08-03-2011, 08:02 AM
[html]ooc;; nomnomnomnom. kitty is dropped alex, but still wants him to have a horse, so I'll be PPing him and stuff <33
Conversation hadnt been all that great between the group as they'd made their way down from Ichika. It was a shame, for they proclaimed to be a pack of peace and love- their own members couldnt get on well enough for a night out in the open. Well, that being said there was no fighting or arguing or anything of the sort, there was just no conversation either. One of the group he had taken a liking to was Pripyat. The boy was practical and strong minded, but more than that, he was easy to get along with. He had spent a lot of the trip talking to the grey man, accumilating snippets of the males life before he had moved to Ichika. He wasnt sure how close in age the grey man was, nor was he sure who he was closer to in age amoung the younger members of Ichika. Still, he felt rude outright asking for the males age when it was clear he was already an adult. The male had left it at that, not sure what to make of the others who were less inclined to speak. He was here to catch another horse, as were the rest of them. It was fine by him if they didnt want to talk.
He listened and observed as, one by one, those around him began to chose a horse. Eclipse went for a non-descript dun mare while Noah went for a beautiful black mare with a white mane and tail. Jace pointed out the purest white stallion she could while Pripyat chose a dappled grey stallion that looked similar to the boy himself. He missed what Alex said, but nodded anyway. It was time to move. Those around him chose their forms and Saul slipped from the bush, moving stealthily round to the back of the horses where he paused to gather the troops. With a glance towards everyone, they surged forwards at the same time, bursting from the bush and out into the grazing herd. For a fraction of a second, the horses remained calm and peaceful, before the scent and sight of the wolves kicked in. With what appeared to be a collective shriek of alarm, the horses began to panic.
Green eyes were impassive, the eyes of a hunter, as he split from the rest of the group. There was no need to stay in the safety of numbers, they werent killing they were simply rounding the horses up. His own mare, larger than he'd first thought, was near the front of the group. At her side was a dappled grey colt, no more than a year old. He wondered for a brief moment what the colt had to do with his mare- they looked nothing alike and it was clear from their bone structure that they werent the same breed. He pushed the thoughts aside as he dove into the panicking horses, making a beeline for the chestnut mare with her flaxen mane and tail. He didnt pay any attention to those around him, focusing solely on his own horse. He reached her side, snapping at her legs to make her turn away from the rest of the herd. He would separate her from the herd and drive her back the way the wolves had come, towards the dense thicket they'd chosen as a corrale.
word count;;
"speech"
Conversation hadnt been all that great between the group as they'd made their way down from Ichika. It was a shame, for they proclaimed to be a pack of peace and love- their own members couldnt get on well enough for a night out in the open. Well, that being said there was no fighting or arguing or anything of the sort, there was just no conversation either. One of the group he had taken a liking to was Pripyat. The boy was practical and strong minded, but more than that, he was easy to get along with. He had spent a lot of the trip talking to the grey man, accumilating snippets of the males life before he had moved to Ichika. He wasnt sure how close in age the grey man was, nor was he sure who he was closer to in age amoung the younger members of Ichika. Still, he felt rude outright asking for the males age when it was clear he was already an adult. The male had left it at that, not sure what to make of the others who were less inclined to speak. He was here to catch another horse, as were the rest of them. It was fine by him if they didnt want to talk.
He listened and observed as, one by one, those around him began to chose a horse. Eclipse went for a non-descript dun mare while Noah went for a beautiful black mare with a white mane and tail. Jace pointed out the purest white stallion she could while Pripyat chose a dappled grey stallion that looked similar to the boy himself. He missed what Alex said, but nodded anyway. It was time to move. Those around him chose their forms and Saul slipped from the bush, moving stealthily round to the back of the horses where he paused to gather the troops. With a glance towards everyone, they surged forwards at the same time, bursting from the bush and out into the grazing herd. For a fraction of a second, the horses remained calm and peaceful, before the scent and sight of the wolves kicked in. With what appeared to be a collective shriek of alarm, the horses began to panic.
Green eyes were impassive, the eyes of a hunter, as he split from the rest of the group. There was no need to stay in the safety of numbers, they werent killing they were simply rounding the horses up. His own mare, larger than he'd first thought, was near the front of the group. At her side was a dappled grey colt, no more than a year old. He wondered for a brief moment what the colt had to do with his mare- they looked nothing alike and it was clear from their bone structure that they werent the same breed. He pushed the thoughts aside as he dove into the panicking horses, making a beeline for the chestnut mare with her flaxen mane and tail. He didnt pay any attention to those around him, focusing solely on his own horse. He reached her side, snapping at her legs to make her turn away from the rest of the herd. He would separate her from the herd and drive her back the way the wolves had come, towards the dense thicket they'd chosen as a corrale.
word count;;
"speech"