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POSTED: Mon Sep 03, 2018 9:04 pm

Feeling somewhat downtrodden, Ceridwen returned to the Ethereal Eclipse to uncover her stash of goods. She had set it at the base of a tree, between the hollow of gnarled roots and dirt, and sealed it off with several large stones to keep small rodents and other scavengers out. The cache was unmarked, but she had left for herself several hints to recover it again. There were markings left on trees, with symbols only she would understand. That had been her hope, at least. She did not know of any other family members in the area, and could not imagine that anyone would so quickly crack the code used by generations of Luperci in her family. As she meandered the woods, she searched the trees at chest height, running her hand over the bark to check for abnormalities. Once or twice she took pause, rubbing against the trunk thoughtfully, before changing directions or moving on. She could read her own notes without having to see, which came particularly useful during stormy weather or at night.

Or, like now, in unfamiliar lands.

It took her nearly an hour of searching, but eventually, she found what she was looking for. Leaping forward, she descended upon her cache, eagerly removing the stones that stood guard, and pulling out the dirty cloak that had been carefully bundled to protect her herbs. The plants within rustled, but she dared not unfold the package. Now was not the time, but she knew the wait would not be long. Hugging it gently in her arms, she looked around, suddenly distracted. There was a strange scent that she caught on the wind; the smell of rotting flesh intermingled with blood.

Though she did not consider herself to be a vulture, she could not help but try and locate the source. Even rotted meat had some value, and if she was lucky, there would still be bones. It was too much to hold out for a well preserved hide, but she remained optimistic as she carefully scoured the land, still clinging to her bundle, her cowl low on her neck. Eventually, she did come across a dark beast, fallen into eternal slumber, dark entrails strewn over the ground. At the sight, Ceridwen sighed and shook her head. It had been a careless hunter that had gotten to it, most likely. Or something else had killed it, and it wandered back here to die. There were no crows, surprisingly, though a couple magpies darted back and forth over the flesh, nibbling away at the feast. The Luperci shooed them away, before crouching over the ungulate, quietly trying to determine the cause of death.

As it was impossible to tell, she dared not sample the meat. Instead, she set her bag down, removed her cowl and began to desecrate the body, methodically working at the skull, the ribs, and the pelvis. From time to time she paused, certain that she heard a rustling that was not caused by her own doing. Yet every time she peered owlishly about, the world around remained still, prompting her to resume her task.
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POSTED: Fri Sep 07, 2018 3:17 pm

OOC; Sorry for wait and the slight rambling in this.
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So long it had been since last Ares had last been within this area that in many it were of little surprise that there many things - however minor - had begun or already changed since he had last been here. Granted it had been many seasons since he had last been here so it were only understandable that much would have changed within that time even for a place that had once upon a time been so familliar to him for so long. But then again as long a time as this place and some of the surrounding areas had been so familliar and to a certain degree comforting to him such times had long since passed and it were no longer such a place to him. The fact that it had been a significant amount of time since the grey male had been here proved that fact since there were more things that were unfamilliar than not, or at the very least in equal measures.

Which brought forth the question; why had been the reason for Ares to come here in the first place? If nothing else for the time being that were the one question in which he were temporarily unable to answer but also it did not matter all too much for to do something in which were outside the norm were not always a bad thing. For one good thing for there having been a lack of a fixed group of luperci in residence within this area for so long who knew just what might be found here? Sure there were probably a bit too much optimism on his part in this respect for there were bound to be nothing but all the same anything were possible.

It had been for that main reason that Ares had left Arte back within pack lands, for although the company of the speckled stalion would have been pleasant in turn there were no need to drag the large horse along if not needed especially if he were safe enough remaining where he were. That and thus far there had been nothing of significant interest or even usefullness, at least that had been the first assumption. The faint odor of death and rot that always were the first indicator of something having been left to the elements for a significant amount of time after it's time in the world of the living had ended that reached his nose was more than anough to gain anyone's interest. Even if merely for the potential usefullness of whatever remains of the body that were left and had not been consumed by whoever or whatever had killed the unfortunate beast or moved.

Now if nothing else that would be a useful find, for to be a scavenger were not a shameful activity if said individual was making use of whatever may have been left behind by another for what may be considered trash by one may be considered useful by another. Though it had been as the male carefully stepped towards where his nose quite literally led him, ears and eyes moving near constantly to avoid any encounters that could be avoided - it were as the male gradually drew nearer that he heard the faintest of movement aside from his own. Well; so much for getting to it before anyone else but then again even this were questionable on account of the fact that whenever he seemed to pause whatever sound he had probably heard stopped with him.

Only one way to find out whether said sounds were real or imagined, slipping the bow he had held loosely within a hand over his shoulders with the arrows to his back did any previous caution he had were pushed aside and move - loudily - forward.
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Ares will usually be in his Optime form and will often be seen wearing a clear quartz arrowhead necklace unless otherwise stated.
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POSTED: Wed Sep 12, 2018 12:10 am

As she worked, Ceridwen hummed a simple tune to herself; some song she had known since childhood, but was not familiar with the words. It helped to cover up the dull buzz in her head; her errant thoughts trying to break loose, away from such menial tasks. Tedious as it was, the Luperci understood that all great works required time. She too followed these rules, taking care to preserve certain tendons, bones, and other useful bits. It was all much more than she could carry on her own. Despite the option of being able to create caches to return to, Ceridwen would have to give the majority of it to scavengers. Nonetheless, it appeared that she had the pick of what remained of the carcass; she would count every minute victory if she had to.

Again, the vixen was drawn from her task, peering keenly about, ears pert with interest. Surely there was something out there, for now the rustling sounded too close to have been imagined. She stiffened, and instinctively reached to her hip, fingertips brushing across her dense coat. Frowning, she rocked back onto her heels, and pulled her other hand out of the guts. With the carcass directly beneath her, it was almost impossible to tease apart the surrounding smells. With one sense impaired, she was forced to rely on her eyes and ears to locate any possible dangers.

Then, without warning, the sound of a heavy footstep thundered through the air. Ceridwen did not start, but she did hunch in a defensive manner, lips parting to bare her teeth, nose crinkled. A low growl resonated within her throat, sending a chill from the base of her skull to the tip of her tail. There were no words needed, for her message was delivered in the same language of the ancient ones, understood by all species. It was a feral warning for the stalker to heed. She was not to be trifled with, if intentions were ill. Finders keepers, and all those sayings.

Coming to her senses momentarily, she huffed, and shifted her weight once more, slowly rising to almost full Optime height. She had always assumed that barbarians were extinct, and fellow canines would senselessly attack others. At least, in this moment, Ceridwen hoped that was the case. Unarmed, she had very little means to defend herself, and was wholly unprepared to fight.
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