Path of a hunter

Indra Winters

POSTED: Thu Feb 01, 2018 6:46 pm

Winter seemed to be in wonderful spirits as winter progressed along. She had always loved the cold elements the season brought with it, and it made hunting all the more fun to do in the cold weather. The fact that she was a purebred wolf, bred to cope and endure this season brought much pride in her heart and made her all the more confident. During the winter she has had the pleasure of living in Salsola as a member of the family, so she usually spent her time trying to get to know the other members of Salsola. The Celtic female wasn't doing the usual routine of looking for other members of the pack at the moment. Thora had just finished hunting down two large prey animals for the pack, and it sure took up a lot of her energy. She had just finished putting both of the dead animals next to each other, now taking a moment to recuperate and catch her breath. Thora took deep breaths and pants as thick clouds of fog could be seen drifting off into the air. Thankfully enough she knew were to put the prey in the storage shed thanks to the Hierophant she meet with in the past. Thora took pride in every successful hunt she made knowing she was putting her energy to good use. Now she had brought down two female does. One she had brought down earlier in the day, and another later in a second hunt, which took some time. It was exhausting and tiring, but the work was well worth it. It wasn't as great as when she brought down that great buck she had made when she met the Hierophant, but something was better than nothing.

Thora wasn't just hunting to feed the pack, having learned she had the potential of being a Cazador, it sparked her interest. Getting a job as a hunter would not only prove her worth, but having that title would be simply perfect. Her father had always pressed her to be excellent in everything she did, especially hunting. That pressure molded her into the great hunter she was today, and she honestly thanked her father for it to this day. Slowly but surely, the young female got her strength back and her breathing returned to normal. Straightening out her usual Celtic outfit she wore, Thora thought of how she was going to take her kills to the storage shed. Perhaps she could take a a hoof in each hands and drag both of them there? It would certainly help if she had help, but since she was alone, she took a moment to gather her thoughts before dragging the kills to their destination.
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POSTED: Sat Feb 03, 2018 2:36 am

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The grey season dragged on; as wolves, they were in their element, but Indra found herself eager for change. Anything to eclipse the events of the past few months.

To distract herself from the things she didn't wish to linger on, the Warden looked for distractions and opportunities, of which there were many to be found. In a place like Salsola, this was to be expected; the pathways were abound with secrets, and while she waited for something - without being entirely sure what it was, exactly - she traveled them again, finding the old ones she'd run down as a pup and familiarizing herself with them.

A hare darted across her path once, and instead of chasing it, she watched. She'd brought neither her sword nor her newly repaired armor, which fit like a glove, but her bow hung over one shoulder as casually as others might wear a necklace or a ring. Not long ago her father had said she would make the best hunter, the best they'd ever seen, and sometimes she wished he hadn't.

He had been Salsola's most superior hunter for nearly five years, and she knew what that betokened.

When game became dull, it was time to seek a more challenging quarry.

As she thought this, the scent of blood drew her.

She forgot her problems; she forgot Lilia's inquisitiveness, her sister's irritating personal issues, and her ruinous family.

The further she went, the faster she walked. Her footprints grew further apart in the snow, and yet when she arrived she was not out of breath. She ascribed this to her breeding, however messed up the truth of it was.

Eternity's didn't lack for energy.

Ambitious, Indra remarked flatly, eying not one doe but two, her mismatched gaze finally settling on the woman in question. They were of an age, really; and the pattern in her clothes evoked something in the soldier, as if it were familiar.

It reminded her of Airgid Gleann, and the raven boy who'd been killed.

She was sorely tempted to leave it there, what with conversation not being her strong suit, but she'd gone looking for and found a distraction.

Need a hand, fiagaĆ­?

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POSTED: Tue Feb 06, 2018 1:29 pm

Thora's thoughts were quickly interrupted by a nearing voice in the cold, harsh winds. Giving a quick prayer of thanks that another wolf was nearby whom she could ask for help. She knew it would be a struggle to carry both well sized does to the storage shed by herself. Even though she was as strong as she was, every wolf needed help now and again. She turned around for her golden eyes to meet a white wolf offering help. The young Celtic wolf's spirits rose very quickly for something about this wolf intrigued her so. It wasn't her white pelt, nor her blue eyes. It was that simple word she used, fiagai, meaning hunter. With Thora's Celtic dress filled with Celtic markings and a Celtic battle axe she carried around, it was no question Thora was Celtic. Yet the word the white wolf used showed Thora that there was a strong chance that she may have Celtic in her blood as well. Ever since she joined Salsola and joined the family, she hadn't met one wolf that was the same as her, Celtic. In her old pack's land every single wolf had Celtic in them, whether it was part or whole. Turning her attention back to the task at hand, her golden eyes sparked interest as the wind began to blow slightly harder. "Dia dhuit. Thank you, I would need a hand. I am taking these to the storage shed." She gave the white wolf a smile as she spoke. It was obvious to Thora that this wolf was higher in rank, so she minded her manners as she did with all higher ranked members in the pack. For Thora, it was common courtesy. "May I ask your name?" Her British accent flowed like an elegant river but also held respect for the white she wolf. Though even if Thora knew her name, she would never call the white wolf by her name, it would just be plain disrespectful.

Thora studied the higher female, still somewhat surprised that she knew Irish. It felt as if all of her Celtic heritage was blowing through the wind into her fur, bringing back past memories. Taking a glance at the does she just killed, Thora respectfully waited for the white she wolf to answer. It seemed Thora's passion for hunting was finally earning her the respect she deserved. Hopefully she would be getting closer to her goal to becoming a Cazador soon.
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POSTED: Thu Mar 08, 2018 3:26 pm

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Indra found herself suddenly regretting not bringing a horse-any of the ones desensitized to blood-to help them with the task of carrying the deer to communal storage. They weighed less than an adult female luperci, usually, but were still beyond the means of some.

The Warden was more than aware of her strengths and limitations; one deer was well within her abilities. She considered Thora with an assessing gaze, gauging her form and what she thought to be her preference for her four-legged form, and mentally shrugged. It would be easier to carry one over a shoulder than it would be to drag it from here to their destination, but it was none of her business.

It made her wonder about the easiest path, however, and whether it was the right one.

Some of them enjoyed strife-struggle, survival, simplicity-while others found these things to be a waste of effort better spent elsewhere.

The odd-eyed woman always looked to become more efficient.

I'll carry one, She suggested after a moment, unsure whether or not she wanted to answer the woman's question. Some inborn part of her, perhaps due to her lineage, wished to quip that she could ask her name, and thought better of it.

Indra Winters. There was more she could say-daughter of Osrath, granddaughter to the Boss, sister to Elphaba-but she neglected to do so, content to rest on her own laurels. She was wary of the nepotism that existed within the Thistle Kingdom, their preference for the covenant of blood.

You should consider becoming one of our elite hunters, She said while reaching down to hoist the deer over her shoulder. Adjusting the weight while she rose, a look of great concentration flickered over her face. one of them left recently.

Not a lie, exactly, but not the truth, either.

To be banished was a sort of absence, she supposed.

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POSTED: Thu Mar 15, 2018 2:39 pm

The young Celtic woman was grateful that the white female offered to carry one of the deer to the communal storage, this would be a lot easier on her and they could get there quicker since both of them would be pulling their weight. Her hard work seemed to paying off and even though her hunting skills were great, her skills were also improving with each successful kill she made. Thora was still deciding on which high rank she wanted to aim for, but she knew she wanted to be more than than the Family rank. Each day she worked hard to prove that she was more valuable than she already was to the pack. Thora felt she was doing a good job at proving herself, and impressing the Hierophant with the stag she killed only boosted her confidence to become more than what she was. Thankfully, the white wolf decided to give Thora her name, Indra Winters. Her name had a nice ring to it, but Thora wouldn't dare call her by her name. She was higher in rank after all. The Celtic woman picked up the other doe, and put it over her shoulder like the white wolf did, it seemed to be an easier way to carry it. "My name is Thora Connolly. Thank you for the help." Her British accent could be heard in her voice as she spoke. Seeing as Indra said she should consider becoming one of the elite hunters only made her prowess as a hunter more evident. When she had met the Hierophant, she had also considered her for the title of Cazador. Since then she had worked hard to try and gain that title, after all it would prove herself that she deserved to rise higher in rank. Thora wondered which of the elite hunters left the pack, but she was sure it was one who was exiled. Her former sponsor, told her that wolves could never leave Salsola without disgrace. She decided not to talk about who was exiled and began to make her way to the storage shed.

Thora felt pride swell in her, and had faith that her hunting skills would help her climb the ranks to where she wanted to be.
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