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POSTED: Sun Dec 15, 2013 11:23 am

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The delicate steps of the doe cautiously moving through the forest were watched, vibrant green eyes muted slightly in the murk of the day. It was cold and foggy as ever, the default climate in Nova Scotia and the Virdings thick fur was perfect for protecting against such conditions. He remained on four paws today, the calm solidity of the earth beneath each one giving him a sense of security. With his grey dappled fur ruffled slightly, his thick undercoat insulating against the weather, he waited. The doe was not injured, she seemed in perfect health to him. But there was something in the way she walked, something off that he couldn't quite place. Perhaps it was his healing instincts, but the behaviour of this herd animal was peculiar; she was entirely alone and seemed unconcerned with the forest around her. Most of the herds he'd encountered were hyper-vigilant. Winter was the gestating period; autumn had brought ruts and mating and winter was the time for new growth. Spring would see an influx of fawns, but for now the females were slowed down by swelling abdomens.

What he really needed was a hunting partner. He could very well have taken a spear or a bow and arrow and brought the animal down, even though he was the first to admit that he wasn't skilled in either. Adequate would probably describe him best. Regardless, the more naturalistic way of hunting appealed to him, despite his lack of partner. He'd tracked the doe out as far as the Wilderness and now he lay in wait. Perhaps someone would find him. Maybe he would be lucky enough to stumble upon another hunter out here, someone who would understand his need to hunt and help him out. If he didn't, then it might have to rethink his methods but for now, he remained, partially hidden behind a bush as he considered his options.


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POSTED: Thu Jan 09, 2014 3:39 pm

Her mother considered her a worthy enough hunter, for in those many, many months Farina no more than blended into the background she spent tracking and scouting independently, sharpening her skills, training her senses. The Hollr was accomplished in the ability, and never had she finished a hunt hungry or wanting. Vinátta would have done well with the wolfdog in its upper hunting ranks—and her packmates would meet with some surprise when Farina veered instead to the tier of muscle and warriors and sentinels. After all, if she had become an accomplished hunter all those months yet drew no recognition, what inspiration had she now to continue the trend?

To hunt meant to provide, a responsibility in which the Hollr had no desire. She needed liberation, needed space, and possessed a hulking build and muscle worthy enough to conquer a monster, hardly a mouse. To serve as warrior for the pack required similar obligation, but so too the freedom she desired.

But when Niruin confirmed Saul hunting within proximity after a sweep of the area within his scent, Farina directed the peregrine to stand by. Though she was weary of the hunt, Farina would make an exception for Saul. Shifted down at once, the Hollr crept to her uncle's side, wordlessly read his cause in the oblivious doe, and beside him shifted once more to her middle state, one bulky with muscle and much more suited for the power of body she loved than the most natural of four-legged forms. He would be speed and tact; she would be power and will. They need not exchange a word of strategy, at least not yet.

Cracking a smile and relishing the reunion with beloved friend and "uncle," the dark Hollr — light a splash of night amid the snow — nodded to him a signal and crept from the underbrush to approach from another angle to await the initiation.


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POSTED: Tue Jan 14, 2014 6:16 pm

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Patience was his friend at the moment; the doe might seem oblivious but there was a wide expanse of space in front of her that was not on Saul's side. He knew that the deer could run much faster in open land and would much have preferred the close proximity of the trees pressing close to be able to trap the creature. It wouldn't be the case however and Saul knew that if he wasn't careful, his quarry would get away from him. A reflexive glance to his side revealed a familiar and always welcome form, his niece Farina. His mateship to Colibri's sister might have dissolved, but he considered the girls his nieces regardless of the lack of blood relation. He smiled, green eyes warming softly as she moved beside him. Silently, he turned his head, black nose aiming to press softly into her inky shoulder, a huff of air through his nostrils an almost silent welcome, certainly wolfy in demeanour.

They didn't need to speak, though she took the moment to readjust herself, growing larger. He appreciated her company and, with the firm nod of her head to indicate that she was ready, he turned back to survey their prey. She'd moved, slowly picking her way towards them. Perhaps if they split to settle in the trees either side of the doe and simply waited for her to re-enter the trees (deer did not enjoy time spent in open territory, they were unprotected), then the pair of them could catch her between them once she'd got far enough in. Green eyes flickered briefly back and forward slightly as he tried to figure out any other way, before a gentle nod of his head aimed to direct Farina to take the left hand side while Saul lifted his body slightly from the floor to move towards the right; they would aim to leave a gap where their bodies had just been in order to give the doe some space to get into their trap.


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POSTED: Thu Jan 16, 2014 2:31 pm

She relished that sliver of touch, his benevolent greeting with a push to her shoulder. They had grown distant, Farina and Saul, just as she had done with all her pack family. Colibri had preoccupied herself with pups Niernan, Florina left for another land, Lilin vanished, and interactions with Fiora were stiff and awkward. Farina would have admitted the loneliness to no one, but to be paired with the Stormbringer like this, when the wolfdog might have been of use for once, Farina could not smother the goofy grin insisting at her lips.

Under Saul's silent direction the secui split towards the left and within her mind made sense of his patience: They would wait until the doe returned to the wood. The Hollr took great precaution to remain unnoticed, for silence in such a hulking form was no easy matter. The trouble would be worth it when she took the doe down with ease, however.

But a twig snapped beneath her step, careful as it was, and just as her own ears flipped to attention so too did those of the doe. Her head swiveled atop long neck like a stalk, her limbs poised, and the doe darted for the trees—precisely where the two Vinattans had opened their trap.

Bulky muscles locking into poise and readying for the onslaught, the wolfdog swallowed a curse. Some hunter she was.


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POSTED: Sun Jan 19, 2014 10:51 am

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The ability to read body language was something that the Luperci would never forget, but it was rarely used anymore. The disease that had turned them into something far more intelligent had given them the power to speak, which mitigated the need to communicate with the body. But it was useful, far quieter when on the hunt or in battle. Not that Saul had much experience in battle, but he could imagine that it would. As Farina interpreted his directions, he offered her a warm smile before his own bulky body moved, shifting over in the opposite direction. They could wait; wolves were patient when they needed to be. But as Farina got into position, a twig snapped underpaw and Saul's verdant gaze shifted swiftly to the doe. She was alert, in an instant her head had risen, eyes wide and ears swivelling constantly to catch more sounds that could tell her what was happening. He remained quite still, heart hammering as hw tried to guess where she would go.

He could not be angry with the dark girl; the doe took to the trees as they'd wanted her to, Farina's slight blunder making the waiting game much shorter. He lifted his gaze enough to catch Farina's dark eyes, silently asking her to wait just a moment. The doe moved swiftly, bounding into the trees as they wanted her to. His muscles contracted, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he shifted his weight, raising up slightly as the doe passed them. With a simple gesture to Farina, he asked her to move. Charging from the bush himself, he moved at a right angle to her moving body, his sudden appearance startling the creature. If Farina was position correctly, he would have startled her enough for the doe to swerve to the right and hopefully into Fari's waiting jaws. He could only hope his niece had him covered as he snapped his jaws, a clear warning that sent the deer swerving away from him.


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POSTED: Tue Jan 28, 2014 11:07 am

With the heat of humiliation setting in the winter weighed no cold against her pelt in those fleeting seconds. Farina reminded herself to remain focused, that Saul would inevitably forgive the trespass and that their hunt was not hopeless, but delayed. She would need to work harder, that was all. She would need to compensate for her mistake.

But Saul halted her in place with but a glance, a look Farina could interpret as neither disappointed nor frigid but an odd mixture or somewhere in-between. Moments ago he had been smiling. Damnit, Farina, the Hollr scolded within. Why'd you have to go and mess this up?

The doe darted in fortunate direction, precisely where they had begun preparations to trap it, and the woman's shining black eyes followed the Vinattan leader as he darted through the snow and brush in chase.

She understood his plan at once, and as the doe faltered in fear of his sudden appearance the Hollr, a black and monstrous mess of size and power in her mid-form, erupted from hiding and sunk teeth and claw alike into flesh and throat. Though Farina earned a hearty clock in the skull from the desperate thrashings of the overwhelmed prey, the doe submitted to the snow beneath the Vinattans' attack in time.

Farina receded only when the doe stilled at long last, and from a place sunk within her shoulders frowned bloodied teeth and snout at dear uncle. "Sorry."


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POSTED: Tue Feb 11, 2014 6:10 pm

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While Farina might have analysed his gestures and moods, his focus was fixated almost entirely upon the doe that was their quarry. He had no need to feel anger or disappointment towards the girl, because their prey had not evaded them. As he'd burst from the bush, he'd caught sight of her larger and ferocious body revealed from her own hiding place and pupils dilated briefly in gratitude. Their efforts would have been wasted had she not been their, but as the doe spooked and tried to dart to the right and away from his, she was blocked by the behemoth that was his niece. At times like these, he truly wondered what her father had looked like, the horrific ordeal her mother had gone through; Farina was described as similar in colour and size; Colibri never stood a chance. As quickly as it had come, the morbid thought passed and he did not let the opportunity to go waste.

Fangs latched into the doe from the front, his niece's jaws clamping closed over neck and flesh and within seconds his own jaws and secured wide expanse of flesh over back leg and hamstring. The thrashing of the creature was expected and Saul shifted expertly out of the way of kicking heels; he hadn't seen Farina's unfortunate clip. Tied down by wolf on either side, the doe didn't last long and as the last thrashing movements ceased, Saul whipped his own head back and forward, feeling muscle and sinew rip beneath powerful jaws. A quiet word from ahead caused him to glance up, cream muzzle dripping in blood as he cocked his head briefly to the side. You need not apologise Rina; there is no harm done and the doe is ours for the feasting. He offered with a small snort of amusement. You did well, thank you. He offered with a soft dip of his head, green eyes searching the girls face for lasting emotion.


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POSTED: Fri Feb 14, 2014 4:17 pm

Saul thought nothing of the vin Haki's mishap, forgiving and kind in nature as always. Farina loosed a held breath, her body visibly relaxing and trail beginning to sway. She hated to disappoint him, to make a fool of herself with Saul as witness—not because he was their pack's leader, no, but because he was like family, a male figure more like a father than her true parent could ever hope to be and Niernan could ever hope to become. No, Farina and Saul were not as close as they once had been, but a desire to impress him—no, to make him proud—still stirred about within her.

Of course, in this circumstance she had failed miserably. He was not proud of her, she was certain of it, but forgiveness would have to do. She was not held to blame for success had been made in the end, but what if they had lost the doe? What if the wolfdog's decision to attack in a middle, bulkier form had cost them the hunt because she was not prepared for speed?

"I was better at this once," Farina went on, laughing, hiding her shame. "I guess I'm out of practice since you taught me when I was a pup."

She stepped back, lowering her head in motion to allow him first chance at the meat. "So, umm," she said, awkward, unsure how to address one she wished was not so distant, "how've you been? I heard about Rúni and... well, Lilin, too."


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POSTED: Sat Feb 15, 2014 1:30 pm

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He could see it still, the self doubt all over his nieces body and he didn't know how to assuage it. When they'd been younger, Saul had been able to talk to them, to teach and know that they were learning something useful. But how was he to ease these fears? Perhaps there wasn't anything he could do but reassure her until she didn't feel it anymore, but even then there was only so many times that this would be effective. While piercing green eyes searched the girls face, he felt her try to brush it off, cinnamon backed ears flickering forward in order to listen to her joking words. Oh, I don't know. I remember a good many times that you missed spectacularly. He chuckled, eyes softening as he recognised her need to move on from her perceived failure. The fact that they had a still warm corpse next to them indicated that they hadn't failed. The inclination of her head was an invitation he knew, but he decided against eatng right away. With concentrated effort, he re-aligned his limbs and stood on two paws instead of four. We'll take it back to Jordheim, skin it, dry some of it and call a free for all.

He explained, before Farina's curious question caused the slightest of tightness in his throat. How had he been? There was a question. Though the pain flitted quickly across his face, it was quick to leave it. Rúni's doing well, I think. I dread to think how bad things could have got and he's still recovering. He didn't know if she would pick up on his reluctance to admit how he was dealing with it all. Lilin is staying with Miskunn and I don't see her around much. I expect that's the way she'd prefer... Truly, he didnt know if he could discuss this with Rina; Lilin was her Aunt by blood, which was a far stronger connection that Saul's claim as no-longer-married-Uncle. What about you? How's everything? He tried to divert as always, stooping down to scoop up the large doe and sling it over his shoulders; he might have the slightly slimmer built but there was no denying the muscles that built his frame up.


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POSTED: Wed Feb 19, 2014 10:07 am

He jested with her, lightening the conversation though the Hollr did spend a moment wondering if she had truly once been so unceremonious in her hunting skills. She did not dwell on it. Saul pledged to skin and cook their prey in Jordheim for all to share, and Farina put aside youthful selfishness to nod and agree. She would be feeding her mother, who would in turn feed the new pups. Farina's half-siblings. Good.

The question given to Saul had not been intended so weighty, but the response she received reflected a turbulent mind and several answers left unspoken. She was not to try, however curious she might have been for insight in his life, to become involved in it again. Instead Farina nodded along, humbled and modest. She did not know what happened to Rúni, nor what events transpired between Saul and Lilin. She was not their family, not really, and no more than some average member of the pack in truth. It was none of her business, Araedi-hopeful or not.

"If there's anything I can do..." she started, though the sentence trailed off as if she surrendered to her own insignificance. No matter; the intention was there, and produced with heart. "Things are... okay."

She shrugged. "I don't really talk to Mom much anymore, but that's it, I guess." He didn't really need to know any more than that: how desperate she was to prove herself, how fumbling her stone creations always turned out to be, how she realized she could not find full focus in any activity without her sister to compete against. "I'm going to be Araedi eventually."

"Come on," she said, furthering the change in subject and two-legged shortly thereafter. "I'll carry this for you to Jordheim."


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