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Frodo Silvertongue

12-16-2011, 09:32 AM

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Smile for light and ayasha. Also it starts on the 15th at night and ends early on the 16th Smile

Having made his way back from Inferni, with only a brief rest at Halifax along the way, all Frodo wanted to do was lay down and rest. But the one thing that kept tugging in his mind was the promise he’d made Ayasha about them helping each other out some time, and then the time he’d met Light Goldenfeather who he’d had a good time with, and wanted to meet up with him again. Bareback, the very beaten-up looking man rode his horse with these thoughts in mind. Not to the stables this time, but the hut he had now made. It had taken time and effort, but it was finally there. There was even a little fence around it - stolen - which he used to put Strider in. The metal fencing he’d found at the serena reserve; it was just some that had fallen off and so he took it, feeling quite sneaky however many times he told himself it had probably belonged to humans before, which wouldn’t exactly be missing it now.

Carefully, the man dismounted and then led Strider into the fenced off Area, leaving him there to graze at whatever he could beneath the snow. Frodo groaned as he hunched over towards the hut, his head lolling to one side in exhaustion. The man pulled off his cloak, bow, quiver, and shirt, and winced as the many cuts, bruises, and bandages were revealed. He’d had a tough time. He kicked off into the back of his hut and collapsed, falling asleep as soon as his head touched the gypsy pillow and blanket that lay there.

When Frodo awoke, he was feeling slightly more refreshed. He got up, and fed the rat snuffling around in his food supplies. Then, just as he was about to get dressed, he opted for a change for once and shifted into Lupus. Once everything was in place, Frodo then walked outside. He was met with a breezy, slightly chilling day. The short wolf was happy to see it hadn’t snowed overnight, and that his horse was looking fine, lying in the fencing. And now it was time to get into that familiar routine; hunting for the pack, eat, hunt, sleep, repeat. But yet again that familiar tug from yesterday reminded him of his plans to meet up with both Ayasha and Light again. Why not at the same time? Frodo asked himself. Quick, nimble, and sure footed in his lupus form, he loped a few strides away and then tilted his head back into a few short barks. Light. Ayasha. the names he called were clear in his throaty cries, and then it was all the black and golden male could to, before he sat and waited to see if they would show up.

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Light Goldenfeather

12-16-2011, 10:47 AM

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Word Count → 465 :: Sorry mostly character development here... if you want to know what he's so distraught over stay tuned to [M] The splendour of your curves

The troubled hunter had a rough sleep that night, his mind completely overrun with confusion and a sense of dread. Not only one but two of his pack mates knew of his weakness, his problem. He had attempted to prove the fact to be fictitious with the pale scarred beautiful woman but the difficulty of the task had been too clear and easily she seen through it. He glanced down at the partially covered female that rested so peacefully, her head upon his lap. She was covered in his furs atop the small couch he had dragged into his small bachelor hut. He stroked her hair and carefully started to rise. He needed a run that day anything to get his mind off the act he had committed. He felt absolutely terrible for doing it even against his beliefs, even against his body’s annoying chemistry that burdened him so deeply.

He sighed heavily as he stepped outside into the brisk early morning. His body was aching and slightly bleeding from the vigorous actions the night before. He rubbed off the slight bead of dried blood upon his chest and stared at it as it clung to his fingertip. His mind filled with terrible thought feeling like he had sinned and failed his dear friends for doing what he did. He kicked the small stool he often set his evening bottle of Gin on and let out a growl of frustration. The stool flew across the clearing between huts within the village and he sighed going out to retrieve it. He needed to go talk to his friend, he needed to express the truth of his actions or it would eat at him like a plague hell bent on destroying him. He needed to confess even if it meant the loss of his friendship with the albino coy-dog. His mother always taught him to do right by his friends.

Once the stool was settled back in its place a slight wobble to it now he started to head toward the home of his friends. It was then he heard the bark that called out to not only him but the young white female he had met the previous morning. He glanced in the direction of the bark and then the home of his friends. A deep sigh escaped him and not wanting to appear rude he headed toward Frodo’s request for his presence. He approached the hunter who awaited their arrival in lupus. Good day brother. He said in a monotonous voice, his stone expression set upon his face. It was a common reaction when he didn’t want to show the trouble of his mind. He said nothing more sure the male would spout in his cryptic splendour the reason he called upon him shortly.

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Ayasha

12-16-2011, 07:55 PM

Ayasha was still worried about Liam. She hadn’t heard anything from him since she had helped him get a little bit better. Yet the rest of life was pretty good. Her mother had come back and her younger brother was actually alive. She was going to strangle her other brother for letting them think that Ahiga was dead. She also was curious about why Ahiga had felt the need to pretend he was dead. Why couldn’t he just told them he wanted to explore before coming home with his twin and littermate?

But her time was spent not worrying, or at least not lounging around while worrying. She had been tracking prey and knew that there was some deer hang around the Serena Reserve area. This time spent scouting and patrolling allowed her to think about everything that was going on in her life. It kept her mother from worrying as much about her.

She heard Frodo’s call and hoped that he wanted to go hunting. They had discussed and she was eager to do so. The last time she had done it was before the war when she was a Tsula Agateno. She knew where the prey was and would be able to show them more effectively where the prey was. She arrived not to soon after Light and had to grin at the fact that his niece was part of her first hunt. ”Hi, Frodo, Light. Are we going to hunt?” She had her belt with two knives hanging from it. She was still excited but was able to keep her cool more than the first time.

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Frodo Silvertongue

12-17-2011, 06:25 PM

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WOO hunting partaaay!

Frodo smiled lively, as it was Light who first approached. The lupus formed wolf craned his neck upwards, to see Light looking stony and emotionless. No difference from the last time then, Frodo thought, smiling slightly. And to you too! he declared, with a brief but fierce wag of his tail. The man jolted around on the spot for a while, making his limbs loose and steady, ready for anything. Be it sudden movements or moving silently, creeping around like a mouse, he would be up for it. Surely he was trained enough in the matter. He felt at ease hunting with Light because of their share in ranks, and he felt as if Ayasha might just be leading them through the hunt, being of higher status than the pair of them. He’d see, anyway. Frodo didn’t much fancy being in charge; he was too clumsy and scared of mucking up. Yet there was still that urge to prove himself in the pit of his stomach. Since his spar with X’yrin, he’d felt just that little more able to accomplish tasks. He planned to train himself more later into the winter; it would soon be too cold to hunt, and he’d need to do something with his time.

Eager now, Frodo just had to wait for the third member of their hunting party. Ayasha arrived not soon after Light and asked the question that the pair of them were probably wondering. The curly haired brute turned his golden face in her direction and grinned, his tail starting to wag just a little too uncontrollably now. Yup. Good grief, but I don’t know where to start. Shoot, Ayasha, dy’know some good places round ‘ere we can be ‘untin us some wonga? Lead the way, if you may, milady. he figured she would, seeing as she was a scout. She’d more than likely know about the suitable places where prey lurked.

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Light Goldenfeather

12-18-2011, 09:23 AM

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Word Count → 300+ :: <3 hunting

He gave the approached female a respectful nod as his greeting not feeling the need to talk in that moment.

The stern hunter allowed a smirk draw across his face at the prospect of a hunt as his tail seemed to almost be taken by the wind just slightly. It was just what he needed to calm his troubled mind. It would also mark the true beginning of the bountiful season for him as his success rate was always boosted in the winter months. Back home those months were longer but he would take what he could with the obviously shorter season here. He patted around his hips near the back wondering if he had forgotten to tie the small offering pouch he often tucked away in his thick fur. He was glad when he found the small lump of leather firmly tied as it usually was. It would mean he didn’t have to run back home. As much as he wanted practise with his spear he would do this in Secui unless otherwise instructed.

He set his gaze toward Ayasha in respect to her standing within the pack he would easily back down from his usual post as head of the party. Especially since it seemed the pair had made a plan long before his first meet with the white female. He was rather much enticed to see the pleasantly open female in action. She spoke of his niece with such a harsh accusation but he respected her for being honest with him. As he watched the two speak he already set forth in preparing. He pulled the long braid from his back and loosened the tie at the end. He started to unravel the thing for often it was such a painful action if he shifted with the tight braid still intact. As the braid became unravelled and he had combed through it just slightly with his fingers as you could clearly see it shortening swiftly as his shift began. His bones crackled into their positions and muscles rippled to match. It was always an amazing thing to see his long ground sweeping hair pull back into a thick mane when he was on his fours. The thick grown mane boosted his size considerable in Secui form. He sat awaiting his orders rather relieved to just be able to relax into this.

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Ayasha

12-20-2011, 06:50 PM

Ayasha could feel the excitement of the hunt coursing through her veins, and they hadn’t even started yet. She nodded at the answer to her question and watched as Light shifted. She wondered if she should as well since Frodo was in his lupus form. She decided not to and stood tall in her optime form, well as tall as she could at 5 and half feet tall.

At whether or not she knew of where prey was, she gave another nod. ”There’s some deer over in the Serena Reserve area. They look a little on the thin side but healthy nonetheless.” She realized that she was the one leading the party, since she was the highest-ranking wolf here, even if that rank was in scouting and not hunting.

She looked at her two companions. They would be doing the majority of taking the deer down. She would be showing them where to go and creating diversionary attacks to keep the deer confused. She adjusted her belt and then gave a feral grin. ”If you two are ready, we’ll head off. When we get there, I assume you two are going to take down a deer or two?” She then led them towards the eastern edge of the territory, slowing down when they got to the area where she saw the deer.

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Frodo Silvertongue

01-07-2012, 11:44 AM

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word count: 690. I hope turning the deer into reindeer is ok ^^ Also, someone tell me if I'm meant to put "m" on this.... I kind of describe guts :O

Frodo nodded and his gaze shifted away to watch Light as he cracked into Secui. Secui was the fastest and strongest of all three forms, but it didn't do much good when it came to hunting quietly. No, today Frodo planned a different technique altogether. He would be hunting by himself, but Ayasha would track the prey for them. Then Light and he could wander off in different directions.

He listened to Ayasha and grinned. Serena Reserve was a place he knew well, having taught a young female to hunt there once. He knew it's scent off by heart and knew most of it's twists and turns, so it would be a doddle hunting there. Something told him this would be an easy hunt, easier than most. There was three of them, and one of them was just simply there to help them find the prey. They would be definitely bringing something big down today. Right you are. Away we go, plundering pirates! he said, and then followed the girl at once as she headed off to the east. He flanked her, leaving a considerable amount of space by her side but still close all the same, eager and ready.

It was a while of walking before he first cuaght scent of the reindeer herd, but Ayasha seemed to know what she was doing. He waited until she led them close enough so they were in sight, and then looked both of his comrades in the eye. Meet back here, 'kay? You could try somethin' too, Ayasha! he suggested, and then he was off.

It was a small river crossing that the herd of Reindeer made their journey across. At the edge of the herd, the black shadow Frodo lurked, seeking an abandoned calf or a reindeer too sick to put up a fight. Frodo ran through the rich, swirling scent that made his pelt tighten with hunger. He smelt the bloody tatters that swung from the reindeers' antlers, and snuffed the delicious scent of calves. To make the prey run, he let them see him. A big bull put down his head and thundered towards him. Get away from my females! Frodo dodged the lunging antlers and bounded away.

Inbetween the sounds of the deer, he caught an anguished bleating. He loped towards it. A fawn stood shivering and shaking, on a small pebbly island that lay in the middle of the river. Frodo approached, but a cow reared and snorted at him. His ears fell flat against his head and he backed away, tail between his legs.

Shaking the wetness of the river from his fur, he scanned the herd for easier prey. He caught a distant bleat of pain. There. A young buck struggling to climb a bank. It's antelers looked sharp as fangs; one swipe would gut an unwary wolf. But there was something wrong with it's leg.

Hunt spoke Frodo, purely with his body language. The buck sensed his intention and darted. The buck was quick. Frodo was quicker. A chase went on but it was over sooner than it had started. Frodo bit hard and the buck with the broken leg went limp. In a frenzy of hunger, Frodo sank his teeth into it's belly and loosed a flow of delicious, slithery guts. He gulped them fast, leaving only the pouch that smelt of moss. When the buck's belly was empty and his own nearly full, Forod started on the haunches, biting off chunks of hot, juicy meat.

Some ravens hopped over with squarks. He growled them away without lifiting his muzzle. They hopped off again to wait till they could pick the carcass clean. Frodo lifted his head then. He was sticky and matted with blood. A sort of animal frenzy had overcome him, purely because he was in his lupus form. He was not a mature, quirky luperci; he was a wild animal. But his instincts soon faded away, and he backed away from his kill, looking around for Light and Ayasha. The hunt was good. He was strong. If they were not as lucky as him, he would share his kill.

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Light Goldenfeather

01-11-2012, 06:20 PM

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Word Count → 385 :: Slight pp or assumption? He's more or less being a good follower to Ayasha so feel free to fill in or PP him if you need to.

Light in his secui form was probably the most relaxed of his postures. His thick mane that would grow quite easily into the thick tendrils of waist length hair was enough to make the male look dangerous. He didn’t need to add any puff or boast his pride look he was tough and looked it easily even when he trotted carelessly behind the young scout. He was rather happy but his stone expression remained but if one looked carefully they would take notice to the slight shift of his tongue that desperately wanted to loll out to the side. His bouncy step halted as the female stopped. Light nodded at her words. He could do this hunt in his sleep if it came down to it but he wouldn’t step on her toes in any way. So when Frodo decided to just dart off on his own Light was perplexed. If that were one his pupils or hunting party back home he would be furious. So he looked to Ayasha and gave a small shrug before setting off. His nose carefully started to sniff the trails as his eyes watched the tracks of the herd. He was picking out his prey long before they would set their eyes on the group and wondered if he should test the female on her skill. He paused and looked back at her.

Come. There should be a few good pickings. What do you think? The older male asked as his head motioned to the trails, his voice had settled into the softer tone he often used only with females. He couldn’t help the shift in tone as Frodo was no longer in their presence. When the trail was set forth once more Light heard noises of reindeer on the opposite direction and gave a light shake of his head. Only young hunters would risk lone hunting and quickly dive into their prey. But what worked for Frodo worked for Frodo and Light wasn’t one to judge he’s just lucky he wasn’t leading the hunt. His eyes finally settled upon the herd and he wasn’t at all worried about being spotted. Herds often didn’t spook until you actually started to chase and trotted openly looking for the deer they had determined to be their prey. See it yet? He asked Ayasha while he picked through the deer.

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