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- Dawali Amara - 06-17-2009 [html]
- Noir Aston - 06-17-2009 [html]
- Aurèle Aston - 06-18-2009 [html] http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... _raven.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 327. The Aston woman stood calmly in her lupus form, the preferred one, and watched the assembled troupe. It was peculiar, now, being so disconnected from what was supposed to be her pack. Such things were not uncommon though—she had existed as a loner for more years then not, and still was very much in that mindset. Yet, as she watched her sister’s children (and one she did not recognize, though this was not surprising) and the excitement they showed for this simple task, she smiled. Not for them, of course, but because she knew that the crow-wolf had given her that same gift. She had returned changed, but it was not anything that she could explain. The goal intended had been acquired. There was something else she had gained, though, something she did not understand. Since waking from that peculiar dream the pied-crow had been following her. Try as she did to ignore the presence, the crow simply would not leave her. He remained just out of reach but always there, and the presence of the bird was a peculiar thing. In all honesty, he felt almost unreal—the bird made no sound and had no smell, and she was only aware of his presence in the same way she was aware of a coming storm. Something in the air that crawled into her skin and made her hair stand on end. A breeze toyed with her coat, and touched the fresh scars on the back of her neck. Aurèle shuddered and shook her body. The scars were clean, but they could be explained away in many ways. Her coat was doing what it could to hide the wounds, and though they were red and angry, they were not as blantantly obvious as perhaps intended (or at least, so Aurèle told herself). With an exhale through her nose she advanced, sparing a glance to the children before picking up her pace and trotting after the group. - Catherine - 06-18-2009 [html]
Occ: I placed Cat in her attack position. She already have a hunting strategy, so I already placed in her in it^^ Hope that it doesn't have problem XP
W.C.: +600
Catherine heard Dawali making his speech, in the same time she payed attention to the little golden pup not far away from her. Poor Noir looked so... frigthened with all of that. She was sad for that, but she could do nothing. The woman saw the red male walk away, followed by Noir. It was time.
As usual, adrenaline flowed through her veins immediately. It was a normal reaction to a situation, but only since that terrible day, when she got the scar... and discovered her other self. She knew it was that horrible beast inside her, excited to see the bloodshed. The femme felt disgusted with herself with those feelings, but it really wasn't her fault. It was her father's. It was him that gave her that. She had brought Bluma and Seymour. Unfortuantely, her limbless worm couldn't be inside their den-cave. Bluma was standing besides her, the legs' muscles trembling a bit, more than ready to run. the horse's free spirit in her haven't faded when she was tamed. It was good, at least for her rider. Seymour shoke and tilted his head all the time, excited as well. After living a lifetime with the grayish female, he knew what to expect, and knew it was exciting. The falcon was sitting in her glove-covered hand, shaking his tail and wings of expectation, holding himself to fly when she gave him the sign. Saw was in the ground, coiled in a circle, not so energetic as her other companions. Catherine's bow was in her back, as the other hand held the bridle's line that was set in the mare's head. The stripped wolfess was in her two-legged form, the one she felt perfectly fine, although she had only shifted near her second birthday. The woman mounted the cream equine, which whinned a bit with the sudden weight. Now, bother bird and horse knew it had come the time, and couldn't stay still. Time to do our stuff, fellas!, she said to the pets, and waved the arm, the signal for the bird. It flew away and straight to where Dawali said the prey should be. The peregrine's job was to scan for the better prey. It had to be of an average size, but still weak in any way possible. Either hurt, old, young, or anything like that. Now, it was Bluma's job, and the mare knew it. Before the horse could explode in a crazy race, she glanced to the weapons, and found other arrows. She examinated them for a while with her -only- trainned eye. They looked good. At least, better than hers. The mare stood in the hind legs, forcing Catherine to hold herself in the horse's bridle line. It then, ran to where the bird flew, passing near the weapons. The wolfess lifted her body sideways, and stretched an arm to get a handful of the arrows. She placed them in the case in her back. The horse slowed down to a slow trotte, which meant that they were rather close to where they should be. The horse stood behind a tree. The femme climbed the tree swiftly, more like a cat than to a wolf. She found the perfect branch, and she just in it, preparing the bow to attack. Seymour flew from a tree next hers, and dived right in the head of the chosen prey, which was half hidden beind some trees. It did looked weak, but was rather big. Perfect spot with the perfect prey. She waited for Dawali's sign, which wouldn't be easily saw by her, with that thick layer of leaves, hidden from the prey's glares, but with an empty "window" for her aim. That was another job for Seymour, which shouldn't be far away, but now was hidden as well. He would cry when he saw the red flag in the air, annoucing it was time. She could -hardly, but still could- see the chosen one, a young doe, with a skinny look. The poor deer was so concentrated in the food that wasn't aware of the imminent danger.
- Attila Aston - 06-18-2009 [html]
- Ocèane Aston - 06-18-2009 Oceane had grown excited at the idea of a hunt and now that they were actually going to get the chance to she'd pranced around the adults happily. She'd been leery to leave behind her nest of embers but she'd made certain that they were nice and settled in the sands before she'd left to follow the others to the gathering. Her eyes shown as she watched the others silently. While her leg had finally healed she still limped slightly when overexerting herself. She hated the reminded of that day but it didn't bother her as much knowing that her sister was still alive. When Dawalli began to speak Oceane listened though annoyed, she watched as other choose weapons and yet she knew that she couldn't do the same. She had yet to shift like her sister and so there was no point in gathering a weapon to use, all she had was her teeth and claws. She frowned slightly but decided that perhaps her teeth were the best for hunting the deer they were searching out. They were after all wolves when it came down to it. The dark chocolate girl turned towards her aunt as she caught the bright furious color of the woman's scars when she turned slightly. They had begun to move and she made to follow them, her path trailing after Aurele as she tried to catch up with the long legged woman. Once she'd finally reached the same pace as the woman she asked in a soft whisper. "What happened Auntie?" She knew soon that she'd have to be quiet but she was still curious as to what sort of trouble her creamy hued aunt had been into. - Hemming - 06-18-2009 [html]
- Asha Amara - 06-19-2009 [html] 500+ If it was anything to look forward to in the red she-wolf's return, it simply had to be the seasonal games and festivals of the tribes. Here was where the tribe was fully strong with one another, where their bond and closeness would be evident among each and every individual. The daughter of the Bone Bearer had rode in a little late to the meeting (granted that she was located at an entirely different area of the tribe lands, melding her wooden spear she had been working on), but not late enough as if to miss the speech of Dawali entirely. She had come by ways of Aidan, in which she patted the equine for making a hasty journey to this point as she hopped right off his back. From her hide knapsack her hand disappeared, returning with a few vegetable treats she would give to Aidan for either making a tedious or fast trip from one place to another. Aidan eagerly took the collection of vegetables from her grasp, and was content with his reward, as Asha stood by with folded arms to listen acutely to what her Agidoda told their tribe about the current events that were taking place today. While listening, her amber gaze also surveyed the rest of the gathering that formed. There were plenty of individuals Asha had not become acquainted with, and was quite interested to see that there were many new faces among the tribe. Puppies, and they were adorable! There would have to be times where she would find the right time of day to become acquainted with the rest. Out of those she did know, Hemming and Ember stood out, in which if they happened to look her way at her arrival, she would give a brief flash of a smile to them. Observing the weapons that Dawali brought along for the party who was supposed to hunt, Asha skipped over to his collection once he was done talking and observed what he had. Bows, arrows, spears, blow darts? Tilting her head to the side in interest, Asha had not recognized such a weapon before, and decided to further observe by taking the long weapon in her grasp with a couple of darts. "Hm. Peculiar." She said aloud, observing her contents closely. She had planned to use her wooden stick for close range combat, but thought that maybe it would be in her best interest to try something a little different today with what she held. Blow darts, she could test how reliable they truly were. Asha had considered hunting on four legs, but to work for her status in combat, it was best that she remained on two. Choosing the blow dart as her unique weapon, she then toddled along to follow the group that was responsible for bringing their chosen prey down. "I've got my weapon of choice; let's test this sucker out, shall we?" Asha said with a wide grin to her group that was responsible for hunting, as she followed them on their proper formations and locations of the prey. [/html] - Ember Phoenix - 06-20-2009 [html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... rtable.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Ember + Asha = Team? ^^ + anyone else too :o She listened quietly as always to what Dawali said. He was good at explaining things to groups of wolves without getting flustered, something that she was still working on a little. Ember was good at one-on-one talking, pretty friendly and outgoing. But she wasn't too good with crowds of people. When she had been younger she had been one for the spotlight; she'd been her daddy's girl, the star of Storm as the alpha's most favored daughter. She had almost always been around a large group of people in their big, family den. But as she had grown she had acquired that one insecurity. She didn't want to be laughed at, perhaps, or not taken seriously. The female was staying in her preferred optime form, a stone-tipped spear already in her hand. She had really liked the ones that Hemming had made and was now using them on a regular basis for hunting. Swords were good and all, but there were some things that spears were good for too. She still carried her blade on her belt, for both luck and balance. If she didn't have it on, she would feel like a weight was missing from her left side. Emerald eyes watched as some of her unshifted packmembers went ahead, looking to Dawali for any further orders that he had to offer. She had become a better hunter over her time in Aniwaya, and she definitely didn't want to mess up in front of one of her closest friends...not at something as simple as hunting. It was a basic task. She was sure that if she did, though, he wouldn't laugh at her. The girl had tied her hair back into some sort of a bun, taking many of the longer feathers out of it and wrapping it tightly so that it wouldn't make any noise as they walked toward the herd. She had decorated herself slowly over her time in Aniwaya, but did not look nearly as grand as Dawali or Asha. She went to walk by Dawali's daughter as they approached the herd, aligning herself with the other girl. She had a lot of interest in seeing how the blow-gun worked...and if the creature didn't go down by dart, Ember would take it down with her spear. - Dawali Amara - 06-24-2009 [html]
- Noir Aston - 06-28-2009 [html] http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... banner.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> (300) She followed, only slightly behind the others. Not too far so that it was an obvious fact that she was slacking behind, but not too close either. Her light paws were forced to take step after step. The Aston child was not about to cry, but she was very unhappy about it all. Her face sang a laconic tale. Once upon a time she had actually believed she would jump into this with a wagging tail and a strong, courageous heart. Deer was more normal to eat than ducks, for example, but it was still the same thing. The deer were cute and she liked the way they looked and their black, innocent eyes. They were innocent just like her beloved Baby Duck. They had not done anything wrong. Noir was too aware of how foolish such arguments would sound. Wolves were designed to eat meat, and that was why they hunted. She loved the taste of meat, she did, but she knew they were already dead by then. She would not be the one to cause the light to leave the prey’s lovely, innocent eyes.
She felt so horrible for feeling this way, but she could not push it away. The groups closed in on the prey, and the blonde girl knew that it would soon explode into action. Now she saw the figures in the distance, being herded by the other group of Aniwaya hunters. She did not want to do this. The hunt was in progress, and the girl stood frozen in her track. Her golden eyes ran over to every member in a formidable speed. When it was clear that everyone had their main focus on the hunt, the girl turned around and ran for it, running away from the whole scene. Her heart was already beating heavily in her chest, and adrenaline was present to give her that proper speed boost she so sorely needed to get as far away as she could as fast as she could. Perhaps she would not get another meal today for what she now was doing, but the tan girl saw that as a small price to pay. - Aurèle Aston - 06-30-2009 [html] http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... _raven.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> The unfamiliar faces meant nothing. Aurèle had what she needed. It was not until her niece spoke that the woman even noticed her presence. She turned her head and felt the scars on her neck, but they did not perturb her as they had that first night. As with all things, they would fade. “Nothing for you to worry over,” she said, faking that pleasant demeanor, faking the smile. Did she need to tell the child she had achieved immortality? No, she did not. As with Tayui, Aurèle had asked nothing. She had demanded. She had provoked. She had gained from the devil at the cost of vanity. On her face, the smile turned vicious, thinking of that night. A motion was made and the alabaster woman began to stalk quietly. Her shoulder brushed against her niece, explaining without speaking that she was to follow suit. Though the girl did not stay as quiet as her elder, it was not enough to spook the deer. When they were close enough—to the point that the musk of droppings and shedding fur, to the point that she could see the brown-black eyes and read each ones fate—Aurèle took the lead and let out a ferocious bark. All of the tension that had coiled in her muscles released and she rushed forward, snapping wildly, though keeping a set distance between herself and the animals running ahead. - Ocèane Aston - 07-01-2009 ooc- I know I'm out of order but I probably would have forgotten if I hadn't done this with the rest, I'll put her back in place next round. When her aunt had answered her Oceane flipped her ears back, doubtful that the answer she'd received was the best but she just nodded quietly and turned to lope off and join the runners. She would try and pester her aunt later about how she'd received such markings. Oceane never wanted to have anymore marks on her pelt. The ones from the horrible wolf that had tried to eat Noir had been bad enough. When Aurele had brushed against her and silently informed her to follow Oceane moved to gather with the other runners. Oceane knew that she was best at running the herd, her long legs growing in quite fine and the time she spent exploring the lands had begun to slim her figure and tone her muscles. She did know that she had to watch her hindleg since if she overextended the scartissue that she would be stuck limping the rest of the night. She quietly slipped into the group and followed them along down to the herd. She glanced to the leader and waited for the signal to began trailing the beasts and running them towards the trap. When the signal came a soft yet lovely voice rose from her throat as she signaled to the others that she was off. The young girl crashed through the underbrush, nimbly leaping over debri and fallen limbs as she drew closer to the herd. Her sharp teeth snapping at the heels of the beasts as she called back and forth to the others, her voice strong and fierce, letting the animals know that she was in control and in charge over them. If she showed fear she knew that the males of the herd might seek to challenge her dominance over them. She snarled and leaped, nipping at the flank of one of the creatures before the signal came for them to back off. Oceane felt it was too soon but she slowly began to ease back and see what the weapons of the tribe could do. Barely panting as a smile broke out across her maw. - Catherine - 07-01-2009 [html] http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr87 ... -mamba.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
ooc: We, now I should put Cath's and Attila's round, aye? [/html]
Catherine felt a whimp forming in her throath. Not of fear, but of extreme excitement. A pack hunt, even more when there was others but herself and Dawali, was certainly rousing. With great effort she waited, hearing as the chaising had already started, the red flag wouldn't take long as well. And then, Seymour's cry filled the air and her ears, and the adrenaline rush was intense in her veins. She let go, and the arrow flew, straight and blinding fast, hitting hard on a tree's trunk behind the weak dove. She snarled with the missed attack, but didn't care for long. Her prey runned away with skinny legs along with the moving herd, startled with the arrow. Catherine's gaze on it hadn't take long. She slowly went towrad the ground, jumping from branch to branch, closening to the waiting mare. When she was in the closest branch from the horse, only two meters from them, she jumped and landed softly on Bluma's back, that snorted with the impact and then fastened in a crazy gallope behind the leaded herd. The woman then found, in the corner of her emerald eye, Oce's brownish fur as she darted with the other runners. Then, Catherine grabbed another arrow and tryed to send it to the same dove that started to slow behind the others. She couldn't get a good aim with the shaking Bluma's race was making, her limbs trembling, but making the best effort, and sent the arrow into the air. It missed again, but landed in the haunch of the deer in front of the dove. At least it wasn't worthless.
Catherine noticed they were getting too close from the herd and the other runners, and she pushed the halter's rope, the mare slowing the pace to a normal gallope, a trotte and a normal walk, breathing quickly with the effort. The wolfess remembered of Dawali's strategy, and she wasn't really sure what role she was performing. In one hand, she had half-heartedly leaded the herd to the trap, but in the other hand, had attacked. It rather thrilled her, so she decided to stay behind. With one hand, she rubbed the horse's neck, in soothing movement, just waiting to watch the show about to succeed with the attackers, hidding somewhere around there. - Attila Aston - 07-02-2009 [html] ooc: --
Attila felt Dawali reach to him, whispering a warning into his ear. The bully boy chuckled and turned to face the male with a disbelief expression, the hard grayish eyes arrogant. "Sure thing... boss." The pale boy said, with a somewhat grateful tone in his voice. Not sure when that boss thing started, but it had. It was somehow respectful and ironic at the same time. It felt nice to say it. He turned away to watch from the holes of the leaves-filled bush to the prey. There, the light cream boy felt the adrenaline rush stronger, the butterflies in his stomach flying excited as he was. His evil grin was almost psycho-like, a maniac laughter came out of his throath, husky and snarled. Anyone could hear it as a breaking growl. The herd got nearer, the runners bringing them to where he stood, and he knew -somehow- it was time. He got up, half crouched and held the spear in one hand, the other strecthed forward. He had already seen how to throw a spear; he could do it. The herd passed by and the arm holding the spear went forward, exchanging with the other, the weapon hitting to one of the deer's belly, not sure if in the ribs or in the unprotected stomach; it had flashed away awkwardly with the herd after kicking a while with the pain. His smile got more evident, as his eyes locked on the spear, hanging on the side of their massive frames. He waited there, weaponless, trying to stay away from their range, while he watched his prey slow into a walk.
He went to it -stil avoiding their hooves' range- and looked aggressively to the deer. He waited there, watching the brownish-black eyes deadly scared, like it pleaded for its life. In that moment, he recalled of Noir, not sure why. Maybe because hse'd be crying by watching that scene. Besides, where were she? The pale Aston boy glanced around in the strategic confusion around, but didn't found his sister. He frowned, confused, and then just let og of that. She must be somewhere else. Then, he just sat, patient, watching the deers strungle to keep standing. - Hemming - 07-02-2009 [html]
- Dawali Amara - 07-19-2009 [html]
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