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Post by krynn on Dec 5, 2009 22:39:37 GMT -7
Tarak ran as fast he could, the chill air making his thick winter coat fly around him, paws hardly touching the snows surface; mind racing the whole time. Takar was here! Tarak didn't even know what that could mean. The crows had also said that Fenris was among us again. Thoughts raced. Who the hell was Fanris? Tarak would find out soon.
The trees whipped past as he neared closer to the Dagwood forest, weaving in and out of the way of obstacles. A fallen evergreen lay in his path, and Tarak jumped it without thinking twice, his momentum carrying him forward. He was Beta male of this pack for a reason. To be able to protect, and defend; he would let Ebony know soon enough how much she was going to need him. If Takar was really here, then he was their only chance.
Tarak finally saw the landmarked with made up Dagwood forest and nearly howled with relief, but didn't. Takar would be listening.
Giving the last mile his all, Tarak finally reached Ebony and the hunting party coming to an abrupt halt, a look of seriousness and anger portrayed on his face.
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Post by Kismet on Dec 5, 2009 22:50:56 GMT -7
Ebony heard his feet as they beat the ground, and anger ruffled in her expression. He was late. The group had been waiting for Tarak and that angered the Alpha. Had she not told to be in the Dagwood at noon? She looked up at the sky to see the suns outline as it started to pass overhead. Yes, he was late.
Tarak burst into the opening, and Ebony snarled. "You. are. late." She didn't raise her voice, but her anger flowed with her words so deeply that even some of the others flinched, though her words weren't directed toward them. "Explain." she ordered, her white eyes narrowed.
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Post by krynn on Dec 5, 2009 23:08:41 GMT -7
Tarak was actually mad at Ebony's aggression at him, Late! Late! That was the last thing on his mind. Looking at the other pack mates faces he saw expectance, what would he reply?
Tarak desided to be straightforward in his remarks. With teeth pulled back he snarled, "I talked to the crows, and they hadn't much good to say at all." And waited for Ebony to reply.
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Post by thieves on Dec 5, 2009 23:34:38 GMT -7
+- Stealthy, Stealthy, for one with that name, you don't do a very good job following after it-+ His mind continued to jeer at him as large paws crushed the turbid milieu, sticks brushing against his legs but that was the least of his worries. The punishment of his Alphess was something he has come to dread. Salmon pink tongue lolled out as the brute panted in short breaths, he refrained the temptation to howl in frustration, also to let the pack know of his arrival but that would just defeat the whole purpose of the hunt.
Shadows rushed past him as he continued to speed onwards. Friends, he called them, company. One however seemed to be running, his own? no, there was a nother. Citrus orbs scanned to find the figure to whom it belonged to, a sneer graced his ebon lips at the thought of him not being the only one arriving late.
Crashing through after the male, his tail depressed in submission. Forgive me ma queen.
::Still trying to get the gyst of things here so, sorry if it doesn't fit x]::
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Post by Kismet on Dec 5, 2009 23:46:23 GMT -7
Ebony's sapphire eyes darted from her Beta, to her Delta who had just now burst from the trees. She grumbled in frustration. "Yes, the ravens." she said, flicking her tail behind her. "We will discuss about them later. For now.." Her cold eyes swept across her group of wolves. "...For now we will hunt. After wards, Tarak, you will meet me in my den. As will you, Stealth." she added. For what the birds had said, she would need the experienced Delta to help decipher their jumbled squawk.
She turned toward the other wolves that had sat by in respectful silence, and with one jerk of her head they separated into the trees. She followed, quickly gaining on the pack as they found and followed the scent of prey.
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Post by krynn on Dec 6, 2009 11:59:53 GMT -7
Tarak grunted in his mind at the lack of urgency that Ebony had. Apparently she didn't think it to be that big a deal, and Tarak even had to admit, before talking to the birds he wasn't that concerned either. There was always something happening in the forest, and the ravens seldom foretold good events. "So be it then." He said quietly and followed after Ebony.
Tarak ran forward and mentally decided to put the Ravens talk behind him and focus on the hunt. He needed to clear his mind anyway so he could stop over-reacting. If all this was truly happening, we'd have some time before anything takes place. Takar won't even realise that I know he is here. Tarak laughed in his mind thinking about what a fool he would be if it was all just a mirage.
Stretching his forearms and hind legs he bolted forward as he caught the smell of prey and lost his mind to the hunt.
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Post by thieves on Dec 6, 2009 16:07:27 GMT -7
Winter, it was the most suited season for the ivory wolf if anything, the color of his pelt blending well into the snow, allowing him camouflage, as well disappearing when pleased. It’s been a while since he’s hunted with a pack, as long as he could remember during the loner years in his past, he’s only ever hunted by himself or by another straggler that longed for the meat of game and not small rodents and so he wondered how different the team work may be.
Flicking his audits at the mention of Ravens, he tilted his head. +-What about them?…-+ but when the Alphess demanded the 2 to her den later, it must’ve been an important issue. As you wish..
At the signal of the obsidian witch, he whipped his forelegs forward and launched himself with the hinds, sending him pelting down the forest. The chase was just what he needed; thankful for his large paws for none were fit otherwise to carry this massive chap across even the easiest terrain.
He followed after Tarak but a few strides to the left where he’ll meet later at the herd site, in position.
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Post by Kismet on Dec 6, 2009 16:25:12 GMT -7
It wasn't long before she came to it, far before they would have been at the elk's usually herd spot. Though an elk would have been much bigger and satisfying, Ebony chose to stop and slink away among the trees. Even though her black pelt was easily seen against the white snow, she was somehow able to blend in with the bone-like foliage. It was a doe and her fawn and they were quietly scavenging the snow covered ground for small weeds and grasses that were hidden beneath. They didn't notice the black shadow that crept around them.
Ebony looked to Stealth, her eyes locking onto his white figure. He would make the first move for his pelt was just as pale as the ground below him, save for some obsidian splashes along his flank. His name would be just what she wanted him to do; to creep as close as he could before jumping in for the kill. He would take down the doe and she would join him while a few others would grab the fawn, who would be much slower than the mother could have been.
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Post by thieves on Dec 6, 2009 16:58:13 GMT -7
Studying the doe and fawn closely, a malicious smile tugged the edges of his lips as he watched the 2, graze quietly, unaware for their untimely demise that would so easily break one of the strongest bonds known, a mother and her baby. Silently planning the attack, one glance towards Ebony would tell him that he was to move first. Creeping closer to the meat bags as he did so. The scent of blood that thinly pulsed through their vein made the vigor to course through his, a thread of drool trailing under his muzzle as he came closer. The only thing that would give him away was the bright orange orbs and his marking of ebon, but a fawn with a calf to protect had peaking senses now. Nothing could’ve covered his scent.
Before it was too late, pistons leaped towards the doe, his first plan was to get her away from the fawn so that the others could take it down without its mother’s aid. Nipping at the mother’s flanks and hocks, the ivory aggressor quickly angered the mother, but without her realizing, he was slowly bringing her away from her young. Call it an act of bravery or stupidity, but all the same, simply cunning in his mind. He knew all too well just how much anger can blind, and the idiotic cow did exactly what he hoped. Giving chase. It was a risky feat at close range, and it was even more dangerous if wolves were to be behind the bucking doe, but he led in front, driving her inside the forest, her lungs were quickly becoming frozen, burning in attempt to gasp for cool air. Arctic blood in him could only be thankful that he loved the chill.
Keeping an eye towards the others and the fawn, he waited for them to make their kill before he commits the next step in his plan, to put her efforts to waste and kill the doe.
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Post by krynn on Dec 6, 2009 18:40:26 GMT -7
Tarak caught Ebony's signal to go after the fawn, and when Stealth began his approach on the mother, Tarak formed his plan. Going off into the bushed opposite of Stealth he waited for the chase to begin. A few moments later Stealth and Ebony took off after breaking up the mother from her fawn. Now it was Taraks turn.
With a rush of speed he gained on the small fawn, which was running as fast as it could through the trees; but not fast enough. Tarak steadily gained on the fawn foot by foot waiting for it to stumble. Their thin, pencil like legs always proved to be their demise. If a fawn was lucky enough it could out run a wolf, but not today. The deep snow slowed its get away and Tarak got close enough to bite down on its hind leg.
In a tumble of snow and limbs, Tarak quickly ended the fawns fear and suffering by taking its soft neck into his mouth. Getting up from the kill, he waited for Ebony and Stealth to finish the mother. The Alpha always got the first bite.
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Post by Kismet on Dec 6, 2009 23:09:06 GMT -7
Ebony waited, frozen like a dark statue. Her piercing gaze was all that moved as she watched Tarak make chase. Though her attention wasn't on the Beta and his fawn, but to the cow that neared Stealth. It slowed, tiring.
Then she heard it, the tumble and crack of bone. Her eyes drifted to the black wolf that she could see trough the trees and locked onto the neck his jaws were attached to. Her Beta had the fawn. Ebony darted from her position, a bullet from a gun, and chased the doe Stealth had successfully drawn away. Her satisfied grin twitched at her lips as she plowed through the snow.
With one great leap she was on the mothers back, nipping and tearing at the skin of her neck. She brayed and kicked at the air behind her, though she couldn't shake the wolf from her. Ebony sank her sharp fangs into the doe's flesh, her teeth cutting through the sinew and fat with ease. Blood started to run down the cow's flank as Ebony edged farther, hitting the more vital points.
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Post by thieves on Dec 7, 2009 1:35:36 GMT -7
Upon hearing Ebony strike the doe, a loud bellow resounded throughout the forest. The cow really was asking to be preyed as she separated from the herd, though that’s not always their fault. Now, a buck’s long bloodline ended quickly at the end of their muzzles, the cycle of life, how funny it came to be at times. Steering the lone deer more carefully now, he hoped that with a successful hunt, the Alphess would be more forgiving for his late arrival. Bulldozing through the snow he loved the exercise it gave his muscles, it was an ideal work out though his paws were starting to sore. Saving the remaining energy, the brute veered sharply to the left and gathered himself before leaping to latch on the doe’s side, tearing it as he did so.
Mass of the brute would’ve slowed the dame immensely as sharp daggers clung onto the rib cages. Daring not to take the death bite, as that was mainly the Alpha’s privilege, though it had to be soon and quick for he was starting to lose grip and the last place he wanted to be, was under the rampaging, angered yet slowly dying cow.
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Post by krynn on Dec 9, 2009 17:00:11 GMT -7
Tarak watched the two wolves go after the mother, her struggles would prove futile just like dead fawn at his feet; warmth from the body seeping into the snow until nothing but a frigged corpse remained. The fawn lay with legs tucked in, in a laying position with a pool of blood around its head from the gapping wound in its neck. Tarak stared down into the open, glazed over eyes and wondered if that’s what he would look like once Takar got a hold of him.
Tarak shook his fur out, trying to erase the thought. He was a strong Beta wolf worthy of defending this pack. Tarak had fought many battles before, and was no novice. Compared to Takar however, Tarak wasn't cunning and malicious enough to win in an even fight. Takar was a strong Alpha wolf, and if he ever did decide to become more sane and take on his own pack, he would defiantly he formidable.
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Post by Kismet on Dec 10, 2009 21:58:50 GMT -7
Ebony was seeing red, her lust for the hunt and the thrill of the kill raiding her every sense. The taste of the crimson that pooled inside of her mouth drove her mad and her jaws clamped down hard, edging closer and closer to the life vein in the doe's neck. Everything around her seemed to disappear, and it was just her, the doe, and the meat and nourishment that it held. She wanted the meat, needed the meat, and the only thing stopping her was the thin coat of muscle between her fangs and the jugular.
With furious snarls and growls that muffled against the cow's fur, the Alpha's teeth finally penetrated the singular thread of life. Thick, rusty crimson rushed from the wound. The doe bellowed loudly, though it cut off soon with a gurgle as blood crawled up from it's mouth. Though it still ran, slowly slowing until it could no longer stand. With one last grunt the doe fell to the ground, spluttering through it's bloody muzzle. Only when it's last breath of life had left it did Ebony finally release her hold from it's neck.
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Post by krynn on Dec 11, 2009 15:23:28 GMT -7
Tarak took the fawns neck into his mouth and began to drag it closer to where the mother had been killed. He wasn't too far away and the malnourished fawn didn't weigh very much.
After a few minutes of dragging and covering the distance he let go of the body and looked to Ebony and Stealth.
"It was good hunting today." He said, admiring the fact that they were able to take down the doe fast and without problems. "Will you do the honours of the first feast Ebony?"
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