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Post by Gina on Feb 9, 2006 21:26:40 GMT -5
ooc:Okay…Loka is on her first ever hunt alone, at least she is alone by her knowledge. Join please! xD
ic:Snow draped over the ground, smoothing the contours of the earth beneath its icy blanket of cold. The land called Crystal Plains was deep in the grip of midwinter, all life was sleeping and refused to come out of their burrows and dens under the gaunt and leafless ceiling of the forest's white hued trees.
Oceanic aqua stood out against the earth's dressings of white and leaden grey, along with the forever-crimson leaves that refused to fall of the Twin Trees, two crimson sycamores that were sacred in the pack's land.
A bushy brush of a tail slid elegantly out from behind the shadows of the Twin sycamores, delicate tinges of scarlet and orange from the sky streaking across her pale blonde fur. With ears erect and the metallic pieces of the belt 'round her neck clinking in the silent grip of winter, the yearling Drappa, velvet footed, padded out onto the cold surface of the snow-laden earth.
Loka had been so excited about her first hunt alone, it had not been long since her very first hunt with the pack, but now there was no one to protect her, and she was getting ready for the world!
Powerful, elegant muscles rippled gently beneath a thick winter coat, her first. Strength, anger, courage and life pounded through her veins, with the many other emotions of the Varg. Catlike and agile, she was swift for her age, and had already gained the reputation for the one like her mother, and the one that never lost her footing. There was nothing out there, not even the smallest field mouse out to inspect the weather’s progress. Giving a light snarl as the icy breeze wound in between the thick coat of fur on her body, chilling the bone and muscle beneath it.
The way of the free Varg had changed her appearance since a year ago. There was no excess fat on her body, especially now, it was all bone, muscle and ironlike sinew. Agility and anger were her comrades, her nose was the key weapon in times of famine such as this. Still, no scent flooded her nostrils. She would be hated and become discouraged and mistrusted if there was nothing in her jaws on her first hunt alone.
With a sigh of grief, Loka flopped down into the powdery snow, white powder flying elegantly into the air. Her chops opened and closed together with an empty, metallic sounding snap, hunger clawed at her belly unceasingly.
“Oh, Tor, look down upon me and help me!” The young Drappa whispered, as though expecting something to happen. But nothing would happen. Tor was just a story for cubs. Still, a longing in her young heart truly wanted something to happen.
ooc:So shoooort!!! xD Sorry 'bout that...
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Post by Taz on Feb 10, 2006 19:00:45 GMT -5
ooc: Short! i can't believe that's short to you!
ic: Caradoc, unobeying his father's law, was wondering the pack territroy, in search of food. It hadn't been long since he'd eaten, for his father had a falcon, and he was fed every day, either fish or a small rodent or since his family is made up of Kerls, quite a few elk and deer. He longed so though for the lovley taste of something new and exciting, if even if it was pack Varg. Yet he had no entintion of canablism, his thoughts were still lurking of hunger. Soon he heard the light snap of jaws and in surprise tripped over the leather braclet that was tied around his ankle. It secretly reminded him of his bloodline family, and even though he loved Alok with all is heart, he wanted just once, to see them again. Getting up he sniffed the air, the slightest scent of another adolecsent filling his nostrils. He had been taught to sniff the certain details of Varg, and other lera, so he could immaditaley know what he was surronded by. She or he was so far away, but he relized there could be only one place where 'it' could be. The Twin Trees. The pair of sycamores where sacred to the pack varg, their deep, crimson red leaves never changing, never falling, not even to let the soft dusting of ice and the pull of icicles to touch them. ************************* As Caradoc creeped closer to the Twins, a new, powerful sense caressed him. He had never felt anything like it before. " Maybe this is why the Startwisters or whatever they are care for the trees so much. They supply them with an honor, like that of an angel, so delicate, like the beauty and sweetness of our Valley of Wolbane."
ooc: I WROTE LONG WEEEEE!
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Post by Gina on Feb 11, 2006 10:49:51 GMT -5
ooc:I just love it when an adopted Varg is used! lol
ic:Her head snapped up immediantly, so quick, infact, a small crick was put into the middle of her neck. With great pain and difficulty, did Loka stand up, her head tall and straight, her ears erect, her tail held high. She looked like a lovely dog, with the belt on her neck, but she was a Varg all the same.
A new scent flooded her nostrils, one never scented before. This would be Loka's first Kerl, of course, she didn't even know it was a Varg. It smelled much like a Varg, but it had a dying, rank scent to it, atleast compared to the familiar scent of her StarWinder family.
The crick slowly dying, Loka managed to get out a heartfelt snarl.
"Show yourself, whatever you are!"
If she had known this was a Kerl she smelled, she would have felt fairly foolish. However, this being her first unsupervised hunt and her first Kerl, she felt like she was standing up to something that none had ever laid eyes on.
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Post by Gina on Feb 11, 2006 11:27:43 GMT -5
ooc:SHOOORT!!!
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Post by Taz on Feb 11, 2006 11:29:27 GMT -5
ooc: don't worry Caradoc, most likely won't hurt her, but you never know!
ic: Caradoc stared at the tiny thing that stood in front of him, his ears were also erect but his tail was pressed in a low down draw, ready to swing and hit if needed. His maw was in a tight snarl, his deep amber swirled eyes fasctened to the young drappa, or at least what it had looked like, a dog. " If this surely is a domestic, oh how I longed for this day...." Caradoc thought. He sat there waiting for any sense of moment from this Varg. He noticed soon that she sinced that he was a kerl, obviously, his fangs dripping in blood and slight foam drizziling out his cheek. But there was more to it then that. His once smile and friendliness were gone. There wasn't anymore to his horrid past of murderous things as his little sister being trampled, it was if now he was the murder. He was seeking revenge against Wolfbane and Tor and Fenris, lurking for the suicidic plunge his leap too, of victory, just as his father's.
Within the hours of standing there, thinking, the dusk had sunken in slightly. He was now lying on the ground, waiting still for movement. The small pup was still standing there, her blonde pelt catching the eye of Caradoc. It gleamed with a beauty, similar to his sister. A small tear dropped from the adolescent's face, slowing his mind and body, casting him into a deep sleep.
ooc: I love the adoptives too!!
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Post by Taz on Feb 11, 2006 11:29:56 GMT -5
I agree SHOOORRRT! help.
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Post by Gina on Feb 11, 2006 19:06:57 GMT -5
ooc:I'll reply soon, but, just for the record, Loka technically isn't small. She's the same age, maybe a few weeks younger, than Caradoc himself is. She's about, at the tip of the ears, the hight of an adult wolf's shoulders. At her tail tip, she's probably around the middle of an adult wolf's back haunches. Caradoc might be a little bigger than that, due to the few weeks of age gap between them, or due to their gender differances.
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Post by MoonRazor on Feb 12, 2006 8:00:57 GMT -5
They had been with the StarWinders for a whole year now. Winter was upon them, and Kylie could feel the chill seeping through her dark, heavy winter coat. She stared blankly at the snow, the memory of the mountain caves she and Kett had stayed in four seasons ago still fresh in her head. Why did they have to be here so long? She didn't like that they were always hunting for food, hunting for the whole pack. She liked things her own way. She didn't mind the pack. She didn't mind the company, but she didn't feel quite as at home as she did up in the mountains with Kett.
Normally feeling strong, spirited, proud, Kylie almost felt like flopping against the Twin Trees, her paws dragging along the snow. It wasn't natural - not for her - to be down here, mingling, in the winter. She needed the blinding blizzards, the frosty air, everything the mountains gave her that any pack could not.
She felt inside, that something was going on. The air was somewhat more... muggy, perhaps as she could describe it, than usual. But only barely. It gave her a feeling of unease. Were there other wolves nearby? With the thought, she laid her ears back, and sank down into a crouch as she padded on cautiously, her eyes flashing.
((I was thinking about re-coloring Kylie on a different lineart. She doesn't look so great right now. What do you guys think?))
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Post by Gina on Feb 13, 2006 9:41:35 GMT -5
ooc:I think you should, Razor, you know, just to surprise us, keep us posted on her growth, you know? Just my opinion, though.
ic:It took the yearling a moment to realize that over an hour had passed. Anger burned in her. This little Kerl, which she now realized what it was, had cost her her time and praise in the pack back home. Snarling ferociously, Loka couldn't help but notice the way the Kerl looked at her.
"I'm no dog," She then swore dangerously, much too dangerous for a yearling and a Drappa in general. She then rose on her back haunches, making herself bigger than the Kerl. "Listen, you, you've cost me my hunt, and I'm going to be murdered back home if I don't bring something back!" She lowered herself. "So..I might as well bring back a Kerl." She said this like a Kerl was a completely different species.
Giving another snarl, Loka threw herself onto the Kerl, rolling and summersaughlting in the effort to bring down an older Dragga.
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Post by MoonRazor on Feb 13, 2006 19:10:44 GMT -5
((Heh xD Hm... She's what, well over a year old now? -goes to find some good woofeh lineart-))
Kylie's finely tuned ears pricked. She thought she heard some conversation, someplace to her left. She stopped, listening. Perhaps she was imagining? She shrugged. She did that a lot. Maybe it was a result of her over-cautiousness.
As she lifted a paw to start on again, she heard a snarl. Again, she froze. Yes, there it was. A snarling. It wasn't just the snarling that caught her ear, it was what the snarling sounded like. It sounded like... Loka? Kylie leapt up. If it was Loka... it didn't sound like prey she was after.
Kylie burst from a cover of bushes and pulled up short, her eyes on Loka, rolling on the ground with a Dragga who she could only assume was a Kerl. But even from where she was standing, Kylie could see that the Kerl was older than Loka, and bigger too.
'Loka!' Kylie ran toward the two. 'Loka, what are you doing?!'
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Post by Gina on Feb 13, 2006 20:36:01 GMT -5
ooc:I'll reply soon, I've got to eat and go to bed soon, though, where'd you get the lineart?
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Post by MoonRazor on Feb 13, 2006 21:25:29 GMT -5
((Found it on Google. That's why I had to leave the credit stuffies on. I can't ink for my life, which is kinda why it would be hard for the picture to be 100% my creation I'm also looking through my E drive to see if I have any lineart that belong to 'shops' on Gaia that I'm a colorist for.))
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Post by Gina on Feb 14, 2006 7:59:27 GMT -5
ooc:I'm trying to find lineart now, just so I have something to color...xD
ic:Loka leapt up quickly, toppling over from getting caught in the Kerl's anklet. "Gah!" the little Drappa gasped, landing heavily into the snow.
Still grounded in the white powder, Loka snarled, "I was trying to show him that he can't eat me, I'm not a man-animal, and I'm trying to punish him for wasting my time!!! Kylie, it's almost sundown, and I'm supposed to be back by the time Tor shows her face, with something to eat for the pack!!!" Loka took a deep breath, throwing a nasty glare at the Kerl Caradoc.
"Guess my trying didn't work very well, huh?"
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Post by MoonRazor on Feb 14, 2006 8:21:26 GMT -5
((I can send it to you if you want))
'I can see why you're angry, Loka, but how is -this- helping with your hunt? If you leave this here Kerl alone right now, perhaps you'll find something by the time we can see Tor's face in the sky!' Kylie tried to reason with the little Drappa, her eyes heavy with hidden disappointment at Loka. She shook her head. 'Doing this is wasting even more of your time, Loka.' She added simply, with a shrug.
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Post by Gina on Feb 14, 2006 8:37:03 GMT -5
Sitting up in the snow, Loka shrugged. "I guess you're right, he's just a Kerl, anyway, Mother and the rest of the pack can get him." Shrugging again, she stood and padded over towards Kylie.
"What are you doing out here, where's Kett?"
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