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Post by Gina on Aug 14, 2005 15:40:38 GMT -5
OOC:Great to see you, Kuroi! How was your trip?
IC:Citali's anger ripped right through her again, only to be gently nipped on the maw by her brother. The Drappa shook her head, trying to act a little kinder. Even though anger, disdain and unwanted sympathy flew around inside of her, she was hungry.
"Glade, get Tempestas and tell him that this Ker-I mean that Lupo has found a group of elderly reigndeer stag by the river." She paused as her brother swiftly ran across the plain to the side of his sister's ruling companion. "The stags. Have their antlers gone back yet, or are they still growing?" She looked up at the sky, and saw a very pale white light beginning to make its way out from behind the clouds.
"Lupo. Larn is coming quickly; we will advance on the stags once they are asleep, but the river is a long ways away, we'll start traveling now." Citali almost smiled at the Kerl, looking at her with brightened eyes.
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Post by Blizzard on Aug 30, 2005 17:34:31 GMT -5
Tempestas returned back to the clearing, a small line of blood on his maw. He looked to Glade dlumly, whispering, "I just barely nicked it before it ran off out of my range. Oh well, it was skinny anyways."
OOC: I have that much to work with ^^;
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Post by Gina on Aug 30, 2005 17:41:30 GMT -5
ooc:Hehehe...Great to see ya back, Blizz
ic:Citali's head turned back towards her brother and fellow monarch. "Perhaps we should run straight to the river, for Larn will be cooler than usual tonight..." She whispered, feeling a sharp, stinging wind chill her to the bone. A deep rumble of thunder sounded louder than it really was in her acute hearing ears. Rain was coming, and they still had no food to fill their aching bellies.
Glade smiled at his sister's friend. "Aye, that it was, Tempestas. But even a slim Lera would have done us better than one."
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Post by Blizzard on Aug 30, 2005 17:59:12 GMT -5
Tempestas sighed, "True. If anyone see's a small lara, I'm going after it, weither it's fat, slim or not even alive, right now I could eat a huge one." He turned to Lupo, his optics resting on her untill he asked, completly out of character, "Would you like to join us tonight? You can help us find the stag's in the morning, when it's not as cold."
Turning to Citali and Glade, adding, "That is, if you have no objections, friends."
His auds perked up as another rumble shuddered the air, then flatening as a rain drop plopped right in the middle of his forhead, his occulars blinking in slight surprise.
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Post by Gina on Aug 31, 2005 17:35:38 GMT -5
Glade's eye flashed with worry. Even his good eye looked as though it were alive and filled with feeling. It was strange, Citali had always thought, when it came to that worried flash that fled through her brother's eye, both of them, really.
What will go wrong now...?
Her brother posessed a strange...'sixth sense' when it came to disaster and weather. Glade had always been able to sense when there would be a death, whether it be in a fight, by water, by Man's burning air, or flame, from birthing, or even simply from old age. He would know what would cause it, but would never be able to warn them before the moment it happened. But it appeared different this time. Glade had been fretting of a great and powerful storm that would surely end in death, whether it be of a Varg, Herla, or unimportant Lera, he wouldn't know untill it happened.
"Citali...Tempestas....We should finish this hunt fast...Something....Something i-" But he was cut off by a powerful crash of thunder. Lightening streaked the sky, bleaching his fur completely white. Citali had not heard the rest of her brother's message, for it had become garbled by the annoyance of the storm. Rain began to pour in buckets from the sky, crashing down on Citali's head, tending to the flame of her anger even more.
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Post by Blizzard on Aug 31, 2005 21:28:57 GMT -5
Tempestas looked at Glade, his eyes showing all the concern in the world. Looking up to the mountain, no word came from his maw. The lightning flashed once more, the rain still heavy as he faced the others once more, "Everyone go to the den, I'll meet you there." Sencing a moment of hesitation, he growled, "Go! Citali, Glade, Lupo, go! I will bring something to eat, so we won't starve tonight."
He turned his haunches towards them, darting back into the forest. He had caught the scent of the young Lupo, and he intended to catch it this time. He bolted off from them, mud flying slighty after his hind mitts. Bursting into the clearing, he caught sight of the immature reingdeer, and he snapped his jaws hungerly. He caught scent of the blood, growling viciously.
The young one tried to leap to it's feat and scramble away, but the torn leg brought it back to the grass. Tepestas leapt at it's throat, his fangs digging into it's flesh at it's throat, and he tore his head to the right, ripping out it's windpipe. It died instantly, flopping onto the ground.
Tempestas grabbed the scruff of the doe, and he began to drag it's body towards the mountain. In his mind, he wouldn't take anything that anyone else could feast off, letting the others of the pack get stronger before he would. Continuing to drag it, he growled in determination, saying to himself through closed jaws, "I will get it back to the cave, I will!"
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Post by Gina on Sept 1, 2005 17:21:18 GMT -5
"Tempestas, wait!" Citali called, fear blossoming in her belly. The storm was far too great, and Larn was coming quicker than usual, it would be almost impossible to get back through the winding forest in both darkness and rain. Even though it was the Varg's nature to see in the dark, a gift Man has always wanted, rain would help none, especially if her dearest friend was carying something fresh. Many other Larn Putnar would try and steal it from him, worrying Citali more.
"Sister, he will be alright, I sense it." Glade tried to reassure his sister, licking her across the ear in affection. Citali turned to Lupo, her eyes glassy and voice shaky with fear. "Lupo, you must come back to our camp with us." Citali then directed her attention towards the bleak, darkening, sobbing sky, and gave a silent prayer to Tor, the wolf goddess. Glade was desperatly praying to Fenris, pleading that it would not be his sister's friend that was to die, but the Lera he brought with him.
Not even a Kerl should have to go through such a storm...
ooc:I don't know if Kuroi is coming, should we zmail her/him on Amz? Also, are we moving this RP to the StarWinder Dens, or keeping it here and saying that we are at the Dens?
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Post by Blizzard on Sept 3, 2005 15:16:25 GMT -5
OOC: Yes and yes to both of your questions
IC
Tepestas dropped the kneck of the Lera, his auds perking up as he looked around, his fur drenched. He shook his body, droplets of water spraying from him. Slightly satisfied, he grabbed the flesh, and dragged the Lera once more. He slid towards the camp, hoping that nothing would endanger him on the way. Looking up to the gloomy clouds, he thought in his head, Mighty Fenris, please guide and protect me as I try to feed my friends and packmates, and please make it so that we may eat tonight, or by the time I reach them. Turning his icy blue eyes back to the ground, he growled before beginging to walk faster, getting this urge to do so. Hoping that Fenris was helping him, he relied fully on his instincts as he strode forward, coninually praying to Fenris.
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Post by Gina on Sept 4, 2005 18:40:27 GMT -5
ooc:Okay....I'll zmail Kuroi. But we're just going to say that they're at the Dens, 'cause it's a little bit of trouble to move it, without getting confused and all....
ic:Glade tugged at his sister's tail to get her to move away from the center of the feild, and get closer to the coverage of the trees. Citali's eyes were glazed and the whites of her eyes were finally fading from their light pink state. She lifted her head up to the mournful, bleak Larn sky, and gave a great howl from deep within her belly.
The howl reminded Glade of a story he had heard as a pup, the story of Fren, favorite offspring of Va and Dammam, the first wolf and his mate. The story of how Fren, the most cunning and sly Varg in the history of the world, had stolen the howl from Tor.
Citali hurridly rushed past her dark brother and began her course back to the dens. The dense canopy of winter pines kept most of the rain from drenching her pelt even more, but it got harder and harder to see as Larn grew deeper and deeper, and more and more rain fell from Tor's eyes.
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Post by Blizzard on Sept 4, 2005 18:57:01 GMT -5
Tepestas paused in his movement, lifting his head up before dropping the scruff again, tilting back his head and howling deeply, his voice as strong as the mountain itself. It was to comfort Citali and Glade, reassuring them that he was still alive and well.
Bending down, he grabbed the red flesh and began to run once more, speeding up faster than last time. It was akward to run with his head tilted to the side, dragging a body almost the size of him. He tought for a moment, he saw Citali and Glade, but wasn't too sure. Hoping that he was, he continued running.
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Post by Gina on Sept 4, 2005 19:07:24 GMT -5
Citali's auds perked immediantly, hearing an answering call. Joy flooded through her limbs, making them strangely heavy as she eagerly barked to her brother. "Glade, he's okay! Tempestas is okay!"
The reason she had been so frightened was her past, and the secret feelings she had for her hiearchy equal. Her father had died shortly after her and Glade's birth, the same way Tempestas had started his journy for food. He had run out into a storm, and was never seen again.
Citali's leadened limbs eased into their normal lightness again, as she finaly reached the dens. Ducking under the tall stone cielings of one, she could only hear the annoying sound of heavy rain, hail and snow, all mixed together against the top of the den. She continued to pray to Tor that it really had been Tempestas who had howled, and not a Kerl or the deceiving Wolfbane.
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Post by Blizzard on Sept 4, 2005 19:27:08 GMT -5
Tempestas burst out of the forest, panting heavily from underneath the dead Lupo. "Next time this happens, I'm taking Glade along with me."
He lept up a group of rocks, heavily wetted once more. He grumbled loudly, throwing the Lupo to the ground," I need Glade for this, I'm too tired."
He tilted back his head, howling as hard as his weak vocals sould do so. He adverted them so they would sound in need, of ANYONE that would help him.
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Post by Gina on Sept 5, 2005 11:03:39 GMT -5
ooc:Umm...Blizz? Lupo is Kuroi's wolf, I don't think she's dead. Do you mean Lera?
ic:Citali was breathing heavily from the long, swift flight and was dozing in the back of the warm den. Glade, however, was eagerly awaiting Tempestas' return. His auds perked as he caught another howl on the icy, soaking wind.
Tempestas.... Glade's thoughts swirled around with the rain that had soaked into his ears, making him dizzy and his vision slightly blurred. Still, he managed to get his sopped limbs moving again, and eventually reached Tempestas.
"You called, Tempestas?" A small smile fluttered onto Glade's maw as he thought of his past hunts with the Alpha and his sister.
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Post by Blizzard on Sept 5, 2005 16:41:03 GMT -5
OOC: My bad...yeah Lupo ain't dead.....
IC: Tepestas nodded his head, growling towards the Lera, "I'm so angry with myself, but I'm extreamly weak from not eating latly. I need your help, Glade." He was panting, his toung feeling disgusting, and his limbs were feeling heavy. Motioning to the for quaters of the riendeer, he asked, "Can you carry it by it's sholders? I'll carry the hindquaters."
Shifting to the bottom half of the Lera, he layed down by it, awaiting Glade's movement.
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Post by Gina on Sept 6, 2005 19:23:13 GMT -5
ooc:Sorry, just makin' sure....
ic:Glade shook his head. "Nonsense, sir! No need to be angry with yourself, and no need for you to carry this thing! You're tired, and if Citali sees you like this she'll blame me!" A glint of humor flashed through his eyes, even the blind one.
"I'll cary the Lera on my back, it won't slow me down, I insist, let me do it, sir!" He dipped his head under the drenched, bloody body of the deer, lifting it onto his shoulders. He had always been strong, in the heart and in the body.
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