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Till/Spartacus, Greed | Drifter Bay/Halcyon Mountain Foothills

POSTED: Tue Nov 05, 2019 1:31 am

Scout Group 2 Prompt : THE UNDERHILL CAMP

The Erilaz has enlisted you in one of two scouting parties heading east from Salsola's border. There have been a few reports of strange Outsider activity in the area, and something about O'Riley's intense - borderline fanatic - energy has suggested to you that this scouting assignment is not as simple as it seems.

Inquisitor Kamari is leading your expedition. Beside a large, strange formation of grey granite boulders, your party uncovers a camp of what appears to be somewhere between 4 and 6 loners. Over the course of your stakeout, you and your companions will notice the following:

  • The fog is very thick here, making it difficult to see. It seems to move quickly around the camp, as though it is being stirred by a breeze you cannot feel.
  • One of the boulders has rolled - or been rolled - away from the main cluster. There is a dark red stain on top of it. At its base is a gathering of small bones. They appear to have come from multiple foxes, or some other small canids. There are teeth scrape-marks on them.
  • The Outsiders do not light a fire in their camp. They do not wear clothing, and they sleep in the open. At one point they come together for a slovenly meal - you cannot see what they are eating, but whatever it is, they eat it raw, and bicker violently among themselves for the scraps. It smells rancid.

Make sure to remain hidden. When you have seen enough, report back to the kingdom with great haste.




Optime | Drifter Bay | Backdated: October 31st; night (+578)

[SL] Curse of the Sanctum: Plot Stage III

Scouting party. Most of this is just setup and background information. Here’s some scene imagery of where we’ll be headed: here (huge boulders forming a general “rim,” high vantage points, a random, obviously moved, bloody boulder near one of the sides, thick fog, etc. etc.)

Kamari’s scent is disguised.

The plains of Drifter Bay were empty that night. Not a soul could be spotted for miles, not even the horse herds that were under the Kingdom’s claim. The temperatures were chilly, and the stiff breeze that managed to flit by every so often only served as a reminder of the winter season to come. The dried, yellowed grass blades gently waved under this caress, creating a soft, rustling sound in an otherwise silent world. Under the small sliver of moonlight in the velvet sky, the night was perfect for a scouting mission best suited for sneaky Salsolans.

Kamari let her cornflower blue eyes shift to the various locations of her male companions that had been assigned to her for the sortie that evening. They would have not been her first choice; a new male she did not know or trust, and the patriarch—and his young son—of the Ulrichs who hated every fiber of her lowborn blood. The assignment had made her briefly wonder if she had managed to anger O’Riley in some way. Given how uncharacteristically unstable his aura had been lately though, she’d easily dismissed the matter in general.

What mattered now was the task at hand. Personal feelings or grievances held no place on a mission. Though, Kamari would be sure to watch her own back just in case.

Upon returning from the Summit, patrols had continued, and that night would be no different. They would patrol out beyond the eastern borders, would scour the plains, would search for any questionable Luperci that might have had something to do with what had put the Queen and her Second on edge. If anything was found, they would investigate. Engagement was not an option unless it was a last resort.

As team leader, she set their general direction, allowing the men to choose their placement amongst the fan formation for their sweep. One to the left, another to the right, and one pulling up the rear. Being spaced apart meant they wouldn’t all fall prey to a single trap or ambushed attack, but, they were also close enough that they could quickly regroup if something of interest was found.

She had dressed in her usual clothing for outings beyond the Kingdom; her dark, hooded cloak that covered her equally dark tunic and pants beneath it. Furred, leather bracers were worn over each forearm, and her knife was secured in the small of her back. She carried her bow rather than shouldering it, and she ensured the arrows of her hip quiver only gave the faintest of rattles with her stealthy gait.

Her tall ears stuck out from her hood, listening attentively for anything amiss in the dark world that surrounded the group. Kamari’s thin muzzle tilted to the bitter breeze that flowed softly by, and, on it, she caught the first sign that they were not alone out on that chilly, late-autumn night. She paused, taking a deeper sniff to ensure she hadn’t smelt wrong. Cornflower blue eyes scrutinized the direction from which the breeze had come, spotting a distant formation of large boulders that decorated an incline. Thick fog lingered in and around the area.

With a soft yap, she ensured she gathered the attention of the males. A wordless jut of her nose indicated for them to change direction towards the rocks, for, surely, they’d caught the foreign scent of Outsiders on the wind too.




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POSTED: Tue Nov 05, 2019 3:05 am

Apprentice: Till Van Ulrich
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Till hadn't particularly been up to much of anything when he had been approached and told that he was going to be going on a special scouting mission. He had spent his morning readying himself to go out of Salsola, and when he had finally been ready, he shifted down into his halfling form. While O'Riley's tone had been dark but energetic about this scouting mission had not been particularly simple, or easy - the lower form of the coyote had been much easier to hide in the thick fog, as well as that he did not have to deal with his long hair getting in the way of his duty. Additionally, he was smaller and closer to the ground, in case he needed to high-tail it out of the area that they ended up in.

He had shown up to the rendezvous area to be greeted with the ever so excited face of the Inquisitor that he disliked possibly the most, but the Secui did not show his detest of the woman, and instead, he greeted her with an all too wide grin that was tense, especially on his halfling form, but he also wagged his tail in a friendly way, as if to silently signal that he didn't want to have any issues. He truly did not want to have an issue with her, and even in his greeting, he had been silent and submissive, with his large ears turned back on his head and his tail lowered. Once he had made sure that she knew that he was not meaning any harm, and that he was going to "play nice", he looked to the other companions, consisting of Greed and then his younger son, Spartacus. Till wondered if this had been done purposely, but did not question it. Maybe the Erilaz had heard of Spartacus' blooming into an interesting young man and he could let the youth tag along.

The wide grin did not leave Till's face as he traveled along with his comfortable companions (with the exception of Kamari, whom stuck out like a sore thumb in regards of the male's easy-going relationships with one another) and he easily trotted to the right of Kamari, choosing to stay pretty close, but not within reach of the woman, should she decide to lash out at the Apprentice for being "too close", or something else that was ridiculous that his mind had made up. He slowed his pace a few times, so that he could take in the scents that were around, and once he felt himself falling too far behind, he trotted back up and glanced at his companions. Scouting, honestly was not his most favorite thing to do, but he was asked to do it, and to accompany the Emissary, and he didn't think he had a choice to decline.

Till's ears twitched as his ink nose caught the scents of loners, and the concern welling within his chest had made his hackles raise on his back, and even though his wide grin did not fade, he did tense up quite a bit. He felt a small growl come from his maw before a soft woof had called him towards Kamari. His gait was tense as he moved towards her to keep himself closer to her and he ducked behind a large rock as they got closer and closer to the gathering of loners.


"Speech". Thinking.

October 31 || Night || Secui | Word Count: 577
Ooc: Let me know if I need to change anything please! <3

TILL VAN ULRICH
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Crimson eyes like dying roses peered as the man who assigned him the task walked away. Spartacus wondered why he had been amongst the chosen to accompany not only his father, but the Emissary, and a man of his same rank. It was not a mission for only the higher ranked, for Spartacus knew that he would not have been involved, nor would the other male with earth tones to his fur. He contemplated the choices of the Erilaz, and he had not come to any solid conclusion, and instead, his father had snapped a few times in front of his face to get him to seemingly "wake up" from his deep thought.

As the night had come upon them, they were to set out on their mission, and once the deep fog set in, Spartacus found himself becoming nervous for the mission, and restless. His long tail flicked behind him as he tried to get ready, but once his father had shifted down into the halfling form, Spartacus knew that he should too. He was silent as he shifted down and then followed behind his father and to the rendezvous point. Spartacus gave a bow to all of the older beasts around him, for he knew that youth was damning in most cases. While Spartacus wanted to act the fool, he was in the presence of his father, and it seemed as if Till had tensed up a bit once they had found themselves in the presence of the others. He looked at the way that his father looked at the jackal, and he didn't quite understand what exactly had made Till tense about her, but he knew that if his father had a tenseness about him, then something was not quite right.

Spartacus did not hold the same racism that his father had, nor did he know about Till's dislike of jackals, mostly because it had never been a subject of conversation, and he had very little interaction with jackals in general. There were still many things that the youth did not understand about his father, but still Spartacus was loyal to his father, as he would be, forever, he assumed.

Spartacus was largely silent, like his father, but once the woman had them fan out, Spartacus found himself leading up the back of the pack of canines, with his nose to the ground and his steps careful, for he did not want to fall into any traps as they exited Salsola's safety and found themselves in the Land of the Wilds. Spartacus lolled his tongue from his coal-dipped maw as he kept a pace behind them and every once in awhile he would put his nose to the earth to take in the stench of Outsiders. His large ears caught the yip of the woman, and then the low growl of his father, and this made the rose-eyed male's fur stand on edge. His ears fanned back on his head and his head and neck were held parallel to the ground as he slunk his large body close to the woman and his father, but in between them, as if to keep them separated.

Why are they so close to Salsola? he asked his father in a hushed tone that was barely audible, and it was only greeted with a sharp look by the cosmic eyes of the Patriarch. Spartacus looked away from his father and to the jackal woman, as if to silently ask her what they were supposed to do.

Were they going to run them off? Why bother watching them when they had more than enough wolves to scare them off?Spartacus' ears lay flat on his head as he looked over the rock to try and make out what the luperci were doing in the thick fog that surrounded the area.

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POSTED: Sun Nov 10, 2019 2:06 pm

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Hello! o/

It was brought to his attention from the moment he entered the Thistle Kingdom that there was a dark tension brewing. Lithia was sure to keep him informed on the entirety of the situation. Now, he had been summoned on a scouting trip, a result of the knew knowledge coming to light that related directly to this darkness. Greed was quick to agree for this was yet another chance for him to prove himself to the Queen and everyone else who sat above him in rank.

One of those being Kamari, who lead the mission. She lead himself, Till, and the Ranger Apprentice's son Spartacus. Greed was lucky to have been enlisted to a group he was somewhat familiar with, aside from their leader. The thing was, it was clear there was a tension between the Ranger and the Emmisary, one that Greed would be certain not to escalate. A mission such as this relied heavily on efficient communication and teamwork. One slip up could mean danger for them all.

Greed was sure to properly introduce himself politely to the Kaiser woman and greet Till as his superior as well. He dressed for the occasion, having a large enough wardrobe to do so now. He wore an army green cloak with brown sleeves, allowing him to blend into most terrains with ease. His scent was cloaked, assuring he would not be noticed even if the breeze were to carry his musk towards their enemies. Other than that, he had little on him. Enenra, the Wakizashi, hung at his side, surely missing the presence of Onryo. Together, they made much too much noise and in delicate situations needed to be separated. Still, his hand rested on the weapon as they walked to assure no noise was created.

The terrain was very different here. The brush was dark, and had it not been quite chilly he would have blended in suitably without the help of clothing. He kept himself low. The fog also provided the perfect cover for them as they moved along, slowly, for they could barely see a few feet in front of them either. Greed remained to the left of Kamari while Till moved on her right side with Spartacus between them.

Greed picked up the scent of the strangers just as Kamari quietly alerted them. Honey hues watched her motion, and then follow to the group of boulders they were silently creeping towards. The scent drifted from that direction, which meant they were close. His gaze narrowed and muzzle wrinkled lightly in distaste for the Outsiders. They were in foreign waters now.

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POSTED: Tue Nov 12, 2019 1:30 am

Halcyon Mountains (foothills) (+667)

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More background/scene-setting. I set up the scene for them to investigate the second bullet point - the blood stains and critter bones. I tried to have Kamari interact with all characters so y’all have hopefully a little more to reply to/get into the depth of the thread<3

Their attentions gathered, the group altered their heading with little delay or fuss. Their party tightened as they drew closer to their destination, and the yearling, Spartacus, broke formation in order to sate a curiosity that he could no longer keep to himself. She flicked one of her large ears when she heard his whispered voice, and only spared him a glance when she felt his crimson gaze upon her a beat later. It appeared his father was unwilling to answer, and, so, he seemed to look to her for what he sought.

Flicking her cold gaze forward once more, she answered in similarly hushed tones, if only to keep the Family member from possibly acting out brashly from being ignored. He was young, and, of the three, likely the one with the least experience judging by the fact he had asked the question at all. “That’s what we’re here to find out. We observe, and we report back. We are not to engage.” Her words were clipped, to the point, with her tone indicating that there would be no argument otherwise. Their mission’s success rode on their ability to remain unnoticed.

The fog grew thicker, slowly engulfing the scouting party until they disappeared completely within it from the outside world. They could still see each other, however, anything more than fifteen or twenty feet became difficult to see with their only light being the that of the moon and stars. The fog curled and moved by an unseen force, creating an eerie sort of atmosphere that would have made a lesser Luperci turn tail.

The terrain inclined gradually upwards and became littered with varying-sized slabs of granite that had fallen from the mountains many centuries before. Some were small, others were like boulders, and others still were so large that they had firmly become one with the earth once more. Dried grasses and hardy bushes blanketed the grounds. Lichen crawled across many of the rocky surfaces, cushioning the scrap of stealthy claws as Kamari led the group on a winding route away from what looked like a main pathway.

The foriegn scents grew stronger the further up they went, and it became quite clear that the Outsiders were not simply in the area for just the night. Urine markers indicated they’d been in the area for some amount of time, though, nothing as long-lasting as a Loner band or pack might have been. The group scent that lingered smelled strongly of wolf and dog, though, there was an outlier that was coyote.

Kamari brought the group to a halt as they came upon a small area of relatively level ground. There were large, heavy boulders of granite that seemed to line the area, though, one of them looked to be clearly displaced. Her nose flared at the scent of old blood, and she made eye contact with the men, wordlessly gesturing them to fan out and investigate the immediate area.

She let the fingers of her draw hand caress the fletching of her arrows as she cautiously stalked forward with her teammates. Her ears listened for any sign of trouble, and her cornflower blue gaze scrutinized every shadow. Nothing stood out though, and, wherever the Outsiders were, it was not there. When the area was secured, they all convened near the misplaced boulder.

Even in the pale moonlight, the dark stain that covered the rock’s surface stood out. Kamari knelt down, fingers grazing the stone while she took a sniff to confirm suspicions. Dried blood. Her eyes flicking to the various bones that decorated the base, she asked Till in quiet tones, “Does this look like witchcraft to you?” A non-believer of the supernatural and one without faith in a superior being, she deferred to his expertise in the matter.

Her gaze shifted to the Family member, Greed, next. “Anything catch your eye either?” Anything about he’d seen or smelt thus far? Anything he noticed of importance?

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POSTED: Mon Nov 18, 2019 2:22 am

Apprentice: Till Van Ulrich
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Spartacus was young, arguably too young to be on this mission, but when O'Riley had assigned the young Family member to the scouting mission, he did not argue. He had no business to do so, for he was sure that Spartacus could do well, if he applied himself correctly. He was already irritated, as he was sure that this radiated off of him, especially to ones that were more sensitive to the moods of the male, but he tried to cover it up with a pleasant smile and silence. He was afraid that if he did speak, he might say something that would have been offensive, and Till was not yet out of his Apprenticeship and "allowed" to speak his mind yet. On top of this, he also remembered the threat of the Spider Queen herself, and he did not want to do anything that might send her wrath back upon him as she had many moons ago when this all had started.

When his son had asked him the question, he merely looked at the boy and furrowed his pale brows, showing the boy that he was disinterested in answering the question. It wasn't because Till was cruel to the boy, nor did he not like the boy's presence on this mission, Till merely was afraid of saying something that was cruel in nature because of his tenseness, and he didn't want to accidentally take his aggression out on the boy.

The urine markers that Till had picked up had been concerning, meaning that these wolves had been here for some time, and Till found within himself a instinctual urge to mark over these markers, as he sniffed at them, trying to discern what kind of canids, their sex, and approximately their ages and as his pink nose took in the scents, he felt his hair on his back stand on edge and his face wrinkle back as his yellowed teeth were shown in a silent snarl. There were a lot of males, compared to the two female smells he smelt, and on top of that, the dominant urine marker was one of the females. As strange as it was for the female to be in charge, it was not unheard of. For they, too, only had a Queen with no King. When his companions had moved forward without him, he lingered back for a moment longer, his scarred nose still working at the scent markers before the large paws of the pale Reaper moved forward with no crunch to the thin layer of snow they walked upon. He caught up to them, brushing past his son and Greed with the ridge of his pale haired ridge standing tall on his back like the quills of a porcupine, and his tail flagged dominantly for a moment, before it moved to a lower position that was parallel to the ground.

Again, he had come up to Kamari when he was motioned for, and her hushed tone brought his attention to the bones of a small canine, and perhaps it's smeared blood upon the rock it was next to. He looked at the bones with interest, seeing that these bones were chewed at, and the meat was likely picked clean from them. He thought it strange, for he knew these bones were of animals that were their kind, and he never really knew luperci to eat such a sinewy creature such as a fox. The bones were not burned, and they did not smell of fire, so it was unlikely that the beasts were used for a ritual to the God Tak, or The Red God, Valyskr.

When Till was presented with the question, he took a moment to think about all of the Gods that he knew, and if this was, indeed, some sort of witchcraft. He looked to her and nodded lightly. "I believe it could be, yes. Though, it is not a practice of a God that I personally am acquainted with." he told her, as his eyes turned from her and back to the bones, as he examined further. He sniffed at them some more, and once he was done looking at the bones, he went to put his nose to the top of the rock, where the dried blood was. He looked for runes, or any shapes that the blood might of been in, but again, if it was, he did not recognize it.


"Speech". Thinking.

Oct 31st/Night | Word Count: 743
Ooc: Sorry for the wait!! <3

TILL VAN ULRICH
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POSTED: Tue Nov 19, 2019 12:28 am

OOC: bleepbloop WC: 401

Go throw your life away, So your wealth will stay

Spartacus was not so accustomed to how he should have acted about Outsiders, for he did not completely understand that they were inferior to those who were of La Familia, even though his father did stress to him some time ago that it was not safe outside of Salsola, and they were the only pack that was worth serving within, for they were impregnable. He believed his father, and once his father's ridge flew up with a large ridge along his back, Spartacus felt insecure and innately afraid, because he did not realize how serious this had all become, and seeing his normally happy father becoming tense was unsettling for the youth. Spartacus' own coal fur along the length of his long back had also flagged up and his ears fell back on his head in concern. He looked at his father with his large ruby colored eyes, and he watched the pale Reaper for some time before he had pushed towards Kamari, as she had been the one that was more interested in answering his question than his father had been.

His ears perked at Kamari and he nodded his head silently. He knew that his father wanted him to be quiet, so this was why Spartacus did not push the subject. He followed along as Kamari moved from the urine markers towards a red tinged stone and bones. It took a moment for his father to join them, but when he did, Spartacus let his fur mingle with the other secui male, and he let a small, insecure whine come from his maw. He leaned against his father and submissively looked at the other as he spoke to Kamari about the bones.

Sparta licked at his father's maw as a gesture to make the tension go away from his father's body, but when the lips of the Apprentice had pulled back and Till had seemed as if he was about to start growling, Spartacus stopped, and he moved away from his father. Instead, the male turned his head towards where the Outsiders were, and he crept towards them with a lowered head and ears flat against his skull. He was silent as he moved forward, and his interest was invested at the small group of wolves and a singular coyote.

Who were they? Were they traders? Or were they wolves that were up to something malicious?

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POSTED: Fri Nov 22, 2019 9:55 pm

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Hello! o/

Up the hill they traveled, upon the damp brush that encircled the army of rocks and boulders that surrounded them. It was easy to remain quiet on such a terrain, and it was easy to see why this area would make a good place for a camp. It was more than a camp though, the scent markers were proof enough of that. How long had these loners been creeping around Salsola? While the Lykoi was aware of the brewing darkness and the curse that had supposedly been cast over the Thistle Kingdom's Sanctum tier, he had not been present to absorb the depth of it.

Although slowly, the pieces were coming together. Maybe his arrival to Salsola could not have come at a more opportune time.

They paused, all pairs of eyes surely surveying the piece of land Kamari had stopped them at. Their leader turned to grace them with her gaze, intense as she motioned them to move throughout the camp on their own will. Greed nodded in understanding before slinking off to do some investigating of his own.

The space was relatively boring, lacking of blatant pieces of evidence that the Outsiders were here. He could smell them, but the scents merely lingered about the camp. Eventually, their search landed them at the same spot before the boulder. His eyes planted upon the stain tattooed upon the rock. It was clear it had been moved from somewhere else and at its base was a collection of scattered, gnawed upon bones that were just about fox size. Greed carefully examined the collection of bones, trying to identify if there were any others in the mix. It was an odd scene that only heightened his intrigue for these strangers that were now being investigated by a great and powerful force.

Greed turned to Kamari as she questioned him. He sighed, casting his gaze back over the scene before them. His brow cinched together as he pondered the bones some more. It reminded him of River and the sacrifices she made to the demons she spoke to. The bones, they're all of the same variety. You'd think if they were for a meal, you'd see the bones of prey...not other flesh eaters. It's certainly out of the ordinary. He wasn't exactly sure what they were dealing with, but these loners were anything but normal.

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POSTED: Sat Nov 23, 2019 5:56 pm

(+645)

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Moved onto the third bullet where the camp’s inhabitants are seen eating a foul-smelling meal. Gave Till/Greed a little something extra to do for y’all’s fun, hopefully<333

Kamari chose to ignore the anxious aura that emanated from Spartacus for the time being. He was likely only reacting to the shift in his father’s demeanor, and, so long as he remained quiet and attentive to the group and their surroundings, she didn’t see a need to correct him or give empty reassurances.

She waited patiently as Till made his assessment of the scattered collection of gnawed fox bones, the moved stone, and the blood stains. Eventually, he confirmed her suspicions with a nod. Her gaze then moved to Greed for his input, and he confirmed the notion that the bones were not just the leftovers of a recent meal. She nodded to the both of them, accepting their judgement and filing it away for the report they would give upon returning to the Kingdom.

The news would certainly hold the Queen’s interest in the Loner group. After all, it was widely believed and told that the Crone’s death—along with the string of mishaps amongst the Sanctum in general—was in part of a curse, magic. It wasn’t something Kamari put much stock in herself, but, if Loki’s killer was found, that was all that mattered to her.

Kamari’s attention shifted as she realized that Spartacus had broken off from them, his attention and body focused, alert, telltale signs of someone that had discovered something of interest. Sensing this, Kamari moved to follow the yearling, her hands returning to their placement on her arrows just in case. The two adult males, she trusted, would realize what she had too.

She came up behind Spartacus, carefully climbing up the incline as she peered over the edge of a giant granite boulder. Amidst the deep fog, she could make out a large huddle of bodies nestled near a cluster of rocks that would have naturally thwarted off a brisk, autumn breeze had the air not been so heavy with the chilly fog instead. There was no fire to keep them warm, only each other. It was a strange, rather feral-like camping style, Kamari decided.

Then, suddenly, opposite of where the Salsolans were, two figures appeared, and they dragged something—food?—behind them and out onto the somewhat flat ground where the others rested. A rancid scent reached her nostrils, and it made her whiskers curl. Whatever it was, it smelt worse than a deer carcass left out to bake in the hot summer sun.

The pile of Outsiders broke apart into four individual bodies, and they all convened quickly on the mysterious thing that had been brought by their comrades. Snarls and arguments began as the Outsiders established a pecking order, and, while they were distracted with each other, Kamari looked pointedly to Till and Greed. “Secure the left, you, the right,” she whispered to each respectively, “And reconvene back here.”

Till and Greed were the most capable of completing the task, and the least likely to get caught while doing so. It would be safer for Spartacus to remain with her—rather than to be left alone to continue to nervously feed off his father’s intense energy—from their higher vantage point. Her arrows would buy the group time to escape back out into the night if their cover was blown.

When both males slunk off, the Shadow kept her sharp eyes on the scene below. In the darkness and poor weather conditions, she couldn’t make out much about the Loners. Their general silhouettes hinted at something not quite wolf, but not quite dog either. No doubt, the group of Loners was the source of the urine markers the Salsolan scouting party had found earlier. They behaved like ferals, bickering and arguing with one another, fighting and squabbling as they noisily gorged.

Were these Outsiders really responsible for the bones they had found before?

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POSTED: Fri Dec 13, 2019 1:12 am

OOC - Sorry for the short post. WC: 506

We are the victims but we are also the crime

Greed had also examined the bones, and when the male added his two sense, Till nodded as he looked at Greed. His smile spread across his maw as he looked at Greed with his bright eyes that held cosmos within them. Till turned his attention a few moments later as the youth had come and started to lick at the side of his maw. The Reaper's maw opened wide and he yawned because of the action of having his maw licked though on the way back shut, Till's teeth connected with his son's maw and he thought to growl, but resisted the urge, and once the silver and black creature pulled away and he moved away —Till easily shook his body of the tense feeling and he moved after Kamari and his son as they moved even closer to the camp of feral-luperci.

His fur finally smoothed down after he had shaken the tenseness from himself and as his paws carried the long limbed male towards their intended scoping spot. Kamari barked out some orders then, dismissing Till to the right and Greed to the left, while he assumed that she would stay with Spartacus. Till did not speak, he only moved in the direction he was told to with ease and once he made it to a good cover spot, he peeked over the stone and watched the spectacle before them. The ferals had been greeted by a few others with a hunk of some sort of meat, it seemed. Till tilted his nose towards it, trying to identify the smell but was greeted with a rancid smell, and Till recoiled visibly, and as the feral beasts started to bicker and fight the secui felt his ridge rise again and the temptation to chase them all rising within him.

With as much as he wanted to move in and chase off the other luperci, he stayed right where he was, with his eyes watching all of the beings as they fight amongst themselves over the rotten meat. Till wondered why they couldn't get fresh food, and why they would resort to eating rotten meat like they were no better than carrion feeders.

Till moved further to the right of Kamari, checking the perimeter of the camp and keeping himself hidden under the fog's depth as he tried to see if they had wolves that were keeping an eye out for intruders, but his search came up fruitless. He didn't notice the feasting beasts to even look up as he padded around quietly, nor did he notice any of them that might have been watching their backs. They would have been completely defenseless, if Till and the rest of the scouting group was not there for simply watching and waiting.

Till turned back around and headed back towards Kamari and Spartacus. Once he padded back up to them, he looked to the jackal and nodded his head silently. He was sure she would know what he meant by it.

The only one who can judge us is the earth in time

TILL VAN ULRICH
'Cause we were always alone, We were born in the hunter's season
All I really ever wanted was for you to die in the arms of someone
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