adapt to the requirements of chaos instead

POSTED: Thu Jul 05, 2018 10:55 am

Set in the northeastern area of The Borderlands. Both characters are in lupus form.

All night long it stormed. They traveled only until shelter was found, and there huddled as lightning lit the dark sky and great cracks of thunder caused them to jump and bristle all over. Sometimes they talked, but mostly they tried to sleep. This was terribly difficult, though when sunlight came the next day it did so only enough to illuminate the lingering rain and suggest they would be hindered further on their progress.

Despite this, by the mid-morning the clouds dissipated and left behind soggy ground over which they now crossed. The larger wolf was ahead, picking his way across the mud and sniffing at fresh tracks. Despite the miserable conditions they would be able to find trails – Degaré had his nose above a deer's track, which he sniffed deeply and considered.

The smaller canine behind him, brighter in color and with more obvious domestic heritage, was watching the surrounding woodland. It was obvious why, for the right side of the wolf's face was scarred and his eye there was milky and non-seeing. Despite this he moved with a certainty as he followed the muddy trail, eager to fill his sunken belly.

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POSTED: Sat Jul 14, 2018 12:30 am

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Hope you don’t mind me snagging this one? x3

It was rare for the Eklund to be beyond the Vale’s borders for so long, particularly, without her horse, her marten companion, or her gear. She had been itching to move though, to stretch her legs and scout the countryside as she had done when she had run with Boreas in what seemed like a lifetime ago. Unfortunately, her attempt at both gathering information of the lands beyond the Vale and to cure her restlessness had ended up with Ragna having to stay out longer than she would have liked. A freak summer storm had rolled in quickly, and she had been forced to take shelter and weather out the night.

At daybreak, she had moved on.

In her journey back to the Vale, she had found a few tracks in the damp soil. Precious little of them were of any great interest though. That was, until she found a set of footprints belonging to not one, but two canines. The pair—whoever they were—seemed to be following alongside deer tracks, likely with the intent to hunt. From their scent trail, she had gathered that they were two males, one smelling rather wolfish, the other, more like a coyote. The consideration had made her initially wary as the memory of Salsola and Inferni working in tandem with one another to destroy the Boreas faction came to mind.

It was a feeling that she shook off and replaced with the determination to figure out who these two individuals were. She had lasted over a year without the safety of another Luperci to watch her back, had survived the massacre of her warband’s final fight, had survived the Sctintilla scum of her homeland, she was not about to let herself die now.

So, when she initially came upon them, she went through painstaking measures to mask her presence until she had fully assessed what kind of threat level they possessed to her. The larger of the two was obviously wolf and looked to be tracking the pair’s next meal. His companion was smaller, red-furred, and long-earred, and looked to be more concerned with the surrounding area than sniffing at the moist earth beneath their paws. With the wolf looking as malnourished as he was, Ragna surmised that the pair—or the wolf at least—did not have the best skills suited for sustaining themselves on the Loner lifestyle. If nothing else, if she had to bolt, she would probably be able to outrun them with endurance alone.

It was to this confidence that she wove her way back to their trail, separating from the woodland at a safe distance behind—so as to not make them immediately jumpy—them when she decided to make her presence known if it had not already been felt. “What makes you think that you’ll be able to catch a deer if you find it?” She asked, her tone a mixture of general curiosity with an overarching feeling of critical judgement. Her icy gaze flicked between the two men.

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POSTED: Sun Jul 15, 2018 10:28 pm

:)))

When he had lost his right eye, Degaré had become keenly aware of his other senses – paranoia had aided him greatly, for he had never fully shaken the fear of the cougar from his mind. Death had all but found him that day, and it was miraculous that he had lived at all.

That was why he had gone with Talbot. That was why he had followed him all the way south and then north again, when greater things called them.

Degaré lifted his head and turned his ears to listen. His attention lingered behind as Talbot looked from one end of the trail to the other. He was the first to spot the woman and his half-curled tail flagged up like a deer's. The bigger wolf turned his good eye towards the source of his companion's concern, pricking up with obvious alertness.

He bristled at her question, but Talbot was speaking before Degaré's rumbling growl could be formed.

Teamwork, the doggish hybrid told her. All good things come to those who keep the faith.

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POSTED: Sun Jul 15, 2018 11:27 pm

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I'm sorry Ragna's mean Dx

They’d turned to face her almost immediately. The wolf seemed irritated by her question, and her narrowed a fraction in her amusement by it. His face was scarred, much like her own, though, it seemed he was less fortunate than she. Where hers covered a larger area, his had taken one whole eye from the look of the milky thing that settled upon her without truly seeing her. Either annoyed by her presence or her words, she would never know, for his friend spoke for the two of them.

The faith?

The tip of her ear flicked at his words. “I suppose your friend’s faith is rather absent then,” she remarked, pointedly looking at the wolf’s scars and slighter figure.

Ragna moved closer, her tail and posture neutral to hopefully reassure them that she meant them no physical harm. She halted at a respectable distance—so long as the wolf did not have something to say to stop her further back—from the two, far enough that neither were in danger of the other, but close enough that they were within reasonable talking distance. “What does this…faith of yours have anything to do with your hunting capabilities?”

She had had her feel of higher beings and gods. If the destruction of her friends and comrades meant anything, it was that there was none, or, at least, none that were on her side.

“With your current heading, your quarry could have very well already made it to Krokar by now.”

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POSTED: Mon Jul 16, 2018 12:02 pm

haha no she should be mean ;)

Degaré was thin – he had not been like this always. It had not been the recent years which had done this to his body, but the moment he had left home. Wounded and frightened, his skills had been enough to keep him alive, but he never thrived. Where muscle and weight might have formed instead his body stretched to what capacity it was allowed, sunken and hollow in places where starvation had touched him and lingered.

Once they reached The Watchtower, he had not gone a day where hunger had been so debilitating. He never forgot it, and his body never fully recovered.

He was alive though. There was a reason for that.

His growling quieted at a look from Talbot, and set to looking unhappily at the strange woman. Her open judgment struck the parts of him which remained raw and exposed from trauma, though his irritable glare returned this in kind.

All suffer before they find the truth, the red coydog said pleasantly. He had a smooth politicians voice, and made friendly signs with his tail. But we do all right. If we are meant to eat, we will – beg pardon for our ignorance, but what is Krokar? We're not from around here.

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