck!” The Shire whips her head around at the outcry of panic and finds a wolf amongst them. Her own sapphire eyes widen before she realizes that their leader is, actually, quite friendly with the beast. Another snort escapes her otherwise silent form. This creature must be another member of their herd, one with similar abilities with her winged friend. A retching sound reached ebony ears and the Draft's attention is dragged away once more. She was surprised she didn't have whiplash for how often her neck was whipping back and forth. The scene laid out before her was one that Ve wasn't at all expecting. A look of disgust overtook her features and she could feel her stomach tighten with nausea. Thank the Gods she couldn't throw up. Turning her head to the side, the mare gags, trying her hardest not to make the sound loud and apparent. Her eyes closing to try and block out the sight, Ve shakes her large skull. Why? Just why? Easy to remember, harder to move on
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