Of Deer and Ichika

Jaden Ohanzee · 09-15-2011, 11:55 PM

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Date: September 15, 2011

Setting: Phoenix Forest

Time: Dusk

Character Form: Secui

Mood: Friendly

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Okay! So here we go. I will leave this open for a week before we start the replying cycle. After that we won’t keep a posting order, but try not to post again until all other participating Ichikans have. Being left behind is uncool. Let’s have some fun aye? Words-600+

The sun was falling low over Phoenix Forest when Jaden stepped out of the cool shadows that had clung under the greenery’s canopy for most of the day. The air was mellow with the soft, rich scents of trees and grass. Slightly recognizable, and surely only for the nose of a wolf, was the gamey and delectable call of a white tailed deer herd no more than two miles away. The Shishen had been waiting for this rotation in their movement. For weeks and weeks Jaden had been watching the prey of Ichika migrate about. To him they were beginning to become predictable. The local herds had clearings they liked and fields they regularly passed through on their constant search for the best vegetation for feeding.

The largest herd of deer in the area, who’s sent was recognizable from where Jaden sat, was currently grazing a clearing not far into Phoenix Forest. Here they were most vulnerable to attack; a perfect place for Jaden to stage the first Ichikan pack hunt.

The responsibilities of the Shishen were simple: ranged combat and organizing pack hunts. For the latter half of that short list the crimson bellied tundra wolf had spent a majority of his time preparing for. It seemed like a simple feat to show wolves where deer were so they could kill and consume them, but to lead a hunt where group coordination and teamwork were essential and tied to the very fundamental reason for having a pack hunt took careful planning and courage.

The careful planning was easy and had been finished more than half a moon cycle ago. Courage was shockingly something the warrior lacked for this hunt. Not to say Jaden was a coward, no, quite the opposite. In his former life the brute had faced death and scrutiny many times. He had very nearly been the leader of a murderous group of assassins, but somehow this was different. Leading people he didn’t know, or even giving them direction on a simple hunt seemed wrong to the Shishen. It seemed like he was stepping into a place in this pack he was not meant to step into. But this was his job. Nayru had asked of him only this simple task (as slinging arrows was practically second nature) and it was finally time to face Ichika.

It wouldn’t be that bad, at least that is what Jaden told himself as he looked over the foot hills of the Halcyon mountains. He wasn’t a complete stranger anymore and a few of his new acquaintances assured him they would show. But the new faces seemed to hide just under the furthest tree and behind the shallowest hills. Tonight would be interesting indeed.

Before his nerves could get the best of him, Jaden let his muzzle raise to the sky and called in a deep, friendly wolf howl. He called any Ichikan near enough to hear. He called of a hunt and implied future success in his confidant tones. Nothing more could be explained in his howl despite how nice Jaden’s deep voice sounded on the calm air he wouldn’t try.

The call was repeated once more and then it slowly died down and bounced off the nearby mountains. The deer, who had been momentarily spooked by a predator’s voice, slowly returned to grazing unaware of their possible fate. Nothing was left to do now but wait and Jaden did just that. He sat on his haunches in a relaxed attention that didn’t betray his nerves in the least. He watched for the faces, new or known to bring themselves into view.

Jaden does. "Jaden speaks." Jaden thinks.

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