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the preacher's daughter - Sahalie - Aug 25, 2015 @Drestig, @Spieden, @Triell (not sure if he's back yet), @Jessie, @Serach, @Anneliese, @Beren, @Naira, @Darrah and @Drift.
Don't have a particular start date for this. Dawn, cool 64 ° F, 18 ° C, mist slowly dissipating as temperature rises. Would like everyone who wants to join to respond by SEPTEMBER 4TH. Things to keep in mind: Sahalie is 3 months old, pretty large, can speak like an 8 year old and go distances. Not a total baby. It seemed too quiet. Her eyes had fluttered open suddenly this morning, as if silence, rather than ruckus, had somehow stirred her from her sleep. She wiggled out of the old birthing den where she still chose to sleep to find the well-trodden grounds around the lone Oak Tree deserted. But this was not so uncommon. Her family members liked to be busy, it was a good distraction from the heavy atmosphere that plagued them. But as she shook the sleep from her head and rubbed a paw across her snout to wipe away the residue of mud from drooling up against the den wall, she realized that it still were other sounds usually. Bird calls, the creaking of the old trees and the gentle rattle of branches. These were the sounds of her home. It was far too quiet. She was not sure if this was really a cause for alarm, but she felt that it was something worth mentioning. But there was no one around to mention it to. Sahalie would have to go out and find someone. She gulped, her paws hesitating as she turned to stare into the misty grave of trunks. She did not want to go out there. But she had to tell someone. Awkwardly she wandered through the thick and frosted world of the morning, hoping that the sun would drain the mists away soon. Her homeland was much more inviting, more comfortable in the afternoon when things were not so hazy or eerie. The little girl called out the names of her pack mates as she wandered. Or at least the ones she knew. She asked for Drestig and Spieden the most, but occasionally asked for Anna or even Drift. She wondered where he had gotten off to. When the forest finally awoke from its slumber, the noise was not one she expected or even wanted. The trees cried out as a hundred of their twigs snapped and their branches shattered. Their was a hard sound, as if a trunk has been struck as well. The sound crescendoed and the birds that had, apparently, been in hiding rose to an unreasonably shrill chorus as they took wing. The girl clung to the ground. When the beast appeared she could do nothing but scream. What was this hideous beast? RE: the preacher's daughter - Drift - Aug 26, 2015 [dohtml] Drift Tainn Drift had risen before the sun and snuck out of the den he shared with his sister. His favourite mud puddle had dried up and he would need to find a new one. He could only hope this new one might hold tadpoles of it’s own… When he snapped at them they felt slimy on his tongue but he never actually ate one, usually bursting into giggles when they wriggled in his mouth. At first he had been worried when his prior puddles inhabitants began to sprout legs, and when their tails fell off he had been even more worried… but they gave him hope too. If they could change from little wriggly black dots into hoppers with legs… maybe he could change too? He was pulled from his search by the sound of his sisters voice. His tail wagged as he wondered why she was calling for @“Spieden”. They were eating real food now, what could she want with their ma’? (she might correct him with her name but for all he could tell she was the only wolf he had ever known besides his da’ so she must be ma’). She sounded worried. Far more perceptive of the world around her, Drift had been far more focused on finding mud - his coat was getting cleaner and paler by the day, it just would not do. It took him a moment to decide, and with a sly smile he started following in her wake. He had her lined up just right… She was within striking range and he began his attack before a loud crash and a bellow sent him diving into the dirt mid stride at his sisters flank. His sister might have had the courage to scream but Drift could only look on in horror while every fibre of his being screamed to run away! [/dohtml] RE: the preacher's daughter - Darrah - Aug 30, 2015 [dohtml] The future king had been waking up rather early as of recent, and though he had no explanation as to why, he knew everything happened for a reason and chose to simply leave it without question. He was going about his usual morning routine, checking the caches, securing the perimeter in which his family resided, vaguely searching around for his missing parent (If only to put his fathers mind at ease), things he'd never once been asked to do but still felt responsible for. Everything was exactly as it had been every morning, until of course he heard a rather shrill voice in the distance, and it called for him. The Tainn knew exactly who it had been, of course he did! It was his youngest sister! But never had she sought him out before, so why now? Darrah wasted no time in trotting over to little Sahalie's location. The request didn't call for any urgency, though that didn't devalue it's importance. He wanted to build an unbreakable bond between his newest siblings and himself, though in all the time building up to this moment no clear action had been taken on his part. Perhaps he was scared, but of course in the end even that was an excuse. Choosing to hesitate no longer on the plan, the heir made this their deciding moment. Whether or not the Tainn's could build a relationship with each other would reside strictly on what was to happen next. Or so that's what he'd apparently and ignorantly intended upon. "S'halie!!" he answered back, rather delayed. 'Now or never, you'll do great Darrah..' moving in on her whereabouts, his pace began to stagger. 'Sahalie.. Honestly, I'm terrified to officially meet you.' Screams filled the once peaceful environment, and before he could process exactly what was going on Darrah was sprinting. Ambushing the scene, first thing noted was his siblings. Both of them. Second thing processed was the beast that could very well take their lives given the chance. The Tainn, occupied by pure adrenaline, instinctively through himself between his family and the horrendous creature. "RUN!" he screamed, demanding immediate action to take place. "Drestig!! Anneliese!!" One king, One crown. Darrah Tainn[/dohtml] RE: the preacher's daughter - Spieden - Aug 30, 2015 [dohtml] Spieden never slept in, with today as no exception she had moved towards the border, following it's arching path into the red hills just as the first hints of pink painted the eastern horizon. She couldn't help but notice that the air was still with a heaviness that typically loomed when a storm was about to fall. Her usual early morning checks of the eastern hills yielded nothing odd, which should have reassured her but only made her more anxious. Something didn't sit right with her, and deciding to cut her patrol short she turned back, cutting straight through towards the territory's heart. Her way back brought her past bits and pieces evidence of what she would find, deep gouges dug into the mud, bark scraped from the trees, saplings snapped in two. The cause was unclear until she found moose's blood smattered against the ground. Curiously she tracked after it, nearly stopping when the scent of fresh death and bear hit her like a wall. She couldn't just ignore it though, and gingerly she crept forward to find the corpse of a yearling bear crumpled against the ground like a pile of leaf litter. She couldn't spend long inspecting the scene though. Her head snapped up as the pale blue sky darkened with birds on the wing, their raucous cries reaching her ears as they fled overhead. She stopped in her tracks, feeling the ground rumble underfoot like distant thunder. Sahalie's familiar timbre reached through the noise, far and barely audible even by her sharp hearing given the distance. Spieden's heart felt like it stopped and before she could even think of what had happened or what to do she was running towards the brewing chaos. It was too easy for her mind to replace the image of the crushed bear with that of a much more fragile child. As if Sahalie screaming wasn't enough, Darrah's frantic voice joined in. A massive dark shape materialized from the mist, Spieden's damp nostrils flaring to catch the scent of Sahalie, Drift, and Darrah underlying the stench of the wounded moose. She wanted to sob, this was too unreal, it couldn't be happening. The lumbering beast swayed and trampled towards the cubs, Darrah swiftly inserting himself between. If only the cubs were months smaller she would have snatched them both up in her jaws and fled. Instead she charged for the moose's backside, sinking her teeth into its hock to distract it and not caring if all her teeth got kicked out in the process. Re: - Spirit of Wildwood - Aug 30, 2015 A young deer has been separated from the rest of its herd. Hunt Opportunity RE: the preacher's daughter - Drestig - Sep 01, 2015 Anyone feel free to have Drest miss/the moose turn on him etc. ^^
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RE: the preacher's daughter - Serach - Sep 04, 2015 Nobody had called for Serach. Very rarely did anybody ever call for him, to talk or for help or for any other reason. But the shrill scream of Sahalie did not discriminate and sent chills up and down Serach's spine. He had been resting, sheltered under the shade of a tree while he waited for the morning mist to disappear. He too had noticed the abnormal stillness that had fallen over the forest, but had put it down to that certain kind of muteness that accompanied misty mornings like this one. But the girl's scream proved his assumption wrong, and as the boy ran towards the sounds of the fight, the pit of worry and anguish grew to monstrous proportions in his stomach. RE: the preacher's daughter - Sahalie - Sep 08, 2015 Playing the moose just cause? It was hard for her to stop screaming.She felt the hard impact of something and assumed it was the clubbed paw of the beast. She screamed harder, her head turning instinctively. But it was just her brother. Her stupid, idiot brother who had followed her out here to die. If she could have, she would have definitely screamed harder. They were going to die. With every shadow that fell across her eyes she was sure it would be a striking blow from the creature. But it was her pack mates, her family coming to her defense. With Darrah between her and the moose she could not make out much, but she saw the dark and pale shapes of the others. She hoped that one was Spieden, but also really hoped that none of them were Spieden. She did not want the wolf she loved so dearly to be hurt on her behalf. Distantly she heard the call to run but felt obligated to watch. Her legs did not work anyway, they seemed. She stared back into the eyes of her paler brother. What could they do? - - -MOOSE CROSSING- - -
That fucking bear. Gunthor was not to be messed with under any circumstances, but certainly not today. He was a very territorial bull, and he just barely tolerated the yapping dogs that had taken over his forest. There were too many of them to deal with on a normal occasion, so he subsided. He kept to himself. But that fucking bear and it's fucking cub. Their insolence was not something he would tolerate. Their stupid den that they had suddenly, unlawfully erected sometime that week had caught him by surprise. And he did not like surprises. He also did not like the sound his ankle had made when he crashed to the ground after stumbling into the hole. They paid dearly for making such an offensive den. Awkwardly and heavily he stumbled through the undergrowth, looking for a stream in which to cool and wash his injuries. Vaguely he knew that he was headed in the wrong direction, but the pain misguided him. It clouded his path and changed some of the routes. This way, it urged like the devil, Water this way. But it lead him straight towards the wolves. By the time he heard the screams it had been too late. It was summoning more. He went to stamp it out but another one appeared in his place, and it instead received the damaged ankle he had chosen to lash out with. But then the others were upon him like lightning. The hung on his coat like burs. One was on his backside and the other jumped dangerously close to his throat. The moose reared backwards, stumbling a bit but catching some ground, hopefully shaking off the one clinging to his back leg. If it did not he would simply back her into a tree the same way he had done to the bear. MOOSE MOVES: Kick Darrah, Drestig misses, rear backwards, ass aimed at a tree. Feel free to let me know if this was confusing
RE: the preacher's daughter - Anneliese - Sep 09, 2015 [dohtml]
RE: the preacher's daughter - Drift - Sep 12, 2015 [dohtml] “RUN!” Whether the words were spoken by the large dark shadow that passed between himself and Sahalie or if it was his own self preservation instinct finally kicking in he couldn’t be sure but a large hoof flailing at their brother was enough to get his flight response in order. More shapes emerged from the woods, and he knew it was now or never. When Sahalie’s terrified eyes locked with his own he knew he would have to find a way to snap her out of it. “Go!” He prodded his sister in the ribs with his nose to try and get her moving, when that still got no response he leaned into her shoulder with all his weight. “We have to go NOW!” he pleaded, hoping his words would be enough to get her feet moving. The cacophony of noises only partially obscured by Darrah reached a crescendo as their brother caught a flailing hoof, the mingled scents were overwhelming for a child that hadn’t yet figured out how to process them. As quickly as he was moved another wolf arrived to close the gap, although in all the commotion he couldn’t tell if it was Serach or the other white one from the meeting. It was all too much for the boy to process. His breath came in short gasps, his eyes wide with panic. He pushed against his sister harder, keeping her dark shape in front of him as he tried to retreat to anywhere. Anywhere but here. |