07-21-2011, 03:44 PM
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WC:200+
OOC:
The warrior watched the others carefully. Although he didn’t know any of the other males he knew that a moose could be very dangerous if not hunted properly. Armed with such information the Knight could not help but feel a sense of duty when it came to the smaller wolves. When it came to the hunt they were a unit, equal, and he had always been told that there is strength in numbers but one wrong kick and one of his pack mates could be seriously injured. As the others surrounded the moose he began to approach cautiously, waiting to come out of the shade of the orchard’s trees and surprise the beast.
The darkest of the group before him started the strike, signalling that the time had arrived. Next his Italian mate, golden eyes widened and he edged forward at her yelp, instinctively wanting to cover her. A sense of relief overcame the male as she continued to strike. The gray accented male distracted the moose, grabbing hold of it in a tight grip. Finally it was his turn. As quickly as the giant’s heavy body could move he launched himself out from his cover and towards the rear of the moose. As he approached it was clear the moose would not notice him until he was already on top of it. With a powerful jump Jazper landed on the moose’s lower back and began to cling. Instantly the moose became to thrash violently, causing it and Jazper to nearly tip over. It was a matter of seconds now. Without hesitation he bit down causing warm blood to flow into his jaws.
Talk.
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WC:200+
OOC:
The warrior watched the others carefully. Although he didn’t know any of the other males he knew that a moose could be very dangerous if not hunted properly. Armed with such information the Knight could not help but feel a sense of duty when it came to the smaller wolves. When it came to the hunt they were a unit, equal, and he had always been told that there is strength in numbers but one wrong kick and one of his pack mates could be seriously injured. As the others surrounded the moose he began to approach cautiously, waiting to come out of the shade of the orchard’s trees and surprise the beast.
The darkest of the group before him started the strike, signalling that the time had arrived. Next his Italian mate, golden eyes widened and he edged forward at her yelp, instinctively wanting to cover her. A sense of relief overcame the male as she continued to strike. The gray accented male distracted the moose, grabbing hold of it in a tight grip. Finally it was his turn. As quickly as the giant’s heavy body could move he launched himself out from his cover and towards the rear of the moose. As he approached it was clear the moose would not notice him until he was already on top of it. With a powerful jump Jazper landed on the moose’s lower back and began to cling. Instantly the moose became to thrash violently, causing it and Jazper to nearly tip over. It was a matter of seconds now. Without hesitation he bit down causing warm blood to flow into his jaws.
Talk.
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