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    Pack Of The Elder Bird


    plot ✦ wolves ✦ rules ✦ positions


    WHAT IS THE PLOT?


    A young wolf (first come, fist serve) is brought into a small pack of wondering wolves. Over time, more wolves (once lost out in the cold or abandoned by their pack) find their way into the pack and become valued members. These wolves are soon tasked with traveling across the snowy tundra in search of the ''Elder Bird'' - A strange bird-like being with the power to restore the land and grant wishes. On their way they must care for their new found youngling and overcome the difficulties that come with new wolves, pups, the meaning of family, and their adventure.


    SPECIFIC/ACTIVE WOLVES


    CURRENT RANKS
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    The post was edited 2 times, last by Orokana ().

    //Of course! Pardon my low muse reply. Haha!

    Y'Ven paced about the small space that the pack had come to claim as their temporary home, his slate colored nails clicking rhythmically against the hard stone and his tail thrashing through the air in thought, He paused, glancing back at a few of his pack mates and letting his eyes land on the small pup he had found out within the cold before sliding once more to the damp, hard walls of the cave. The pack needed food but most were too exhausted to hunt. Perhaps he could round up a few who would stand a chance against the elk that roamed the lands... No, no. They were tired, sleep must come first then filling their bellies. Y'Ven paused slightly and dipped his head down as he continued to argue with himself.

    Anne sighed tiredly, her eyes bleary with exhaustion. They had been walking around for what felt like millions of years. She especially was tired but she knew that she couldn't call it quits yet. She had to provide for them too. The pup needed her and she was going to get her something good to eat. She saw Y'Ven pacing about looking like he was in deep thought. Anne blinked at him before yawning, her mouth stretching to show her pearly canines. Anne then rose to her paws and shook herself, "we need to get food." She quietly huffed to Y'Ven. She didn't want to disturb anybody. A thousand thoughts were running through her head and she couldn't just sit and take a moment. She had to move around and get her head cleared. Either way they needed food, everyone was exhausted. Anne stretched and cracked her back. "I'll go out if you don't want to." She scanned Y'Ven before looking away. She was fine with putting herself on the line.


    //Same though :_:


    Little emotion was held upon her countenance, though if you looked close enough a ghost of a smile came forth. Rok'Sha was drawn back to the many things she has done in her life, the bad, and well, the not so bad. The evil that she does continues to stay alive after her; passed down onto her offspring (when she has them at least) -- nary good will be oft interred within her bones, no, not even a sliver. Such brutish beasts, painted in onyx and alabaster tresses, such a glamorous siren who held pure power in her paws. She was a Queen, but like every queen she has her suspects who are welcomed to fear at the presence of such royalty, and this makes her a Tyrant. You may say she bequeathed this as a rich legacy, written in blood on the wounds of her enemies; for she will kiss their fates away and thus fade into a black void.


    The titan halted, lost in her own thoughts as she began to expand on something far more insidious. Flexing her muscles just a tad to release the pain that coursed through her body. Except as she'd begin to think the silent pattering of a hummingbird soothes her unease physique. The goddess flashed her emerald gem stones towards the tiny soul, watching intensively with extreme interest as its wings were in a sync of cryptic motion, never did they rest to take a break. While the demon and beaked creature were in a intense eye-to-eye duel, Rok'Sha could hear its tiny heart rattling like a machine gun. 'What a thing.' The demonic dame thought betwixt the many thoughts gorged in her mind, yet that was the one that stuck out the most at this point.


    With the hummingbird still hovering above Rok'Sha's crown she'd return her attention onto the whole of her awakening pack, locking eyes for a moment with a few of them before miens erupted from concealed kois. Y'Ven, Anne, come. I think it's time we gather a hunting party, fuel up, we have a long journey ahead of us. The babe shifted upon her throne, whisking her way down the bolder and onto the earth's materialized furnace, she would thus rotate her crown around the small structure of the trees that harbored their beings. She looked at the sky, watched the clouds move wayward above our heads, and she seen at that moment it was time she found a better home for her pack.


    Speech, 'thoughts', other's speech

    fangs °


    ♔Sydrin

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    ➳ The small pup shivered slightly, not because she was cold, but simply because she felt a bug crawl up her back. Standing on four wobbly paws, the three month old puppy shook her pelt, knocking the little critter away from her. She stumbled, but lied down to cover up her falter. Tiny rumbles made her ears perk. Oh... She thought. I forgot I'm hungry.

    These words you should always remember,to you, my heart I surrender...

    Y'Ven dipped his head to Rok'Sha and sniffed out a warm greeting to Anne as he passed her and moved to follow after the dame. "Me and Anne are ready. I don't know whom else could join us, but we should do for now so long as we target a weaker beast." He replied trailing after her, his pelt dragging against the rough bark of trees and caressing the cold, withering leaves of a bush. The male could smell, for the first time in a while, something that could potentially be eaten. A rabbit, small and scrawny, but enough to feed at least one wolf or two pups all together. The male turned to Anne then Rok'Sha and gestured to the Alpha female with furrowed ''brows''. "A rabbit. What say you? Shall we take it?" He let his eyes once against trail from one female to another as he continued to sniff at the cold, biting air.


    //I have to leave in a tizzle, so I'll be off and on through out the next few hours. Ahh, life... ^^;

    Anne lifted her head when she heard Rok'sha's voice cut through the air like a sharp fang. Her ears white ears folded back and she dipped her head when Y'Ven said they were ready. It was true, they needed to leave soon. Anne trotted towards Sydrin noticing that the pup was awake. "We will be getting food for you soon." She sniffed the pup's flank and nudged her gently. "Just take the time to rest." Anne felt her heartstrings pull for her, it wasn't easy to eat in this condition. There was nothing to eat in general. After getting assembled they headed out, the smaller female bumping into the two wolves at times and muttering apologies. They didn't seem to care so she just kept moving on. The smell of rabbit was heavy in the air for once and it was sketchy to her. "I don't know if we should take this." She curled her lip. "There could be a reason why it was only eaten a little bit." She looked at Rok'Sha and Y'Ven. "I don't know about this....."she sniffed the area trying to make better sense of the situation.

    The male looked to Anne with a nod and then to Rok'Sha, "Anne's right... Maybe we should move on. Forget the scrawny thing, perhaps something better lies ahead...?" As he spoke he let his eyes trail across the undergrowth and between the overgrown and slightly gnarled trees that barricaded the clearing from the rest of the forest. It had been quite a while since a full herd of elk or even deer had been spotted, as of late they had been traveling on their own with seemingly no care in the world. The male tuned back into the real world as his thoughts and worries scattered from his brain and he sniffed at the ground. He couldn't smell anything other than cold snow and old traces of rodents.



    //Low muse!!


    Rok'Sha's titanic frame towers over the two, her muscles twitch in slight vexation in the midst of the two wolves - their bodies guarding each side of Rok'Sha as if she were going to be harmed. Amusing, but she was quick to withdrawal from snapping at the lot of them. Her patience growing thin, not just because it was going to take the entire pack to search and hunt down food, but because these two had no idea how to hunt in snow. It was quite easy, well, this damsel of destruction labeled it as easy as chasing a mouse into a trap. Bout as easy as snapping the neck of an aging wolf.


    You two need to learn how to hunt. And it's high time I taught you a thing or two about hunting in snow, even in a blizzard it's possible to catch meek prey, if you know what your doing. Considering this pack never truly learned how to hunt in winter, given my foreign affairs before residing here might as well show you lot the ropes.


    Rok'Sha shook her thick woven pelt, the sharp cool sting of winter's breeze only slightly nipping at the female's eyes. Taking a couple steps towards the rabbit, analyzing it's physique and taking note that it's rib cage was visible - not the best kind of prey to consume. So, she moved onward. Her paws light as a feather while prowling across the earth, scanning ahead of her as her vision veers out across the tundra, her nose aligned toward the sky as she took in the zephyr acid. It's cool calamity held a strong aroma of deer, it was fresh but still faint with winter's numbness. She turned her crown back to Y'Ven and Anne, her tail beckoning them to her side. She'd lower her voice, knowing damn well that with the wind picking up pace that their scent as well as voices will travel.


    Y'Ven I want you to make your way over that growth, take a sharp right and avoid the stream up ahead and be light on your feet, keep your body low and nose to the sky, follow the sounds of rushing water. Anne, I need you to come with me I'll let you know where to position yourself once I feel we are close enough.


    The mighty goddess whisks her way to the left, veering off to the side of some trees and avoiding any branches that could break her stealth and alert the deer. As she grew closer, but keeping a fair distance, Rok'Sha looked over her shoulder to Anne and allowed her tail to do the directioning. Pointing her tail to the left, behind a rather large rock that clung to the water's edge, only a few feet where the doe drank from the waterhole. Now, with her wolves positioned, she would wait for the right time to strike, but it had to be fast and clean. No mistakes. Rok'Sha takes a gander at Y'Ven and then back to Anne. With a tip of her head Rok'Sha eased her way up behind the hoofed beast, angling her body to the side just in case it tries to bolt and once she felt as though she was close enough she initiated the attack. A soft growl emitting from her thorax as her claws sunk into the hide of the creature, using her weight to anchor it's backside down and jerking it towards the right of her that way it's balance was jeopardized - hoping either of her wolves would or both would deliver the final kill.


    Speech, 'thoughts', other's speech

    fangs °

    Anne glanced at Rok'Sha from the side, the wolf was all muscle and looked like she could crush a moose's skull in with a single bite. Anne watched as Rok'Sha's eyes glittered with something. Light heartiness? Or unimaginable frustration? Anne was a tad scared of her. She blew smoke out of her nose just like in Anne's eyes. Shaking herself she had to focus on the hunt, now is not the time. I can't think stupid things like that, especially Rok'Sha. She nodded to herself in agreement and switched her weight from her left paw to her right. The snow was clumping in between her toes. Back home she lived in the warmer side so she never truly dealt with snow. Her grand wolf would talk about when she was a pup, how much snow decorated the floors. She would always say that it was a tough way to live, it was always winter there. When she was born however, it got hotter and the snow melted more. So she was run into a lot of snow but that would be if she traveled even more north. She was snapped out of her thoughts when Rok'Sha started to order the two of them.


    "You two need to learn how to hunt. And it's high time I taught you a thing or two about hunting in snow, even in a blizzard it's possible to catch meek prey, if you know what your doing. Considering this pack never truly learned how to hunt in winter, given my foreign affairs before residing here might as well show you lot the ropes."

    Rok'Sha didn't looked pleased so Anne just tried her best to agree and placate. "Of course!" She quietly mumbled to the bigger wolf. She was right and she best make it okay before she gets her
    behind chewed.


    "Y'Ven I want you to make your way over that growth, take a sharp right and avoid the stream up ahead and be light on your feet, keep your body low and nose to the sky, follow the sounds of rushing water. Anne, I need you to come with me I'll let you know where to position yourself once I feel we are close enough."


    She was relieved that they weren't thinking of consuming the half eaten rabbit, she knew too many wolves who were laid up with an illness from spoiled rabbits or small prey. She knew the warning signs of something tainted or just something marked as territory. Anne didn't believe that they were in too deep of starvation. We will prevail! She cheerfully called in her mind. She smiled softly to herself before returning stoic and concentrated. A cold gust of wind made her eyes squeeze shut and shiver. Thankfully, the cold wasn't too bitter for her and she could press on wards.


    She watched as Y'Ven slipped away and then she followed Rok'Sha. She was nervous but willing to listen. She sped off after the muscular she-wolf, Anne's lanky body trying to keep up at the pace without disclosing their position. She saw Rok'Sha glance but she wasn't going to make her worried or irritated. She was going to get this done! Anne crouched with Rok'Sha and waited. Her heart pounded and her paws tingled with excitement. Anne felt like she was a pup being taken out for her first hunting session. The pressure to leap was staggering and she wanted to leap and sink her fangs in. Rok'Sha made the first move. She managed to cling to it's pelt and this was Anne's chance. The wolf leaped and grabbed hold of the back of the creature's neck.


    She plunged her fangs in and growled, she felt the vibrations bounce off the skin and Anne did her best. She brought it to it's knees, the additional weight made it hard for it to stand. It huffed and wailed as she used her paws to claw at it's shoulders. Anne wanted to look for Y'Ven but she wasn't going to loose grip anytime soon. "This isn't enough pressure." Anne's muffled voice cried out as the creature began to thrash. She was thrown off but stayed on her feet. Anne dug her teeth into the shoulder and shook viciously. She wasn't going to be merciful like in her softer kill hunts.

    The male gave a wide but brief nod of his narrow head before slipping away into the dense undergrowth where he slid across the snowy ground, paws being placed carefully as he maneuvered across small patches of ice and angled up beside the stream. The smell of fish, algae, and frozen water hit his nostrils making him let out a light huff of disgust. He hated water with a passion but for now he would have to make due. He had a pack to feed after all. The male dipped down along the stream's banks his paws digging into the wet sand and maneuvered his body to be positioned just out of view of the large, hooved beast. Y'Ven, taking a moment to look for Anne and Rok'Sha, launched himself from his hiding place once the sounds of clashing erupted. The wails of terror and agitation reached his ears when the beast came into clear view. Wide shoulders and strong legs swung to and fro as it threw off Anne leaving her to attack it once more. He bore his teeth, dark lips peeled back in a vicious snarl as he plunged himself at the creature, slate colored claws claiming a place in the warm hid of the creature.



    The male felt himself being swayed to the side, the weight of his body making his claws leave their mark but kept his teeth clamped to the hooved beast's shoulder. He held up a paw, claws gleaming against the cold winter sun, and ran it down the beast's flank with a angry fury known only to him as hunting rage. He was determined to feed his pack and the young pup whom they had found in the clearing. He needed, no wanted to bring back something to keep the pack going. The snow around him was cold and deep as the beast shoved him off and into the deep snow bank at the edges of the clearing. Branches of buried bushes raked across his back and left minor scars across his skin but overall got tangled in his sandy fur before he leapt from the bank and once more into battle. The hooved creature let out a slightly mournful cry as Anne clung to its shoulder and Y'Ven took his as his chance to aim for its neck. His teeth digging into the beast's jugular where he clung to it momentarily before being pushed aside once more. Enraged with being flung about like a dead rabbit, the wolf clamped his jaws around the hooved monster's back leg making it stumble. He prayed Anne, or perhaps Rok'Sha, would end this creature...

    Anne nearly sobbed with relief when a body crashed into the snowy clearing. Lips curled and eyes ready to kill, Y'ven was here to help. She panted and squeezed down tighter on the shoulder. Blood poured from her lips and stained her white coat. It stuck to her throat and even invaded her nose. She lost grip and went down, her small stature heaving and panting. Anne wasn't strong enough or big enough. She was only used to hunting in huge packs of 10 wolves. 10 wolves could maim a hoove'd beast like this in no time and Anne had experience doing this.


    Anne noticed that Y'ven too was struggling too and now all three wolves were doing their best. Thankfully, the beast was on its knees and gushing blood from every surface. "Rok'Sha! I think you have to kill it! We aren't strong enough!" The wolf panted and grabbed at a stray ankle that was close to kicking into Rok'Sha's flank. "Please hurry, anyone!" She growled through clenched teeth. "He's almost dead!" She ripped into the thigh and chewed as hard as she could. The animal letting out wails of anguish and agony as its body was being torn, it thrashed harder and smacked Anne in the face. The sharp hoove colliding when her cheek bone and she fell backwards. Vision impaired she managed to stagger to her feet and grab back onto the same leg with just as much vigor.


    Rok'Sha felt a boiling rage fester into a kind of cataclysm inside her vessel, she didn't understand how not only two wolves, but three couldn't even slaughter this frail beast. It was pitiful, therefore, Rok'Sha had to take the final kill. Finally having enough of watching Anne and Y'ven being flung off the deer like rag dolls, the crazed banshee let out an awful growl and used the rest of her weight to knock the creature to the snow bank below. Her body mass shifting on either side, in order to distribute her massive weight on each side of her fore appendages and leaped over the frantic Anne in order to collide her colossal foundations upon the chest of the beast who fought against the wolves whose life hung by a thread.


    Rok'Sha lost herself in the heat of the moment, taking her fangs and striking like a venomous snake at it's thorax. The taste of it's toxic fondue sank down her throat as she drank down the sanguine fluid of the poor, helpless hoofed mammal. The satanic demon who fed off the deer's neck was in a comatose, consumed by the delicious nectar of the creature's blood. But she managed to shake herself out of it in order to deliver the final blow, she'd clamp her jaws shut against it's windpipe, her head thrashing left and right and once she had it's neck fragile she'd place a single paw on the head and jerk downward to snap it's neck. the flesh on the beast tearing at the seams and the harder she'd pull and yank the more the deer's head became amputated from it's body, once it was fully dismembered she'd rise to her full height and drop the remnants of the creature from her jowls.


    And that is how you kill meek prey. Rok'Sha hissed, licking her maw to soak up the rest of the blood with her tongue. Her tail twitched to the sides of her, opening her koi's once more to direct an order. Take each shoulder, both of you and carefully drag it back home. I'll fetch the head.


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    Rok'Sha leaped over her body and Anne never felt more small than in that moment. She couldn't kill a deer by herself and Rok'Sha practically on top of her at all times. The young she wolf flattened her ears as she watched Rok'Sha tussle the deer around. The deer was battered and even if they had let it go it would die. It would bleed out onto the snow and leave a trail of apple red blood. Annette watched as Rok'Sha grabbed the deer and with a sickening pop, killed it on the spot. It's neck splayed and it's body limp. Anne was more sorry than anything, in her pack they didn't kill like this. They thanked it and then dined. Rok'Sha was a beast among wolves, her body and strength was comprehensible. She wasn't in her pack anymore and she needed to let that go, Anne shook her head as a migraine started to form.


    I was right, she could kill it like it was nothing. Anne panted and looked at Y'ven. She worried about the male, he looked just as tired as her. They watched Rok'Sha tower over the body like it was nothing. The limp deer's eyes already clouded over and it looked like a complete murder scene on the tiny patch of snow. She looked down at her body and at the sickeningly bright red and brown blood that decorated her body. I'll have to clean up, I don't want the pup to see me like this. She thought with a sigh. The deer's head was off it's body and it even rolled about, it was a sight to see. This was the most intense hunting session she had ever been in. Next time I might just hunt rabbits by myself, it'll boost my self esteem.... she thought with aggravation. I'm just not as strong or big as Rok'Sha! Of course she could kill it! Anne argued with herself but still felt shame linger over her pelt. Speaking of Rok'Sha, she looked pissed.


    "And that is how you kill meek prey"


    Anne frowned but said nothing, it was best to just keep out of the splash zone of Rok'Sha's anger. She grabbed a shoulder and waited for Y'ven as well before tugging it back to their makeshift den.