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arcane - Kaizer - November 02, 2016
No prey targeted by Kaizer that day would have prospered. He was fueled by an alien sense of hyper-attentiveness, driven by instinct and desperation to succeed. He treated the hunting part of the assignment as if his life depended on it, his singular focus to the task making him an inescapable voyeur for small prey. His first chosen quarry— a hare— went down without much effort. His face had been buffeted and scratched by the creature before dispatching it, but besides a small cut beneath his eye that would heal easily on its own, he was raring for another chase.
Boundlessly, the Bluesummer wolf pursued more prey; though he began to feel like he was wasting his time now, as two, then three more small mammals slipped from his grasp. Before retiring, he changed tactic. Tired of carrying his weight light enough to sneak upon rabbits, he decided to try an animal with worse hearing, and found himself stalking a flock of pheasants.
Instead of serving up a disaster at his initial lunge, the confusion of the crowd set afterwards caused enough of a scramble that Kaizer's reflexes were quick enough to recover and snag one of the feathered beasts out of the air.
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In the night following his departure from their borders, he returns; confident and eager, with bird and hare dangling haphazardly between clamped jaws. He began crossing through Caldera territory, following the stringent scent of @Fox (and to a lesser degree, the recognizably medicinal aroma of @Raven), so that he might show his worth to those he thought mattered. Or could, in the very least, be familiar with.
RE: arcane - Gannet - November 02, 2016
:B
Everything was confusing. More were disappearing, new were coming, and he didn't know how to make things happy again. Didn't know if it was possible. No matter what he did, Peregrine would still be gone.
He had gained a sister, apparently, though he had yet to meet her. Yet again, a family member was lost only to be immediately replaced, but unlike with Peter, this time Gannet felt no resentment.
Just worry. But when he was alone, he didn't have to worry about everyone else and how they were feeling. Alone he could just worry about himself, something that only recently seemed a good thing. Slowly he was working through his grief, but he couldn't when he was distracted.
Yet the anger; it had yet to leave. And so, when the youth ran across a stranger, he stopped short in shock. His mother's reaction last time flashed by; but that had been then. This time the stranger was inside, and mom wasn't here. Only he was, and only he could stop Liffey and Lagan from being taken, or Whip, or even mom.
His tail shot up and he lunged, legs churning as he there himself at the stranger without even a growl of warning. He was young, inexperienced, but eager to protect what was theirs.
RE: arcane - Kaizer - November 02, 2016
Kaizer caught the galloping sound with an alert turn of his ears, and knew immediately to drop what occupied his mouth so that he might defend himself. The fast-approach figure was all white as far as he could tell, and clearly intent on violating him. Though Bluesummer had come here at the mercy of this pack, he would prove to be no pushover, and it felt very natural for him to spar into the ranks— make his weight felt, as opposed to just being seen— which made him turn to meet the boy in kind, rather than submitting.
Mistakenly, he didn't know the boy carried a residual fury with him over the loss of his father. Kaizer fully expected a fair fight, where wolves did not seek to maim one another, only assert their dominance, but he did not anticipate true wrath towards his presence. He stutter-stepped away from the first attack, thankfully not taking any teeth that strike, but he lunged himself, seeking to capture the male by the nape with well-practiced teeth that would not in the least seek to break skin.
RE: arcane - Gannet - November 02, 2016
Gannet let his full momentum carry through, intending to leap teeth-first and make this intruder regret coming, but the adult was too agile. Not put out by his miss, Gannet whirled, only to moments later feel teeth press at his nape.
To the boy, this was a full on defense against one he thought an intruder, and so he did not accept the gesture as a dominance move. Instead he tore his nape from the weak grasp and snapped hard at the newcomer's shoulder and chest area, now with a warning snarl - Get out.
RE: arcane - Kaizer - November 02, 2016
The juvenile snarled, ripping away and then returned with tenfold the bite-pressure Kaizer had used on him. He felt teeth dig brazenly into crook of his forearm and shoulder, immediately drawing a steady flow of blood. The Chalice wolf recoiled in shock and pain, snarling as confusion stole away his thoughts, and he was left feeling slighted in a what he presumed to be a fair fight. The adolescent wasn't letting up, knowing the Bluesummer to be a trespasser and nothing more, but without the pack flanking him, the stranger of the two wolves decided that he had no reason to relent.
The boy just needed a slight humbling. Someone to go toe-to-toe with him until he was spent.
Without pausing to recover from the steaming flesh-wound he had been dealt, Kaizer surged forward in an attempt to overbear the boy, throwing out his paws to buffer his teeth, while his own jaws sought purchase against the side of the boy's neck, not intending to let him free this time, until he had him pinned and and relaxed beneath him.
Did you want start rolling or somfing ;)
RE: arcane - Whip - November 02, 2016
Following Peregine's demise, Whip stayed as close as he could to the family he had left. Mostly, Whip shadowed his brother Gannet whenever he could. Whip was finding it difficult to sort out the tumultuous emotions of the past few days, especially after losing the one outlet he had -- his father. Though he still had his mother around, she just wasn't the same. She didn't understand him like Peregrine did, nor did Whip feel she ever would.
Like his brother, Whip's grief had turned into embittered frustration. He wanted to lash out at something, anything. He would do whatever he needed to spread the pain that had descended over his family.
When Whip heard the struggle nearby, his attention was roused. Being nearby, he was upon his brother and a stranger shortly. The smell of blood lingered in the air, yet Whip didn't know if it belonged to his brother or the stranger. Whip did not wait long enough to find out before he entered the fray. He launched himself at the attacking wolf's neck -- and though he and his brother were both young and inexperienced when it came to fighting, he hoped that while they could not overpower the stranger, that they could somehow outmaneuver him together.
RE: arcane - Gannet - November 02, 2016
im fine with any outcome haha so up to you! I don't mind rolling but don't mind whatever ooc outcome is best for you :3
Gannet's blood was rising, and the taste of the stranger's blood only made it worse. He bit down eagerly until he was shaken off, but before he could retaliate again, he was on the ground.
Again teeth found his neck, but this time firmer. Gannet bared his teeth and began to struggle, heedless of how his pulling might cause the teeth to tear. While he twisted he struggled to get his paws under him, attempting to leverage his legs to push the wolf off of him.
RE: arcane - Kaizer - November 03, 2016
well, no rolling necessary with a 2-on-1 fight methinks lol can't wait to do this again!
Kaizer knew he was fighting a losing battle with the white wolf— almost his full-grown weight and therefore a severe challenge to contain— if only because he had broken their etiquette and trespassed. He might have thrown his weight down further if he hadn't become aware of the blood rushing in his ears on his right side; roaring... warning... warning...
His head twisted slightly, stormy eye widening as another adolescent clouded his view with teeth and tan fur. Kaizer released the white wolf and kicked backwards, twisting away from the second wolf with an absent patch of fur on the right side of his neck that said that he had been there. Unless in defense of someone, he would never engage in a fight where he was outnumbered. There was no sense in him losing life or limb over a clash in cultures.
The grey wolf ran, and would run as far as they chased. Redhawk's mettle had been tested twice now, and he found them a plenty sound group with enough scrap (even in their yearlings) to defend their own. From the shadow, to the black-footed and his tawny compatriot; Kaizer wanted to belong. His hard work hunting was gone to waste, but that didn't matter. He was incapable of holding such grudges, especially those over food or fights.
He would return, after dawn; after re-energizing, and with the light of day to guide him better than the cover of night had.
RE: arcane - Whip - November 03, 2016
When the stranger caught wind of Whip's presence in the scuffle, he wrenched away roughly. Despite the boys collective lack of experiance, the tide of battle had quickly, and perhaps unfairly, turned to their favor. Knowing that he was fighting a losing battle, the stranger tore away and made his hasty retreat. Whip seethed with misplaced anger, yet he made no move to give chace. Instead, he drew his attention and concern to his brother.
"Did he hurt you Gan?" asked Whip as he visually scanned his brother for injury. He appeared to be unhurt, but sometimes the worst injuries left no lasting marks. The presence of a stranger within the caldera -- unrelated by blood or long lasting familiarity -- was not welcome. Especially without Dad around to keep everyone safe. "If he comes back, we'll kill 'em."
The stranger had no place here, and Whip wanted his brother to know that he has his back.
RE: arcane - Gannet - November 03, 2016
One minute he was struggling and the next, the weight and pressure were gone. Gannet opened his mouth, sucking in a big breath and wrinkling his nose. Where did he go?
Then Whip was there, and it made a lot more sense. "No," he said, grinning and jumping up. If his brother hadn't come he would have been in trouble, but the two of them were apparently too much for the stranger! His struggling had caused the teeth clenched around his neck to break the skin, but the scratches were superficial, and currently he barely noticed them.
"Let's make sure he's gone", Gannet said suddenly, nuzzling his brother and then galloping a short ways after the retreating intruder. Just as far as the borders!! The chase would be more fun with his brother.
RE: arcane - Whip - November 15, 2016
With Gannet confirming that he hadn't been hurt in the scuffle, Whip felt a surge of pride. Together, they had defended the pack from a stranger -- whom Whip thoroughly believed intended to do them harm -- without acquiring any injury apart from a few scratches. It felt good. Perhaps this was why Ferret was the way he was, Whip thought to himself. Aggression was an outlet. When he was angry, Whip did not feel grief.
"Okay!" Whip enthusiastically replied after his brother suggested a chase. He set off behind his brother to race toward the border.