I don't want to be the one the battles always choose

POSTED: Sat Aug 18, 2018 12:43 pm

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Optime | Noxweald; late morning (+317)

Scout II thread.

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She sniffed at the ground once more, inhaling the pungent scent of the creature she had been trailing all morning. Ragna had first discovered the scent when she had been moving out to patrol the borders, however, upon coming across it, she had decided to change her plans. Her horse returned to the homestead, she’d gone back out armed with her bow and knives to track the beast. The Vale was no place for a wandering black bear, after all. An altercation with a hungry one—or one with cubs—could be disastrous for the pack. It was something that Ragna sought to eliminate before it became a threat.

The creature appeared to have, thankfully, remained in the northeastern edges of the Vale. At the very least, the bear didn’t seem to have wandered too close to the central living area of the Mistwalkers. It was only a matter of time though. The omnivorous beasts were beginning to fatten up around this time of the year, and would likely move wherever they could find the easiest meal that could satiate their growing, ever-bottomless hunger.

Ragna returned to her full height and continued her pursuit along the bear’s scent trail. Though rarer back in her birth pack, the scout had dealt with the skittish, shambling beasts before. They could easily be scared off if one put up enough of a front. With it being so early into the feasting season too, the ex-soldier had little doubt that it would be easier to make the bear consider a different range to collect its food from.

There was, of course, the off chance that the bear would be an ill-tempered one, which had been why the Wolverthorne had brought her usual weaponry. If worse came to worse, she’d kill it, and then maybe the new Starkhelm could wear its hide as a mantle.

Ragna Eklund

Mistfell Vale
Wolverthorne
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Songbird
Luperci Scout I
Do not go gentle
into that good night

POSTED: Mon Aug 27, 2018 1:22 pm

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She'd rose early, taking the very first patrol before the sun had even begun its journey over the horizon. It was still warm and so she had been in the habit of rising in the dark to avoid the lengthening of her journey due to the sun's rays. Usually, she clambered back onto her pelts afterward and today had not been the exception. It was light when she woke again, though she wasn't quick to set out again. She often ceded the daytime patrols to Ragna, for it was the battle-scarred woman that had claimed the proper title of scout and it was only right. The Starkhelm took her late-night patrols out of a sense of duty, although a healthy dose of paranoia aided her decisions.

Saga had scented her on her departure, but strangely, had caught wind of her far earlier than expected too. With a frown, she hoisted herself up onto long limbs and left the cool darkness of her ground floor home. Anticipating danger (for what other reason would Ragna return?) Saga was quick to make the change from feral to halfling form. Her upright form would be worse than useless to her in such a situation, after all there was hardly any weight to her to being with. That, however, meant she was exceptionally light on her fet and easily able to catch up with the wolfdog.

The starry Starkhelm approached with a quiet, doggish bark, her tail and head high in line with her new rank. 'How did you plan to deal with this situation?' she asked, drawing up beside her fellow Wolverthorne. Less experience with violence and far less suited to taking down such creatures, Saga was more than happy to let her companion lead the operation. If there was nothing Saga could do save for baiting the bear while Ragna struck then so be it. Although she was quietly hoping that this would end without violence, she had no qualms with it as a last resort.

Saga D'Angelo
Mistfell Vale
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POSTED: Sun Sep 09, 2018 5:41 pm

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Her ears flickered as she hard a soft bark, and her glacier gaze turned to find the new Starkhelm making her way towards her in her Secui form. Good, she could have used someone useful out here, and Saga was one of the few that the ex-soldier deemed as much. Soft, green, or having never known real conflict. There were many within the Vale that could not fight or defend themselves or the pack, or, at least, not to the Eklund’s standards.

“Scare the beast off so bad that it won’t come back, no matter how starved,” Ragna replied, “Shouting, barking, baying, throwing things or attacking it with quick, fleeting bites should do. If it decides to fight instead of run, we kill it.” The scout would not take any chances. Better to kill the bear than to have a packmate mauled to death or seriously injured because of it. Perhaps she should have called for Felix to round up a few of the more able fighters, but, it would take too long to gather them and explain things, and, besides, more bodies meant a higher likelihood of an accident. It was better this way.

They continued on, tracking the bear by both scent and other physical marks of it moving through the area. It appeared to be moving at a grazing pace, seeming to stop here and there to nibble on something, scratch on a tree, or otherwise just do what bears did best; shamble along. Stones were upturned every so often, marking where the creature had scrounged for insects. At other spots—places where berry bushes grew thickly—the bushes were destroyed from the gluttonous creature’s fat maw.

Ragna had come to pause at one of these various locations, observing the crushed vegetation and faint footprints in the dirt and leaflitter. “Have you ever dealt with a bear before, Saga?” Though she didn’t doubt that Saga could hold her own when they finally found the thing, she also wouldn’t be responsible for the death of the Vale’s first Starkhelm if the yearling had never dealt with the powerful creature’s nature and tendencies before.

Ragna Eklund

Mistfell Vale
Wolverthorne
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Songbird
Luperci Scout I
Do not go gentle
into that good night

POSTED: Fri Sep 14, 2018 1:22 pm

this is an awful post omfg sorry ;-;

If Saga could read minds, she would have been honoured. While she had little knowledge of battle or any real hardship, she had bountiful respect for the warrior woman and the idea that that respect went both ways would have been a thrilling revelation. Especially now she outranked the Eklund. The dappled woman, while lacking in trained fighting skills, had a terrier-like tenacity that had always served her well.

The Starkhelm nodded at Ragna's words, turning her nose to the trail and following it true. Both women, it seemed, were natural trackers and by way of the rich ursine scent and the carnage that the creature had left in its wake. They stopped eventually, taking a moment to collect themselves and further discuss their plan of attack.

'No.' It was an honest answer, spoken with no inflection of hesitation or insecurity. There was a daft thought that lingered in the recesses of her mind. A bear would not be the creature to end her. Whether this was hubris or the remnants of her father's spiritual dronings was up for debate, but it didn't change her steadfast, typically Wolverthorne, certainty.
Saga D'Angelo
Mistfell Vale
Starkhelm
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Vida
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