Settling in

Roland Malone · 08-28-2012, 09:52 PM

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Roland had finished up putting his things inside of the spare room that Ink lent him until he found a place of his own. His armour went in the chest, and his spear went next to the hammock, in case he needed to grab it while sleeping. His javelins were laid on the floor under his hammock. His pack with his changes of clothes, camping gear, entrenching tool, and other miscellaneous things were either still in the pack, set next to the chest, or inside of it. He set the bottle of wine on top of the chest, and tucked the hunting knife into his boot.

Next, Roland set upon changing out of his clothing which was a tad grimy from being on the road. He undid his dyed black leather boots and slid his grey cotton socks off, putting them in a pile opposite of the fire pit. Next came his forest green cotton pants and matching collared overshirt. He peeled his off-white sleeveless undershirt off and tossed it in the pile which he would wash-up in the morning. His grey cotton under shorts came off as well.

He wasn't nude for long before going over to his pack and pulling out fresh clothing. The young wolf picked out a pair of white under shorts, a grey short-sleeved cotton shirt, and fresh, white socks. Along with that, he pulled out brown woollen trousers and a matching collared jacket made of cotton. Once he was re-dressed, the wolf sat in his hammock for a moment, to put his boots back on.

When he was done arranging everything and changing, he took a quick look around the room. He was ready to take a quick stroll around town, get himself familiar with it's layout... Look for choke-points, or poorly defended areas. Maybe, if the pack leader would want his advise, he would suggest on how to better fortify Jordhiem.

With that, he was out the door, surveying the residential section of the Vinátta, making mental notes to himself. He had a feeling the folk here didn't see much action, as the two pack-members he met weren't clearly armoured or armed. In his village, everyone old enough to hold a weapon openly carried one. He no longer thought that Ink, the hybrid he met a few days before was beneath him. The boy seemed much more articulate than he, but the Wolf didn't get much time for schooling. He still had vivid memories of fighting alongside his father and other members of his village at the age of just 9 months, honing his skills in battle fast... If he hadn't he wouldn't be standing here today.

His mind wandered for a moment, his body tensing. With a shake of his head and a mutter under his breath, he was walking and looking around once more. He could already tell that nightmares would plague him tonight... but that bottle of wine given to him would stave them off.

After doing a quick lap around Jordhiem, he sat down on a tree stump, cracking his knuckles on his thighs, pausing for a moment. Sitting felt good. He'd been mobile for a week, and it felt good to be at a place where he could take a break, not having to worry about marauders.

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Oak · 09-06-2012, 10:30 AM

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The wolf was growing more accustomed to the lands that he now called home, learning the territory beyond the village. For some reason he did not find himself lingering among the houses much, drawn more to the forests and the hunting grounds. Perhaps he worried about meeting all the other pack mates, having spent his youth among family and then his more recent history in the neutral lands as a loner. He had never thought himself shy, but he seemed that he had become a bit aloof.

Yet, this day he had reason to return to Jordhiem. The doe was small, but fresh and her meat would be less gamey then that of a larger buck. She was slung over his shoulder, and the weight was only just beginning to wear down on him as he entered the fringes of the pack’s center. Oak wore a small smile, glad that he was able to bring the rest of the pack something to fill their bellies. Providing and helping brought the male a much needed comfort.

He lay the doe beside a tree, and found that he was lacking a vital tool for prepping the meat in the hopes of sharing it with the pack. Though his body wished for him to ripe the flesh apart with feral claws, Oak resided to leaving the carcass in the hopes of returning swiftly with the hunting knife that had been bestowed upon him at his arrival to Vinátta. He moved on two paws, and surprisingly viewed a wolf seated not far from his cache. Hello there. He called out to the dressed beast, wondering secretly if among the fold of his clothing he carried a knife. If not, Oak's home was only a few more steps away.

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Sura · 09-06-2012, 01:28 PM

Hi Tim! Welcome to Souls! I'm relatively new myself. I like your reading style : the lack of purple prose, the militaristic feel of your writing, the masculine tones, and the efficiency of your character.

Sura is about 2 1/2 months old and always in lupine/wolf form.

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Sura liked to fill her spare time with mischievous adventures, like battling the leaf-monsters in various abandoned houses, or testing the squeakiness of various house doors around Jordhiem. Sighting the last door that she hadn't "surveyed" yet, she pushed it open with her nose, and noted that it didn't squeak. This house in particular was one that had been empty for quite some time, so she felt surprised by some rustling sounds within.

Sura padded forwards tenatively, doing her best to stalk the surely dust-monster-rampage silently until she could get a good view of it. But what she saw wasn't a dust-monster-rampage, or even a dust monster at all. But it was furry and large. Thinking she'd seen a particular naked male body part, she turned around and romped out of that house as fast as she could, frightened, bewildered, and exhilerated all at the same time. She skidded along the pathway out of the house, only slowing to zig-zag a leap-frog pattern in order to squash some ants. Several dirt-pounces and ghost-hops later, Sura felt sure she smelled meat.

With her mouth watering, she broke into a run once more and hid in some large bushes in order to observe a very large chunk of furred meat being dragged to a stop. A string of drool had made its way from her lower lip to her right paw now. It looked and smelled delicious, and with Sura's lack of self control and manners, she couldn't help but imagine how juicy and fresh it would taste in her mouth. There was nothing she loved more in this world than raw, dripping red meats, with the exception of living itself.

When Sura felt that the strange man was distracted with another strange man who seemed oddly similar to the one she'd seen minutes earlier, she crept forwards, once again practicing her stalking skills.

"Won cweep... too cweep... tree cweep..." (hover for translation) , she audibly whispered the words in accordance with her steps. Her expression was cemented in the most noble determination eyebrow-furrowing. When she felt she was close enough, she lunged for a tender portion of the deer, hoping to chomp off a mouthful and run back into the bushes with it. In actuality, her tiny milk teeth were hardly sharp enough to even cut through the skin, much less serrate off a sizable portion. She thought that she felt her teeth hit meet the doe's flesh, but when she tugged, it seemed that the whole deer moved in conjunction. She jumped a foot high in surprise and ran as fast as she could, frightened at the dead deer that had jumped up and tried to attack her!

She hadn't paid much attention to exactly how or where she was running, so when she ran across Roland's tail, stumbled, and did a face plant, she could only assume that it was the suspiciously furry brown log's fault. Frustrated and having no other way to vent her anger, embarrassment, fright, and surprise, she attacked it, trying to launch herself at the tail and maul it into an even dead-er, surely log than it already was. Fortunately for Roland, Sura's tiny teeth and claws barely had the power and capacity to dig, much less maim or harm.

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TL;DR: Thinks she sees Roland naked, tries to steal some of Oak's meat unsuccessfully, trips on Roland's tail, assumes said tail is a log, and tries to attack it.

Roland Malone · 09-10-2012, 06:20 PM

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Roland was a tad bit bored as he rested, but again, it felt good to be able to let one's guard down one hundred percent. As he stretched his legs ever so slightly in preparation to rise and head back to his home, a scent wafted into his nostrils, which made him drool a little bit.

When he looked in the scent's direction, he saw another brown-coated Luperci, hauling the spoils of a hunt. He raised one hand in curt salute as he rose to meet this new wolf. This stranger seemed to be able to fend for himself. Even though the deer he carried was a bit on the small side, he still managed to catch one... That other, well-meaning, white-furred hybrid probably couldn't catch, kill, and clean a deer if his life depended on it.

“Hail.” He said, taking a few paces toward the new-to-him hunter. “Need a hand cleaning that kill?” He asked, taking his own hunting knife out of the handcrafted boot he wore.

“Roland Malone.” He said, extending his hand to shake his counterpart's. “I don't think I caught yours yet, but nice to meet you.”

As he introduced himself to the other he heard “puppy talk” in the grass a bit to his right; then felt the fall of paw-pads on his tail, which made him pull it close to his body. “Ah...” He mused, chuckling a bit. “It seems we've got a mini-marauder in our midst.” He said, as he looked in Sura's direction for a moment.

Word Count :: 260 ((Sorry it took me so long to get back to this... Rough past little while. No worries though. Things are (for the most part) sorted out.))

Oak · 09-11-2012, 09:43 AM

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Oak’s mindset had been focused securely on the other male, hopes that he may have a knife distracting him from the small form that tried to hunt the doe he had placed upon the ground. The male returned his greeting, causing the red wolf to give a smile. He was even happier when he saw that the other canine had a knife conveniently on his person. He nodded, That would be appreciated. replying as he gave Roland his dark toned hand and introduced himself, Oak. Nice to meet you too..

The tree-named wolf wondered if he was a fellow hunter, or if he was more of a warrior. Not being one raised wearing garb the new Vináttan could not tell the difference in gear.

He looked down at the pattering and the noises of a pup, his smile wavered and faded slightly. He hadn’t known that there were young ones among the pack, and had only been waiting for the birth of the mothers to be that lived among them. It seems we do. Oak replied, his tone quiet yet light. He did not mind the presence of little ones, but there was real work to be done and he could not help but wonder where the pup’s mother was. Shouldn’t she be watching her?

He looked back at the other male, figuring he was not much of a pupsitter either and shrugged his shoulders. They would have to do their best and fast; there was fresh meat that needed to be prepped for smoking or cooking. Is that a hunter I see? he asked the puppy in a deep voice.

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Sura · 09-11-2012, 07:02 PM

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Sura's attempt to steal some of Oak's venison was widely unsuccessful and it seemed that the log that she thought she was battling didn't bother battling back. Flustered, embarrased, and angry at her failed attempts, she felt like she was ready to explode. When one of the men talked to her, she only felt more like a child and wasn't sure whether to relish in the attention she craved or to scamper off, her "spy" mode detected.

The two males were strange, and though they had introduced names, Sura couldn't help but expect more. Weren't they going to try to play leap-frog now like the frogs did at spawning time? Or rodeo, like the birds all year long? Perhaps they both had too many things in their hands to play these sorts of games, so attempts to do such would only stab their eyes out? Hmm. Sura's mind had begun to work once more with all of the hardly-connected dots in her experiences and opinions. This kind of mental labor would have been equivalent of calculus three to a geometry student. At least the homework was so debilitating to her other senses that it numbed her raging emotions away, as if they'd never existed in the first place.

"I not a wunter! I a Wura!" (hover for translation), she babbled, indignant. She paused for only a moment as she surveyed the scene. "Aren'ts you goings to takes off yer armors nows and pways kissie wissie? Owr weap fwog? You must be woods wunter to kiwls dat weer. Are you sure it the deads? You shoulds stabs outs its eyes'es an' eawts its heawts wholes! "

Sura made it evident that she was done talking by plopping her rear end behind them, precariously watching the two, as if she expected them to burst into unicorn-shaped sparkles at any moment.

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