I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots

P. Alouette | South of Shinshou Temple

POSTED: Sat Jul 07, 2018 2:52 pm

Hilly and uneven, the land spread out all around him like verdant, earthy waves. Reblin preferred to hunt deer, but there was an abundance of goats in this part of the territory that had long taunted him. The idea of hunt them had been in the back of his mind for some time, though it wasn't until recently – perhaps around the time when he was nearly flattened by a tree in Kodiak Pass while tracking after a deer – that the ebullient young man had decided to try his luck on the open, hilly plains of of the southwestern part of the Court.

Comfortable in his Lupus form, Reblin let his paws carry him through the territory, sending out an invitation howl to anyone who wanted to join him on a hunt. It was perhaps premature, considering he hadn't even spotted a herd to hunt, but past sightings of these thriving goat herds made the Marquis decidedly confident. With his tongue flopping out of the corner of his mouth, Reblin loped at an easy past until the hilly lands danced ahead of him then, slowing, he trotted the rest of the way.

It did not take him long to catch a fresh trail of the goats. With his nose to the verdant ground, blades of grass tickling his dark, wet nose, Reblin lifted his eyes without raising his head and sighted the lazy creatures browsing in the sun. He padded some distance toward them, then stopped and waited to see if anyone would take him up on his invitation to hunt with him. Keeping a safe distance away from the herd, so as not to draw attention to himself, Reblin watched the goats browse. He sought any animal that appeared ill, injured, or young – any compromised or vulnerable animal would increase their chances of success.

OOC: This part of the territory in in the Shiloh Hills, where landrace goats thrive. Let's hunt some goats!

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POSTED: Sun Jul 08, 2018 10:10 am

Her paw's claws dug into the soft earth at her feet, through grass into the softer soil beneath that was moist from an earlier rain and yielding due to the hot day that had evaporated some of the water away. Ahead of her was a bramble of bushes that kept her, for the most part, out of sight and mind from the creatures beyond it, though her sea-foam gaze and her sense of smell told her that she was not, at all, close enough to any sort of kill that could be lingering beyond except that of a squirrel that had made the bush it's temporary hiding place from her when she had approached. While she knew nothing of note was nearby, a squirrel was always a pleasant meal to start with and its fur, as long as it wasn't damaged too much, could be used in conjunction with other pelts and furs to make lasting clothes.

Instead, of going for the field where she would have likely only found mice or the occasional vole, she took a few meandering steps in the bush's direction with ears pinned to the side of her head and the squirrel started just as a call rang out in the distance, not too far from where she stood now. She watched as the squirrel ran up the tree beside the bush and grunted under her breath before her ears went alert.

She hoped that the chance for food was greater in numbers today than it was alone for she moved in the direction the howl had just come from, just as quickly, leaving only the trail of her claw's marks behind in the earth as she sheathed them in turn for the comfort of speed that had her cresting the hillside beyond. It was there that she found his scent and she followed it slowly enough that she wouldn't alert whatever was being hunted to her presence but quickly enough that soon, she saw him at the corner of her vision and she was able to change her direction to catch up with him from the treeline just south of where he stood.

She had seen him around, never spoken to him outright. At least he was familiar and a pack mate. She let her eyes turn from him to beyond, catching sight of the goat herd as they grazed away at the fields, unawares that the duo were stalking them. She was careful to keep her voice low as she glanced his way, a small grin perking at the sides of her mouth. "Which one?" she lightly questioned.
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POSTED: Sun Jul 15, 2018 9:45 am

Moon-colored eyes swept over the herd, searching through the individuals. There were plenty of younger animals, but to find a sick or injured one, he thought that he might need to test the herd. Reblin settled himself sternally in the grass and panted in the summer heat as he watched them, hoping to pick out one of them without resorting to stirring them up. There was one, set a little apart from the others, that was neither browsing nor chewing its cud, but it was impossible to tell why from where he lay.

Tearing his eyes away from it, Reblin turned his eyes to watch a pack mate approaching. He wagged his tail and rose to his feet, moving to greet her as a wolf would, then returned his gaze to the herd. "Well," he began, seeking out the one he had been observing. "That red one kinda on the fringes there? With the dark head?" He sat down. "It's not doing stuff with the others, so I think it might be sick or something. I can't tell for sure, though."

He looked at Alouette again, his tongue rolling out of side of his mouth. "What do you say we stir 'em up a little and see?" he suggested, waiting for her consensus before starting toward the herd to see what they could make of that individual goat. If nothing else, they could try to pick off a young one. Young prey were almost always a safe bet... safer, anyway, than a healthy adult in its prime.

OOC: Feel free to start things up! You can decide if the goat Reblin picked out is actually a good candidate, if you want to. :D

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POSTED: Tue Jul 24, 2018 11:26 pm

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The breeze was gentle against her fur, blowing toward them and away from the herd as if by design. On the breeze, she could smell each of them, though they were of familiar scents as the Courtiers, except less canine and more earthy. In truth, they had the high ground, the potential to come away from this with new meat, new pelts. Perfect hunting conditions, in her opinion, as the goats grazed at the lush, thickest parts of the grass in the fields below them on the hill. On the outskirts of the field, large trees encompassed the territory, leaving a route of resistance against them if they chased the wrong buck or ewe but already, her eyes had spotted the one on the outskirts, the same one that her pack mate had already seen long before she had approached.

Sea-foam eyes followed them as closely as they followed each and every movement made by her comrade, Reblin, who had initiated the search for food, most likely even before she had caught the scent or had the urge to hunt. His voice was soft as he pointed out the one that he had spotted and she was quick to hunker down in agreement, sitting beside him a moment longer so she could access the herd for any other would-be meals.

With his tongue lolling from his maw, she huffed her reply with a small half-fanged grin before shuffling off in the direction he chose, her gait at lumbering pace. If the herd had seen them up to this point, they hadn't responded one way or another. Her attention occasionally drifted toward the rest of them, though, on the off chance that they did spook.

"Careful of the horns," she teased, before her eyes settled on the sickly one at the back of the herd. She thought it would be easier if they split up, came from each side in a pincer that would easily handle the beast but their luck till this point had been heavenly and it wasn't long to last.

Something about the way they walked, about the way they approached in the tall grass, had alerted one of the closer goats to their presence. A head lifted with a burly body to follow suit and she made eye contact with the thing that bore into her with all the survival instinct it could muster.. and then all hell broke loose.

It happened so quickly that Lou almost didn't notice until it was too late. A sound fell from its lungs that had the others nearest it looking up and in their direction, even the one in the back, and then the herd all at once began to disperse, running for the woods in terror. It was a sight to behold, a dozen woolly beasts of muscle rushing the trees but that was also their dinner and they had no time to stop to stare at the sight before them.

Alouette barked complaint and rushed, not waiting to see if Reblin followed, as she charged directly toward for the sickly one. It was slower than the rest and warranted their attack while the others were free to live another day, though she doubted they would come to this area again for a while.

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POSTED: Mon Jul 30, 2018 11:34 am

Having someone to share in this moment was a welcome feeling to Reblin, who lived to be in the presence of others. Her warmth a she sat next to him filled him with confidence and empowerment. They were going to chase down that red goat and they were going to catch it – together. There were few things better to the gregarious Courtier than hunting alongside a comrade.

When she rose and began lumbering toward the herd, Reblin rose to his feet and followed after her, his curled tail sweeping the top of his back cheerily. Her teasing jab brought a comical frown to his face and, pulling in his tongue, his smile was sharp. "You be careful of... the horns," he replied, starting out strong but ending in a mumble when he realized he had no good comeback for his fellow Courtier.

As they neared, one of the goats caught sight of them and released a warning to its herd. "Oh, good job," he yapped playfully at his companion, his tongue rolling out of his mouth again to show he was only teasing her. When she rushed forward after the goats, however, he was quick to fall in line after her with all the seriousness of a professional. Pale eyes scanning the numerous shifting bodies in front of them, Reblin caught sight of the one they had picked out before the hunt and zoned in on it.

She, too, seemed to have found it and did the same. Reblin glanced sidelong at his hunting companion and gave huffed a gentle bark to inform her of his plan to fall in behind the unfortunate goat while she took a more direct approached at it. Veering away from her, the pied wolfdog changed his trajectory to come in from behind the goat – a buck, he realized, as they neared – snapping ivory teeth when he could to nip at the animal's hindquarters.

Overcome with terror, and still quite agile for its ill health, the goat swung its head and jerked away from the wolfdog at its heels, all the while aware of the other one also trying to steal away its life.

OOC: Woooooooooooo~! I think that Alouette and Reblin have been the Court together long enough to know of one another, even if they've never officially met. But I'm okay if you'd rather they don't know one another at all! c:

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POSTED: Fri Aug 10, 2018 10:18 am

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Sorry for the wait. ^^ I edited the post before so that it's vague but it can definitely be assumed the two know each other. Leaving the 'kill' blow to Reblin.

The blue eyed girl had been on many hunts by this time in her life. She knew that there were strategies one undertook when they were with a companion, ones that were suited for the combined efforts of two canines versus just one, ones they didn't even consider when they were on their own. After everything, she had hunted with her father, with Dreyma, even with her mother who was moderately humanized and often waited for her father to bring home a meal for the family to share and she had hunted by herself on many occasion, often going after smaller game than this.

Those lessons had the combined effort of pushing her to become a member of the well trained canine unit that eagerly rushed the poor buck that they had assumed sick and fragile for his size and temperament away from the rest. But the buck was far more agile than they had given him credit for and he was quick on his feet, at least by their standards. She could only imagine how fast, how virile, the other goats were and what could have been if they had chosen a different target than the one they had.

While Reblin attacked the goat's backside, nipping at its rear end in an attempt to reign in its attention, to force it into the action of making the mistake of taking its attention from Alouette, the girl knew that it was a two edged sword and that she needed to do the same.

It was not a matter of one person taking the duty of ending the creature's life for the betterment of their pack but a dual reality of whoever got the first chance. She had that first chance as the buck reared to drive Reblin off of its hind quarters and she made the attempt of snapping her jaws about its throat, throwing her weight behind the blow so that it did not get loose if teeth found their mark. Unfortunately, her teeth caught fur and hair instead and not the flesh it sought but the buck did rear in her direction, raised, curved horns bared toward her rather than Reblin in the same action.

She was fast too, though, and avoided the buck's headbutt, rearing back with a snarl curdling the air at the end of her fangs. Either the goat would tire out first or they would and she knew that the goat had no chance.

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