M - We are but a brief gasp, and then we are none.

Shaamah

POSTED: Mon Aug 13, 2018 1:59 am

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like amateurs in love's charade

It was a jovial day, and the lovers, feeling fresh and happy, decided to go on a hunt. They broke their fast at sunrise, and bathed in the river that winded around Foxheel Point, and then made the choice to try to go snag a large game to provide for their pack.

Around noon, they caught the trail of a hind. She was probably a few years old, not trophy size or anything like that, but enough to bring back to the pack and put a meal on a few tables, or to preserve. The skin would be nice, too. Valeria had a few projects in mind that she needed it for. So, together, the couple worked side-by-side, hand-in-hand to track the beast, following it over long hours out of Mistfell Vale and north toward Camp Gagetown.

It was a relief to be able to leave the pack lands and not fear that their old packs were coming for them. Oh, sure, they still may be, but after having put down roots and knowing that there were people who would fight for them now, the danger seemed less potent.

Night had fallen by the time they lost the hind's scent near the fork in the Gagetown river, but they found it again in less than half an hour. I've got her, Valeria whispered, knocking an arrow and pulling back the string of her bow. I can see her shoulder. No, don't go yet, she said, and Theo halted. She didn't want him running around and scaring the thing away. I have a good enough shot to get her shoulder, if not her heart. She won't be able to run from us long after that.

The moon shone and the stars winked, and so did Valeria as she took aim. Her ears were perfect little satellites, twitching and shifting to take in all the wilderness, and know her surroundings. A bat screeched just as she loosed the arrow. It whirred through the air and then came into contact with something wet and flesh-like. Got her! Valeria celebrated, and then broke into a run alongside her mate. Whether or not it was a killing blow remained to be seen, but now the hind would leave a trail of blood. She was already tired, and coupling that with the blood loss was destined to give up soon.

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POSTED: Mon Aug 13, 2018 4:37 am

Preparations were being made.


Word had come to him of ventures that would work well with his particular set of skills and it was time to wrap up the month and a half that he had been free of title. A warrior of more wisdom than he let off, he wasn't so proud to think that a wolf of his size could survive very long doing what it was he did, and who he did it too. There were protections of a pack claim, meals to come back to on unproductive days, and all in all, it was a healthier decision. He could have just as easily stayed with the Princess of the Cabin, as her title no longer claimed the fallen New Dawn, but he was his own best kept secret. Lucia didn't need to know what he did. She was a special sort of creature.

In light of his future, the soldier had left his son with the gift in Amherst and the threat of something more painful than death should he fail the simple task. It was time to fetch something of meat and prepare himself for presentation. The first step in this process? Loose the scent from his coat and claim something natural. Having been a king of marsh and mire in his earlier years, he wasn't so prestigious to work an old trick into his skin.

Mud. So much mud.

The black muck dredged up from the lake's bottom of algea and slimey earth was in heaps beside the water's agitated edge, and working within the splashing was the lupus frame of the warrior himself. He was coated up to his elbows in muck as he shoveled the riverbed out and close enough to the shore so it wouldn't drag back into the waters. The making of the mound had certainly been more work, but it was just as important to cover every inch of himself. There was no apprehension. The quadruped soldier dove in head first, slopping himself and slicking the plush of his coat down. It would have been the appearance of a wet cat, were he not so muscled and if cats came to the height of a doe. The river filth slapped and squelched as he tossed himself in it. Twisting on his back, he curled around and rolled to each side; stretching his hind paws back, he drug his stomach through the wet muck. It hadn't taken long, but he had covered every inch of himself, save for the shine of a blue eye beneath the moon, radiating a green reflection into the night.

Though the scent was sour, it would soak into his skin and take the last touches of Sapient from him. No longer did he smell of lumber, nor salt. He didn't have the aura of Gaspesia, and even the scent of leather had escaped him thanks to those cur and Zetsubou's failures. Standing on four paws, he took in the familiar feeling. It touched him at every inch of his skin, wet his fur to his hide, and slid from his sides with little plops as it hit the earth. He'd let this mess soak into him over night, and then it would be Zetsu's turn, even if Shaamah had to force his hand.

It was aimed to be a uneventful walk home, but just as the beast had done a bit of clean up to leave a natural look to the river's edge, a doe shrieked into the night. Wounded? Perhaps. Hunted? The likelihood of that was much greater. A swamp monster crept from the water's edge and nearer to the thicket in the direction the sound had come. Before he could make himself hidden, the rush of hooves and the chaos of broken brush came straight to him. In urgency the deer flung herself over what looked to be a wet stone in the night, but found that her fate would meet a much more abrupt end than she thought.

In a flurry of muck and mire, Shaamah's maw reached as he lunged up and clamped on the throat of the small doe. It flailed and shook the beast's head with the force of her scrambling, but the hot rush of iron filled Shaamah's maw. A gurgle and a gasp, a silent death with only the slopping of mud and the crumbling of branches as she took her last, labored breaths. Releasing the still warm creature, a keen eye sought out detail in the night. Nothing seemed off about the doe that would cause her scream and flight. He circled her and brought her around with fore paws, revealing her other side. The broken shaft of an arrow stuck through her ribs, the last beats of a retiring heart offering their crimson notes. Brows furrowed. Hunter, indeed.

Just then a burst of another trail breaking through the brush caught his ear and brought it to a prick. He stood at his full Lupus height, head high and alert, seeking out through the shadows and obscurity for the moving shapes. Hackles would have raised if the weight of the river's lining hadn't held it down. They'd had their chance for a kill and they had missed it. Shaamah was prepared to fight for it, a meal like this caught so easily, for all the pent up energy his useless son had grieved him with, and for the tingling taste of the blood that fed a beast within him that had been begging to come out since Sapient's coward Sagax had crossed them.
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like amateurs in love's charade

Though her vision of the shot was obscured by the cover of night and brush, Valeria was certain she hit the hind. A muffled, strangling sound came from the space the deer occupied in the distance, but the cacophony of night was distorted by the rustling waters of the nearby river, so the strangeness of the noise failed to alert either of the hunters. Theo gave a short yip of praise and, excited that their work would pay off, they found a last burst of energy to jog towards their prey... probably to pick up the last of her trail and track her to the point where she fell.

This particular area was unfamiliar to them. Because they feared the Tulaq Tribe coming after them for so long, neither had set foot outside of the pack lands very often. Still, terrain was terrain and they could find their --- Valeria yipped as a wrong step in the night sent her tumbling down a steep embankment and into the shallows of the river.

Val! Theo cried, running to the edge of the embankment.

I'm okay, she was quick to call up to him, leaping to her feet. She was muddy and embarassed, but otherwise unharmed. Don't try to come after me, it's too steep! I'll meet you up ahead. She said, and after some slight protest from Theo, they both agreed to meet at the bend ahead. Theo disappeared into the night, and Valeria splashed her way through the shallow edge of the river.

But when she came around the bend where she expected to meet Theo, he wasn't there. Instead she could smell the sharp, coppery tang of blood and could see something moving in the night. It was the hind – it was her blood, and she could see its shoulder just behind a boulder that jutted from the water. How was she still standing? Theo would come out any minute now and scare her away! Quickly, Valeria snatched another arrow out of her quiver and took aim; she needed to get the shot off before Theo came back. In a rush, she squinted one eye, pulled back on the bow, and let the arrow fly...

...only after she let loose did she notice the stringy, wet fur, the unusual outline, the tall ears.... she had not shot at the hind this time, she just let her arrow fly at a fellow wolf.

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POSTED: Fri Sep 14, 2018 2:11 am

Voiced called to one another, and at their distance in the night their words were lost in detail, but they unveiled just enough to ensure Shaamah properly prepared for what was go come. Water disrupted aft of him, at the river from where he'd come. His orientation changed. Facing the murky, muddy waters from where his successful attempt to cover any scent of himself from the past still thickly coated him, he bid his time as his blood grew ready. The hunter was coming for the kill that Shaamah had taken from them and he would defend it rightfully so. Soldiers intuition rushed through him as his instinct and adrenaline prepared him for the battle that he was ready to initiate at any moment.

Silence, however, greeted the coiled wolf-beast. Long heavy breaths spilled from his maw, curling up from his teeth with the humidity in his chest. Frozen was the night, until pressure passed against the edge of his cheek. His mind delayed with the afterimage of an arrow. The coppery tang of his own blood reached his nares.

Suddenly, the world was far away. Ringing filled his ears. Black filled his eyes.

No moon had the power to shine through the malice that was alight in his eye. A thunderous growl roiled, guttural and vicious. Saliva dripped from his flews and in the quiet of night, a malevolent, baritone snarl tore through his clacking jaws. Ferocity sent the din of the twilight river into reticence. Heaving haunches hurled his weight forward, the hide that covered the springing muscles moving like velvet over the undulating contours. With the force of war, he barreled down the track of the arrow, hungry eyes seeking the shadow of the still-breathing, soon-cadaver that had struck him.

Silt and sludge sloughed behind him as he tore at the sodden earth, spraying the river with it's own wet skin as broad feet chewed great bites from the smooth surface. Circumventing the stone, the river took any speed he'd gained, but his power had yet to wane. He saw it now. The figure, the shadow, of his assailant. The Mire. Pins and needles crept to the back of his skull, his pupils widened, his mind leapt away to a very different, distant place.


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