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- Anu - 02-05-2009 [html] moose! The wild…
- Moose the Wild - 02-07-2009 ooc: sorry for the delay! +500 ic: With the moon a bright slit against the darkness of the night, Moose headed off in search of... well, he wasn't quite sure. For the short time that he had been in Crimson Dream's pack, he had been content, but something about tonight was different. He wasn't content to merely enjoy the safety and security of his nice cozy den in the cave. Tonight he had fallen into his old ways of sorts. Restlessness and sleeplessness. He couldn't help but think that Sirce led him here. It was exactly the type of place they had always discussed; but still, Moose couldn't allow himself total happiness. He felt guilty for enjoying it, and had thus far forced himself into hermitude. However, determined to change it soon, he decided to explore the lands outside his pack's boundary. The words of Savina still in his ears, he knew better than to cross to another pack's domain and start trouble. HE was turning over a new leaf after all. With the warning fresh in his mind, the grey wolf had stuck his nose to the trail and begun following game smells into the neutral territory. Even with his stocky frame, he moved lithe as any of his kind through the underbrush. A owl hooted in the distance as he moved deeper into the area known as the trenches. His mottled hues allowing him to meld with the shadow covered forest only made him appear as a blurry mass on the moon lit snow. A scent reached his nares as he crested a hill, causing him to pause, ears perked, one paw still in the air. It wasn't a familiar scent, yet he could tell it was one of his new family. Should I continue on? This new wolf would most likely not know him, and with his battlescarred appearance, suddenly showing up in front of unknown wolves wasn't always the best decision. I've got to meet them all sooner or later... with a slightly reluctant thought about the ordeal, he found that he was actually excited and nervous. With an additional sniff of the air, he began heading towards the source of the scent--a tall birch tree. SOmewhere in the shadows was a female, he could tell by her smell. I seem to have stumbled upon a male's dream pack... I've not seen a male yet. He knew his thoughts to be naive... there had to be males in the pack, but even with his thoughts of Sirce fresh in his mind he couldn't totally shake his feral male nature. While he couldn't shake it, he could keep it in check. Choosing a slightly noisier path towards the tree, he neared it from upwind, making sure the other wolf knew of his presence. Moose drew a deep breath as he drew level with the birch. "Gud e'en ta ye marm." He bowed gracefully and smiled at the femme. Her blue eyes shown in the darkness, but he was unsure of her rank. Raising from his bow, he kept his head lowered slightly, aware that he was the bottom of the pecking order... something quite new to him. - Anu - 02-07-2009 [html] no worries @ all!
- Moose the Wild - 02-08-2009 "They call meh Moose tha Walhd... er jist Moose fer shor'." Her voice had been rough when she spoke, but he was unsure if it was natural or from disuse. His tail wagged slightly, slowly, stirring small unsettled snow flakes from their places and casting them about. The stars twinkled around them, a clear sky for a beautiful evening. The sunset had been magnificent, one that he and Sirce would have sat in their favorite meadows and watched on the sun warmed rocks. Once the sun went down, they would race one another around their borders, howling in joy until others joined them. These races would run all night and occasionally turn into moon-lit hunts if the game were as active as the wolves. There's no better time to hunt... His thoughts were drifting away from the fey in front of him. The scent of a male was upon this female, proving there were males in the pack. Apparently she had a mate. The same could be said of the other femmes he had met. So perhaps it wasn't a male's dream, he wasn't interested in moving on, especially not at the moment. For now, he would be content being a pack member and working his way into better graces. How long would it take before some other new comer appeared and he was no longer the lowest rung on the ladder? He was determined to make good on his skills and help his pack. It was in his nature after all. "Ah've na' bin 'ere ta lawng, boot, Ah've bin wan'erin' far und wi' afore Ah foun' Crimson Drims. Und Ah've decided 'twas tahme ta stawp wan'erin' und settl' dawn again." - Anu - 02-08-2009 [html] XD she’s got a lady for a mate!
- Moose the Wild - 02-09-2009 ooc: ....my bad. Scratch previous thoughts, lol. "Nay, Ah've no' 'ad a bite ta eat en a whail." A hunt? Moose was overjoyed. His wanderings had gained him a chance to demonstrate his skill, bond with a pack member, and fill his belly. As if on cue, it rumbled noisily. A smile gracing his face, he chuckled. "Mah belleh seems ta thin' 'twould beh a great idea if'n yeh'd join us fer a 'unt." He was interested to see just what sort of game could be rounded up at this late hour in this new territory. From his time on his own, the majority of his hunted (rather than stolen) diet consisted of rabbits, birds, and fish. He was incredibly tired of fish. Having to fight twenty-million bones for a scrap of meat no more than a bird's wing wasn't his style. Moose was more accustomed to the larger game of his home; elk, reindeer, mountain goat, and of course, his namesake: moose. His mouth began to fill with the thoughts of meat, and his muscles twitched with eagerness at the thrill of the hunt. The combination gave his a slightly anxious air, but he wasn't in any hurry; he could be as patient as the next wolf when it came to hunting. He just really enjoyed the entire event. - Anu - 02-13-2009 [html] you can pick what they hunt!!
- Moose the Wild - 02-14-2009 A cool breeze blew as the pair began their silent trot. Black nares twitched in it, draining and straining it for all the information it could give. Whisperings in the wind told him of some small animals --- rabbits, birds and things in the area, as well as a faint trail of some wild goats and swine that seemed rather old. There was also a pair of small deer bedded down not too far away. While Moose wasn't the swiftest wolf, he was large enough to bring the prey down. Studying Anu as she ran, he could tell from the smoothness of her trot that she was much faster than he was. Between the two of them, he felt confident that they would be dining before the sun rose. "D'ye smell tha deer? Ah say weh joomp 'em und 'ave soom fun, d'ye kin?" He didn't necessarily want to take point on the hunt, but was more than willing to show off. However, being the lower ranking, Moose was willing to let the femme decide, or at least have some input. Perhaps he could learn something from her; they prey in every region was different, causing substantial amounts of trial and error at some points in his journeys. Thinking ahead to her acceptance, he felt a good plan would be for one of the pair to jump the deer and herd them towards the other. He allowed his muscles to stretch as they ran, going on autopilot as he strategized which of the two it would be more beneficial to use in which situation. - Anu - 02-17-2009 [html]
- Moose the Wild - 02-17-2009 Moose nodded silent assent to Anu's direction. A common direction, he knew she didn't mean it insulting, nor did he take it as such. His keen ears listened hard for her soft step as he positioned himself as she stated--downwind. He had been fortunate to find a great spot behind a deadfall of small trees obscured by brush. Terrified screams of the fauna reached his ears as he felt the ground begin to rumble. He was glad that Anu had chosen the part of runner; not only did she look it, she was most likely more apt. The large stocky frame of Moose was not the swiftest; he wasn't slow, unless compared to someone faster... of course. The scent of Anu as well as the herd crashed towards him, and soon he could see in his nose's eye the musk of an older female. Perfect was all he needed to think before she was almost upon him. Large muscles tensed, tightening and coiling themselves as they prepared to the leap. He had no hesitations to dashing in front of her, cutting her off in the canal she had been herded into. Thick trees bordered the pathway of the frightened animal as her hooves drove her nearer her doom. Adrenaline surging through him, he waitting, counting his breaths, waiting. His plan was to leap out before she reached him, cutting off her escape from Anu and in her confusion, bringing her down. Hopefully he could show the fey chasing just how good a hunter he was. It would be an ideal position within the pack to take on, or to strive for. He was still unsure of the complete dynamics, but he would work hard regardless. 3, 2, 1... jump! as his mind screamed at him he jumped into the path of the deer, further frightening her. Sharp fangs gleamed against the white moon as he lunged for her exposed throat. Her screams melding with his growls as he tasted fur and flesh. Blood ran red and the scent of copper flooded the air as she thrashed wildly. A hoof caught his stomach and with a short yelp, he ripped himself back a pace. His maw was stained just like her neck, and her steps began to grow weak. - Anu - 02-18-2009 [html]
- Moose the Wild - 02-18-2009 Moose jumped back into the fray almost as soon as he had left. The sting from the doe's front hoof subsiding against his side, he threw his body weight against the female as Anu latched upon her head. With their combined efforts, the magnificent beast soon fell. Her ragged last breaths came, gurgling through the gaping wound in her neck, and finally she lay still. His body surged with energy, his fur stained crimson. Red drops spattered on the nearby snow, driping from the body of their prey as well as their mouths from the hunt. Tonight he would have Crimson Dreams. The smell of blood worked upon him, raising his heart rate and trying to throw him into a frenzy. He remembered his place and waitted. Anu would have first taste of their kill, dining before he himself was allowed. The thrill of the hunt. He smiled, baring his white canines, a contrast against his gore smeared maw. It had been quite some time since he had been able to hunt with another wolf, much less successfully. Anu was a skilled hunter and a fast runner. The feelings of acceptance and contentment flooded him again, sweeping up his mind as he waited for her signal to eat and causing him to float among his memories. Moose remembered his first hunt well. As was the norm in his pack, as soon as he was able to keep up he was allowed to hunt. His first hunt had been a successful one, and allowed him to live up his namesake--on his first hunt he was skilled enough to land the killing bite on the moose they were hunting. The coppery smell of blood, the feel of the pulsating vein in his mouth, the sweet taste of the meat later that evening; all things he would never forget. - Anu - 02-20-2009 [html] I sure do like hunting threads!
- Moose the Wild - 03-12-2009 ooc: Sorry... back. Moose saw his smile returned by the female and watched as she took a spot eating the still warm flesh. Her body told him he would be allowed to join her, and again the feelings of acceptance caused his heart to soar. Glancing to the sky in a wordless prayer, he thanked the heavens and Sirce for the meal and for his good fortune to be here. 'Tis amazin'. Ah'm 'ome again. Once his thanks had been given, he took a place next to Anu. The meat was fresh (of course) and sweet. The fallen prey had been in good foraging within the last few days of her life, and it was noticable in his bites. He tore strips of meat from the carcass, wolfing it down as only a wolf can. In the distance, he could hear the sound of other animals, birds included. The carion birds would come soon, and depending on their ferocsity, the pair of wolves would have trouble keeping them from getting their piece of the spoils. Moose assumed the remainder of the meat would be brought to the pack, or the pack to it. The deer wasn't too large, and since he figure that Anu, like the majority of Crimson Dreams, could shift, she would have no trouble maneuvering it to them. This was one of the times Moose was finding himself very uncomfortable around the shifting wolves. He felt as though he was unable to contribute as much as they could. Either they had gifts in more prehensitled ways, or they were simply stronger than he could dream of due to their abilities. A small sigh escaped his maw at these thoughts, but he did his best attempt to make it seem as a sigh of contentment lest he seem ungrateful for the pack's hospiltality. |