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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.

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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.

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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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POSTED: Sat Jul 27, 2019 6:43 pm

He was no expert with the bow – not in the same way as when he worked with his sword. The wood of the bow was warm beneath his scarred hands, and when he knocked an arrow, he was surprised at the weight of it in his arms. When he drew it back he took a deep inhale of breath, narrowing his gaze so that he could barely make out the tip of the arrow as he found an open shot that would embed the thing deep behind the animals rib cage.

Everything next happened too quickly for the man to register.

A twig snapped, causing the boar to toss its head and bellow a warning cry through the underbrush. Iomair loosed his arrow and it bounced erratically only to embed itself in a nearby tree. Another Luperci barrelled towards the wild beast, and it spun on its cloven hooves to charge toward him. Iomair began to back away, grunting a snarl through clenched teeth as he scrabbled to get out of the animal’s way.

He managed to leap into a tree, tearing his knuckles as he pulled himself up and out of the stampeding path of the boar.

”No!” He shouted and no one in particular, and when the beast tore past he felt a tusk tear the pant of his trouser and sear an angry red line across his skin.

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POSTED: Fri Aug 16, 2019 6:52 am

The picture changed, with the whole scene rushing into view, he saw there was a new actor in the hunt. Another? He hadn’t even realized there was another Luperci nearby. Hunger was making him careless. The spooked animal skidded past, nicking the leg of the dodging canine Optime and skidding past. But it did not continue to run. Instead, it circled, it turned, and it faced down the black Secui with bloodshot eyes.

What was this feeling of dread? Why would it fight back? He was bigger than it, wasn’t he?

Wasn’t he?

Hooves struck soil and he answered the charge with a forward leap. Claws extended, fangs bared, a growl accompanying his attack. The hard skull of his chosen prey hit him hard and sent him tumbling behind it, raising dust and bits of forest detritus. He was now on the same side of the unfamiliar Optime from before. Calm down, quiet the rush of blood in your ears. Listen, smell. Whose blood was this in the air? The boar’s? His own? The other one’s?

He could make out the Luperci in greater detail now. Clothed. Armed. Like the others he’d met. A stranger from the Caledonians?

The boar turned around once again and grunted, pawing the ground and preparing for another charge. Looking at it now, it was certainly not a weak or wounded prey. It was large, robust, all that meat condensed into hard muscle over hard thick bone. It exhaled a heated breath between its crooked fangs. There was no time to make acquaintances, not before the two of them made sure they weren’t torn to shreds.
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POSTED: Sat Aug 24, 2019 2:02 am

Iomair watched the boar charging at the tree trunk and fought against every fibre of his being which demanded that he run. The boars tusks gauged long tracks against the wood of the tree, and Iomair kicked out against it – as if his leg would be able to defend him from the fury of the creatures attack. The beast tossed its head and snarled at him, and Iomair barked a warning that had the thing hesitating for only the briefest of moments before it trumpeted again.

The King was surprised then when the boar was forced to turn, and a shadowy figure cut back and forth through the trees. ”Watch out!” Iomair shouted, kicking again as the creature stamped the earth and prepared to launch itself towards its new foe. Where his hands clutched the tree that he sat perched in he could feel the bark scratching at him, tugging at the pads of his fingers before he allowed himself to drop with a chuff to the earth.

His cloak caught in the branches and pulled him sharply to the right, angling his shoulder so that it strained against its socket.

He groaned in pain just as the boar glared coldly at him – prepared to strike.

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POSTED: Sun Sep 01, 2019 6:01 pm

The stranger's warning came at a good time. A new charge from the boar hit less close to home than the last, though it still knocked Bellad off course and forced him to roll on the ground with a brief whimper. What a disgraceful sound for the would be hunter to make. The boar's grunt almost sounded like a mocking scoff and Bellad felt his veins and lungs pump fire. He panted and struggled to at least bring the ice back into his racing mind. Heat and anger would be his undoing against this foe.

From the tree, the stranger descended to the ground, though with far less grace. His very own cloak, how absurd. A winded healer trying to play the lone hunter, and an overdressed canine being traumatized by his own garb. Yet as the prey's focus shifted, Bellad saw fit to remind it he still had his tooth and claw. With a roar, the black Luperci leapt forward once again, muscular frame stretching through the air before it came crashing fang-first towards the enemy. The boar lost balance, toppling to the ground. He tried to bite down on its throat, but could not get a good enough angle. It was instead a struggle between keeping it down and trying not to get lacerated by the tusks.

There was no chance for articulated speech, or for any attempt at true coordination. But if the Luperci's burning eyes and his growls against the thrashing beast beneath him said anything to the canine, it would be "Finish it!"
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POSTED: Fri Sep 13, 2019 7:22 pm

The wolf launched himself towards the thrashing boar as Iomair steadied his hands. The King took great breaths of air in over his tongue, preparing himself for the moment that he would notch his arrow and kill the beast. Together the pair of animals spun around one another, the boars mighty head twitching in an effort to tear at the wolfs face. Iomair snarled, tugging an arrow from over his shoulder as he set his feet and pulled the strong as far back as his trembling arm would allow.

Iomair saw a flash of the mans golden eye and he felt himself squint, releasing the arrow as the Boar tossed his head for what he hoped was the final time.

The arrow shot true and buried itself deep into the beasts exposed throat. Iomair panted, pulling another arrow smoothly from its quiver in preparation to fire again. His leg felt sticky where its tusks had torn through his trousers, and he rumbled a growl as it kicked with futility at the wolf who held him down.

”That was close.”

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POSTED: Sat Sep 28, 2019 8:14 pm

Bellad had a passing familiarity with hunting tools - even his doomed tribe had used such objects. And as the canine Luperci raised his bow and nocked his arrow, for a moment reality became overgrown by a biting layer of hoarfrost. Fear. Fear of being between a hostile beast and a weapon pointed at him. No, merely in his direction, as the rationally objecting part of his conscience tried to remind the troubled animal it took residence in. But the frost only locked him tighter in its grasp. Get out of the way, or you may die! You will die if this stranger would rather have two dead beasts and not one! You will die if he misses and hits you by accident if not malice! But would he not also die if he lets go and releases the beast to continue the fight?

He closed his eyes tightly shut, moments stretching into a painful length of anticipation. By the spirits, make his fate be resolved quickly, whether in his favor, or not, but cease this torturous uncertainty. And yet, he felt no sting of the arrowhead - only the metallic bloody flavor in his mouth and the boar's resistance gradually receding. His jaws ached on the animal's throat, which was now punctured nary an inch away from his muzzle by the stranger's arrow, turning its final cries into gurgles, then mere bubbling, no louder than a crimson creek, then at last silence. Bellad released his stiff jaws and circled behind the now fallen prey, his muzzle still bloodied. His eyes were trained on the stranger.

"It was..." He agreed rather than ask even one of at least four questions he had for the hunter. With clarity and composure gradually casting off the delirious haze, he figured he could start by giving himself a convenient way to address the stranger. "Who are you?"
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