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for bellad!

POSTED: Sat Jul 06, 2019 8:59 pm

All Iomair thought about was the crumbling fort that he and Tamlin had found in the North. There was something there that called to him, and like an omen that pale horse had stood there flicking her tail at them before disappearing between the overgrowth. He had returned to his tent to explain it all to Vodeva, and she had gazed up at him with such a keen hope that he had felt a fire build within him.

The fire was hopeful.

It was a welcome change from the fire of anger or fear. Vodeva had asked many questions, the crystal clear blue of her eyes flitting like hummingbirds as he responded enthusiastically, his hands gesturing as they paces about one another. They had slept for the first time in weeks nestled against one another, the silvery waves of her hair pillowed against the firm curve of his shoulder.

Everything would be all right.

The morning had brought with it opportunity, and so Iomair had gone about preparing himself to hunt. A quiver of arrows was borrowed from the most loyal of scouts, a ramshackle bow slung over one of his shoulders. He trotted through the forest unadorned save for a simple tunic which hung open in the front, his expression serious as he scanned for disturbances in the wood.

Tracking took the majority of his time, and when he finally found something worth trailing after the sun had risen to its zenith above the treetops. Iomair chuffed softly to himself amongst the ferns and too-tall trees of the Miramichi and paused to drink from his water skin.

:D

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Amanda
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POSTED: Sun Jul 07, 2019 12:55 pm

Not a day passed without a reminder of their loss. Even now when they had some excuse for a home, the Songthorns, both in their own way, lived steeped in constant reminders of what had transpired. And while Ierian occasionally urged his younger brother to sing to frighten off the gloom and creeping fear, and the incursions from New Caledonian scouts too provided a diversion from isolation, for now they remained alone. Bellad tried to insist on their ability to persevere. To his credit, they had made the long journey here from their scorched homeland. But now, nothing but drinking water from the river came easily. And never was it as apparent to Bellad as during a hunt.

Back home, they had hunted, much like wolves, in packs. They circled, they ambushed, they chased down and, in the end, they feasted. Alone, he had but his own strength to rely on. A resource that, as stubborn as he acted, was never infinite. Now as well it was his time to hunt not merely for something that was hidden in the undergrowth, but for something that moved, and fled and forced him to prowl alone. Bellad walked in his Secui, a form that capitalized on his strength. A large, black, burned wolf. Menacing, but quiet and solemn in his gait. If only prey could simply be awestruck into submission. It was of course draining, but a necessary compromise for a lone predator.

He drew in surrounding scents with his nostrils, nuzzling at the foliage. Of course there was life here. Question was how fresh was the trail and how far it would have him walk to find him. Like a scarred shadow he trotted along, driven by hunger, by need, but above all else - by the sibling in need of his aid. There, further among the trees, he was on the right trail. The dark Luperci picked up his pace.
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POSTED: Sat Jul 13, 2019 11:53 pm

Water dribbled down the Kings chin as he stood beneath the canopy of trees. His whiskers twitched while the breeze changed, dragging with it a dusty heat that made the leaves heave as if with bated breath. Iomair retied the waterskin to his hip and inhaled at the air sharply, narrowing the warm gold of his gaze as he began to follow a new path. The trees curved above him as if they were a lattice, and for a moment the man found himself distracted – reminiscing about the intricate rafters that had once decorated his home.

Old Caledonia was nothing but a memory now. Iomair thought of this as he tip toed through the forest, ignoring the whispers that told him that something was coming.

The trail twisted and so he turned to follow it with a grunt.

His toe jarred against something sharp. Iomair felt himself grimace – though something caught his eye enough to catch him mid curse. A hump of dark fur cut its way through the underbrush, and even from this distance he could hear the way that the creature snorted and tossed its head. Iomair pitched his ears forward and allowed his hands to slide across the bow - and silently he waited for the opportunity to strike.

Feel free to power play! You can have Bellad startle the animal towards Iomair :>

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POSTED: Sun Jul 14, 2019 6:02 pm

Bellad's movement through the shade of the canopy quieted only further as he felt, through various signs, that he was approaching suitable prey. There were slight grunts and the shuffle of leaves. He was near certain there'd been a glimpse of a hide on the large sides of an animal. Abundant meat, although one that would, beyond a doubt, resist him fiercely. Begrudgingly, but remembering his brother's insistence, he addressed the spirits with mind alone. Let him be one worthy of survival when the contest of tusk and claw breaks out. He could recognize now the scent of a boar and he sneaked on ahead. Alas, the spirits, it seemed, were not on his side, or else had their own idea of fairness in the hunt. A twig snapped underfoot and the animal in the distance jerked, snorting and raising its voice, then thundering into the undergrowth.

No, no! Pursue! Give chase! No escape for prey - not now!

He was surprised at his own fervor. Was his hunger driving him, or some other form of sudden desperation? Recklessly he followed the beast, throwing the prior caution of stealth to the wind. Outrun, confront, strike down and emerge victorious! His brother needed him to - there was no righter cause for it!

As the boar rushed out, spooked into flight by something behind it, it ran right at Iomair. Closely following it behind, a Luperci in Secui with bristling black fur and bared fangs. The hunt was breaking out. Was the sword about to interfere between tusk and claw?
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