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[AW; Borders; Watchman Co-rank]

POSTED: Thu Mar 09, 2017 1:44 pm

301 Words; Watchman: Patrol and scout Inferni at night.
Prodigal de le Poer
carry on my wayward son

Prodigal had grown restless and found himself unable to sleep. It wasn't the pain in his shoulder keeping him up any longer but the thought that the wolves were just waiting for them to relax in order to attack again. He still hadn't come to terms yet with the war being over. He didn't think it was just that easy. He believed that they were under constant surveillance and that the Boreas wolves were just waiting for them to lower their guard in order to make their move. They had failed in their mission and so he didn't believe that they would just give up that easily. No, they had to be biding their time and waiting to come and finish the job.

These persistent thoughts wouldn't allow him any peace so the blonde male got himself up and headed out of the cavern that he shared with his sibling. Silence was asleep, though it didn't stop them from speaking. Even in their sleep Silence continued to talk. This was something that Prodigal had grown used to and ignored the muttering on his way out.

Prodigal started with a dip in the river, the cold wash of the water removing any traces of non-wakefulness. The Lupus shifted male took only a brief moment to shake himself dray before he started his circuit. His nose was kept to the air and he sniffed the terrain for any scent that was out of place. Patrols weren't his typical thing. He hadn't spent too much time in one spot to have a need for a patrol before. No, he was more the sort to dive headlong into battle rather than to play a defensive role. But he had no one to fight and so this was the only thing he could think to do.

POSTED: Sun Mar 12, 2017 4:44 pm

OOC:

Heyo!

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Still, Virue couldn't find peace in his dreams. His imagination was a dangerous thing, and it often woke him through visceral terrors or a heavy sadness. Sometimes he believed that he dreamt more when he was awake. But something haunted him still, from his early time as a child, and peace was still nowhere to be found. It was this vile cycle that cost him his sleep: the nagging feeling of incompleteness made him a scared child rather than a man, and the illusory visions of boyhood were the things he held on to. Aberrations, which stepped through his thoughts as vividly as one might step through a door. If seeing was believing, Virue could create belief from the very confines of his imagination, which was both a gift and a curse; perhaps even a trait of undetectable madness many overlooked.

So he roamed the night, lost as ever; regardless, he took comfort in knowing that he was awake to respond to any threats at Inferni’s borders. As if this might quell the complex feeling of being unfreed from his restlessness, like a looming ghost with things still needing to be done.

He could see someone in the distance, partially obscured by the cloak of darkness which hung in the air. Slowly the boy made his way towards the figure, his ever-attentive eyes and ears his guides, his smell lost to a mysterious absence since his birth that no one could yet explain. Eventually he approached, with the natural-born subtlety he possessed. He made it a necessary courtesy to make the other aware of his presence, as to avoid any mishaps. “H-hello?” He cast towards the figure. “Inferni?” He asked cautiously, mindful that if no reasonable answer was given, he would be forced to call out at the risk of an intruder.
They see you as small and helpless, they see you as just a child. Surprise when they find that a warrior will soon run wild.
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POSTED: Wed Mar 15, 2017 4:13 pm

307 Words; Heya, don't mind Prod, he is forever grumpy. Maybe they can run across a young lynx or puma and scare it off or something
Prodigal de le Poer
carry on my wayward son

Prod stared incredulously at the approaching male when he was questioned about his whereabouts and his belonging. "Of course. Do I look like a stinking wolf to you?" To even be accidentally mistaken for someone who might be the enemy had his lip lifting into a snarl. He knew that he didn't even slightly resemble a wolf. If he had then he would have been culled at birth. That was just the way things went in his family. They didn't allow for wolf blood to show through in his branch of the line. So to be questioned on whether or not he belonged to Inferni rankled him.

"Idiot." The word was mumbled under the blonde male's breath as he turned to resume his patrolling. Even though his injury had been set Prodigal continued to limp. His left forepaw remained lifted off the ground. He had trouble believing that it would support his weight even if he had previous evidence that it would. He thought the time was a fluke. Or more likely attributed the the adrenaline of the fight. It was easy to lose one's self to a fight and not to feel a single scratch during it.

The rustling of underbrush had Prodigal pausing and tilting his head to the side in order to listen. He eased his breathing and took in a long breath and held it for a few moments before releasing it slowly. He scented at the air to help determine if it was just the wind he was hearing or something else. The snap of a twig ended up confirming his suspicions as well as the tangy scent of a sickened large feline. "If you can't fight then I would suggest you stay back and out of the way." It was the closest to a nicety that Prodigal seemed able to manage.

POSTED: Wed Mar 15, 2017 7:51 pm

OOC:

I think puma is better because it's larger, we want to give people nightmares lol. Let me know if you're good with the minor pp.

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A voice cut through the dark, and as he approached it became clear that he was dealing with a friendly...sort of. The other coyote didn't sound happy that he might have been mistaken for a wolf, but how else could Virue tell? It wasn't like he could just smell. He wished he could, he'd even dreamt of being able to smell, but this had never become a reality. Virue was who he was, and he couldn't change that.

As his eyes adjusted on the blonde figure, his heart skipped in apology: “S-sorry, I am so sorry!” He offered, the confident body language he boasted while he was alone, dwindling in in the scarce light of the moon. The figure turned away to—presumably—finish whatever it was he'd been doing before Virue arrived. He also said something under his breath, and Virue guessed that it wasn't something nice. Virue was used to the comments—the jeering from his childhood, and even in Inferni he had never fully escaped ridicule. Virue, not wanting to be alone out of preference, decided to catch up to the rather grumpy night-roamer. “H-hey, wa-wait up!” He called, reaching the larger coyote’s side moments later. “A-are you...patrolling too?” He asked, curious if they could perform the task together. Then Virue heard something, something quite frightening. Off in the distance, he could hear a very distinct rummaging, heavy mulling through underbrush; sounds he hadn't heard since an encounter with a bear. It seemed that his proclaimed watch partner heard it too, as his body was still, his head tilted in focus, attempting to make out the sound. A snap of a twig in the dark, had Virue beginning to shake. “Th-that's not a...I think it might be something big, l-like a bear or something.” He managed in a hush, his body suddenly frozen, yet streaming with adrenaline. He hoped he was wrong, but his hearing was as attuned as his nose was daft.

When Prodigal suggested he stay out of the way if he couldn't fight, it shook Virue from his stupefaction. “Wh-what? N-no, I'm not letting you f-fight it alone.” A boy of his word, he stepped forward bravely—visibly scared, yet ready to help in any way he could.

They waded through the dark, and thick web of branches. Before long, they confirmed their suspicion; it wasn't a bear, but a cougar that prowled through the brush, it's head on a swivel. Virue watched it's muscular body crawl gracefully through the forest, it's eyes like ominous twin candles; glinting amongst the familiar surroundings of Inferni. Catching sight of them, it hurried towards the intrepid pair, stopping mere steps away to release a menacing feline growl, one paw batting at the air to ward them off. It was an alien sight, one not welcome in their territory. Virue edged away from Prodigal, trying to flank the beast, a growl of his own rumbling in his throat. Virue's teeth were bared, and his striped snout was crumpled in a show of aggression. The small scout's tan hackles were raised, as if being pulled by the moon itself, but above all; his bright eyes never strayed from the very large cat before him.

He had no idea how they were going to chase this thing off, but if they survived, Vir figured it would be a crazy story to tell. If not, he gave his life defending his home, and that was good enough for him. So much for going to bed at a decent hour.
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POSTED: Tue Mar 28, 2017 6:30 pm

531 Words; It's all fine
Prodigal de le Poer
carry on my wayward son

"Yes, you are." Prodigal agreed when the other male said he was sorry. "You are a disgrace if you can't tell a coyote from a wolf, can't tell your friends from your enemies." Prod huffed out the words and shook his head. It had been one of the first lessons that he had been taught as a pup. He had been made to identify friend from foe, and eventually doing more than just identifying.

The blonde's body language showed that he wasn't too happy to have company on his patrol, though his body language was never too happy to begin with. "What do you mean too?" He hissed out the words. "You can't be doing no such thing if you won't shut your yap. How in hell do you expect to hear if something is out there if you can't be quiet? You are just as bad as Silence. Why the fuck do you think I left them behind?" Another snarl twitched across his muzzle. Of course his sibling was far worse and such a tongue lashing wouldn't be enough to quiet Silence.

Shut. It." Prodigal snapped out when the male made his assumption as to whatever was out there. He was trying to focus on just where the sounds was coming from and the talking just served to distract him. He took a few quiet steps in the direction that he thought the sound came from before pausing once more to scent at the air again.

Prodigal figured that he had just about pinpointed the direction in which to head whenthe other had another retort to his words. "Better than you getting in my way. You get killed then that is on you. Don't expect me to be there to save you." Despite the words Prodigal knew that he would do just that. The other male irritated him, just like Silence and practically everyone else did, but he was a coyote and Prodigal was duty bound to save coyotes.

The blonde coyote moved carefully, not wanting to step on any branches to alert whatever was out there that they were on their way. A large cat soon came into view and the acrid scent of illness stung his nostrils. There was no other reason to explain why the large predator would be lurking around an area where it knew other predators to reside.

Prodigal notice Virue slipping away from him and figured that the male had wizened up and thought to make himself scarce in the face of danger. That meant that Prodigal wouldn't have to worry about him and be on the lookout for him. That meant that he could focus solely on dispatching the other predator and letting that be it.

Prodigal made the first move on the feline and rushed forward. He snapped his jaws at the cat's face and earned a swipe of a clawed paw across his cheek. He made a retreat so he could have distance enough to lunge again, seeking to gain a hold on the cat. The only way he knew to make certain they wouldn't be bothered by the animal again was to fully dispatch of it, to end its life.

POSTED: Wed Apr 05, 2017 2:30 am

OOC:

Fighty shtuff

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A disgrace: so he was told. Did he have reason to ignore what seemed to be presented to him so constantly? His father certainly despised his inability to smell, and this led to an undeniable hatred for himself, which now swelled in his chest like a hot bubble of tar. An awful feeling came so suddenly in that moment; it was the exact opposite of pride, decisively-placed upon him in his harsh, critical thinking. Like he'd done his entire life, he swallowed this emotion quickly, gracefully, silently holding on to that numbing burn in the decision that he deserved it.

It became apparent to Virue that his talking was unwelcome, and the hints weren't subtle. The tan hybrid was used to being distracted in a way that allowed him to sharpen his multitasking, and so it wasn't uncommon to see him dawdle on in his nervous, runaway manner—even in situations which required his attention. His hearing was excellent, well-tuned, and it could recognize particulars that many other’s ears could not. Virue failed to recognize how idiotic he was being, and just thinking back to how loud he was talking just moments before made him feel like a liability. He debated on leaving, apologizing, doing something that might improve his image in this man's eyes, and his head faltered, buzzed on with intolerance for himself. He felt a bit light-headed, but he couldn't leave.

After offering help, Prodigal’s words were caught in the tumbling waves that were brewing inside his head. How could he expect anyone to care about him, about someone so small, annoying, useless? A flea amongst his peers. He should just leave. Fly away to someplace else where he wouldn't be a nuisance.

To wisen for Virue, would be to see what he brought to the table: speed, humility, conviction without premise for self-preservation. He could do away with his arthritic limbs, the diminutive presence, the violent way his solid nerves fought to stay still to no avail. A mere flea might pester, then leave it's vessel—abandon ship. As insignificant as he felt, he wanted to do more than pester this waiting feline, and regardless of this, no ships would sink without him on board. He always had something to prove, and he would do so with tooth and claw; there was bridled anger inside of him, tied to this constant self-disapproval.

He watched as Prodigal exchanged blows with the cougar, before backing off. Virue wasn't quite sure what the other's plan was, but he was obviously more experienced, and the boy easily decided that Prodigal was the heavier hitter out of the two coyotes. With this in mind, he shot himself at the large figure Prodigal had just broken away from, scrambling across the forest floor. Virue engaged the cat with a snarl, paws placed on it's back briefly in contest for dominant position. He was quickly countered, large feline paws swatting his front limbs away. He landed and stood again on all fours, barking to ward it off, snapping at the invader with bright teeth. The cougar came back at his bravery with a hard swipe of the paw, which clobbered the side of his head, casting him off to the side. A short yelp escaped him. It didn't keep him for long; following the blow, the dazed sciens scrambled back to his feet. The cougar drew closer to Virue, and they both made use of their throats in a hostile vie for the surrounding air as they stared each other down. Virue's head was dipped admonishingly, his dexterous feet carrying him just inches out of range, sweeping him sideways through the brush and obscure shapes of the forest. Hopefully, the cougar would continue to focus on him, so that the larger coyote of the pair could converge while it’s attention was diverted, and hopefully this surprise would allow some harm to the cat; maybe enough for it to be frightened and run off. Virue didn't know that this cougar was ill, and believed they could almost indefinitely spare it's life.
They see you as small and helpless, they see you as just a child. Surprise when they find that a warrior will soon run wild.
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Daniel
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POSTED: Mon Apr 10, 2017 3:02 pm

307 Words
Prodigal de le Poer
carry on my wayward son

So it would seem that the other male hadn't grown a brain, as Prodigal had figured he had, and run off. When Prodigal had backed off to give himself space with which to fight the cat he saw the other Infernian dart in to take on the other predator. A snarl lifted his lip as he watched the other. The blonde male had been glad to be on his own for it meant that he hadn't had anyone else to worry about. But with the reappearance of the other male it meant he not only had to focus on the cat but on Virue as well.

The smaller male kept the cat's attention off of Prodigal and the scarred male had no idea how to feel about that. He knew he thought the male to be foolish to take on another large predator when he couldn't fight. It was like Virue was begging for himself to be killed. Did the other really have a death wish?

Either way it allowed for Prodigal to be able to sneak up on the cat. He lunged at the feline while it was being distracted. His teeth sank into the tender neck of the sick creature. A growl escaped through clenched jaws as he shook his head violently from side to side. Blood dribbled out of his maw as flesh ripped in his clenched teeth. The cat struggled to get away but it was to no avail. Prodigal had his hold and he wasn't about to release it now.

The cat died a slow death of suffocation from a crushed windpipe. Even after the other large predator had stilled Prodigal held on. He didn't trust that the cat wasn't just pretending in order to get him to release it so that it could attack him. He remained tense and on edge.

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