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Callum!

POSTED: Sun Jun 11, 2017 5:38 pm

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Optime | Day | June | Seabreeze Brink
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A creature walked through the Dampwoods. He was in Optime form, but he walked with his hands and feet on the ground. His legs were bent to help his arms, though his rear did stick up a bit. He looked awkward in the position and was slow. He was a large creature with a broad build that was exaggerated by his thick fur. A rough mane ran down his back and he had nothing on him. He had a bobbed tail and small rounded ears that made him seem bearlike. He had a broad muzzle for a wolf which came from his dog heritage as well as a bit of feathering on his feet and arms.

His fur was a canvas of tan that dulled in some areas and was splattered upon by different shades of brown to make his saddle. The saddle was a mix of browns with no pattern or anything. Dark hues also covered his limbs; reaching his elbows and hock. His cape stopped right after his ears and then brown covered his face. He had white dotting his fur as well. A marking on his chest, a spot on the tip of his tail, and a streak on his back. He had a pair of red eyes.

Iorek remembered seeing the white woman with a deer while she was on two legs. Maybe that form was a hunting form? He didn't have much of an idea of other forms since his mother rarely shifted from her "first form" and he didn't shift from his big form often. The two-leg form was one he didn't take often. When he first shifted, his mother was surprised but helped him shift back despite not knowing much about shifting. The wolfdog didn't like being in this form since when he stood up, he felt too tall. So, he walked on four legs like the white wolf. It was awkward for him, though he'd done it before.

The brown behemoth sniffed around, trying to find food. His stomach rumbled; food was hard for him to get. He hoped that he would find food soon. Maybe he couldn't see anything while on the ground, though when he stood up, he felt too tall. Though, he was hungry and maybe he just couldn't see the prey. Cautiously, the beast rose to his feet. He was still hunched and feral and his arms curled near his chest. He looked around and couldn't see anything. And with a grateful sigh, he got back onto four legs.

What if I starve? The yearling thought as he looked and sniffed for food. He'd only been able to survive this long out of pure luck it seemed. Finding carcasses and such. Though, could he really survive like that? He didn't think he could. Who was he kidding? The hybrid beast would never survive on his own with his hunting skills. His head hung low and then he wasn't looking where he was going.

The crimson-eyed creature ran into a tree trunk. He sat down next to the tree with his legs straightened and his arms flat on the ground, like a dog. Sorry! He said, apologizing to the tree. With a sigh, the broad-shouldered boy got back to his paws and shambled away, hungry for food.

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Last edited by Iorek on Sat Jul 08, 2017 9:22 pm, edited 1 time in total.

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POSTED: Mon Jun 12, 2017 2:39 am

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Words: 375
Date: 08 JUN
Place: Dampwoods
Form: Optime
I can't remember exactly what we decided for stuff to do, lemme know if you want anything changed! Cal's accidentally driven the herd directly toward Iorek.

The sickness, it seemed, had finally passed as a whole. The animals were no longer dying, and they actually seemed to be thriving somewhat. The ground was dried from the late spring sun shining hot on it, even in the depths of the forest where Callum was currently walking as silently as he could manage in his Optime form. He needed all the stealth he could manage; his white coat, such a boon in the winter snows, stuck out in the shadowy forest like a sore thumb.

His sword belt was strapped about his waist, although the sword itself was absent. He had left it in the Fort, although he did not come unprepared — a wicked looking dagger and his hunting knife were strapped on opposite hips. He could make them deadly enough. He also had a bow, one of the fine ones of Lyris' make, clutched in his hands, one borrowed from the stores, and a quiver of arrows was slung one way over his back with the flights under his left arm for easy grasping.

The hunter was following one of the herds of deer that frequented the area near Casa, intending on bringing one home for dinner and perhaps another for the storage, which had been depleted somewhat during the plague. He was close, he knew, both from the smells drifting back toward him and the hoof prints and scat on the trail. Ahead, he caught a glimpse of brown bodies milling and cropping up grass.

He sneaked a little closer, crouching his giant frame as low as he could, till he had a fairly clear shot. He fitted an arrow to the bow, drew back the string, wincing a little as the motion pulled at the scars on his abdomen, then loosed the arrow, nocking another without looking as he watched the first fly and thunk home in the side of one of the whitetails. As one, the herd raised their heads and began to run away from him, but he sent the second arrow flying where it buried deep into the thigh of another deer. The first was down, if not dead, and the Pupsitter approached slowly, confident he could track the other deer once this one had been killed.

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POSTED: Mon Jun 12, 2017 3:38 am

Word Count → 319
Optime | Day | June | Seabreeze Brink
Maybe, when Callum finds Iorek, Iorek could accidentally snap the arrow?

Iorek was dragged out of his sad walk as he heard the sound of hooves stampeding towards him. He jumped behind a tree as deer trampled past. His stomach growled and he saw a deer, a deer that was limping. The other deer would be too hard for him to catch, though. He wasn't much of a hunter, especially in this two-legged form.

The injured doe came past the tree and the wolfdog sprang from beneath the trunk, his arms outstretched and his teeth bared. His arms wrapped around the deer's neck as he tackled it down and acting upon instinct, his teeth buried into the struggling animal's throat. The animal stopped strangling and soon lay still. The mutt then unlatched his teeth from the deer's neck and began eating from his favorite part of the animal, the rump.

The yearling dug in immediately, gulping down as much as he could. He was very hungry and h hadn't had a good kill in two days. He was ravenous and his sharp teeth ripped through the meat. He managed to clear the rump in a few moments and with a pause to lick his jaws, the youngster was still hungry and moved to the shank.

The bear-dog found a strange object there, a wooden stick with arrows at the end. The item had drawn blood from the deer and it was deep, it seemed. Was that stick a piece of the deer? It didn't seem like it. His head tilted in confusion as sniffed the object, unsure if it was food or something else.

The brown behemoth pulled at the item with his hand. It came out with a few tugs and on the end of it was a sharp point. He sniffed at the object, smelling wolf on it which was weird. And then he started gnawing on it, trying to figure out if it was food or not.


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