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good, honest work - Dolce - December 31, 2024
aw, but preferably bearclaw wolves! lookin to get some trade posts in on hunting or mercenary!
a newly minted claw, dolce felt the undeniable itch to put himself to work. to prove himself, to provide. it was a change; this wasn't any gang, where he'd rob and kill for scraps. this was something greater; something important. a second chance he wanted to sink his teeth into, to conquer.
and so he set out; the outlaw prowled through the freshly laid snow, through the meadow where he kept his nose to the ground, huffing in whatever scents were provided, scouting for tracks, searching for anything suspicious, or perhaps prey.
RE: good, honest work - Cole - December 31, 2024
The hulking outlaw moved with purpose, his frame cutting through the meadow's stillness like a blade. Cole let out a low grunt in greeting, not bothering to mask the tension that had coiled in his chest for days.
Recent border skirmishes had soured his mood, leaving him sharper, more withdrawn. The valley had always been a place of pride and strength, but lately, it felt like a tinderbox ready to ignite.
He straightened slightly, his amber eyes narrowing as they locked on Dolce. The man carried himself with confidence—good. They’d need every ounce of it if trouble found them again.
Anything out there?Cole's voice was gruff, his tone edged with impatience. His gaze flicked toward the horizon before returning to Dolce, searching for signs of news—or prey.
RE: good, honest work - Dolce - January 02, 2025
dolce met cole with a side-ward, knowing glance. tension rolled off the man in waves. nearly palpable. "hard week?" he grumbled with a nod in greeting. "reckon' ya look like y'need to sink your teeth into somethin'." he mused.
he turned his attention back toward the horizon, nostrils flaring. "ain't much. caught a scent of a mule deer." he prowled forward; they'd be sure to find fresh tracks eventually. if cole chose to join him, he'd offer a silent invitation for him to hunt alongside him. and if not, he'd manage on his own.
following the faint scent, he lumbered through the snow and dead thickets.
RE: good, honest work - Cole - January 02, 2025
Cole chuffed, a short sound of agreement, his amber eyes narrowing briefly as he scanned the horizon alongside Dolce.
You could say that again,he muttered, the weight of the week sitting heavy in his tone. Still, the mention of a mule deer sparked a flicker of interest. His muscles shifted as he adjusted his stance, already preparing for the hunt.
Let’s try for it,he said, stepping forward to join Dolce’s path through the snow. There wasn’t much to say beyond that, the mutual understanding of purpose between them requiring no excess words. The promise of the hunt was enough.
RE: good, honest work - Dolce - January 15, 2025
"that's what i like'ta hear." dolce mused with a low rumble. amicable silence settled between the two outlaws then. he took the lead for now, nostrils flaring as the mulie's scent slowly grew stronger, and the snow the tred upon dotted with it's hoof prints.
there was a clearing up ahead. he stopped at the tree line, eyes squinted as he surveyed. a group of three does, trifling through the snow in search of anything green that may hide beneath. with a grunt, he swung his head to peer at cole. "y'wanna lead? reckon i could flank 'em, if you wanna drive 'em toward me." he offered.
there was a clearing up ahead. he stopped at the tree line, eyes squinted as he surveyed. a group of three does, trifling through the snow in search of anything green that may hide beneath. with a grunt, he swung his head to peer at cole. "y'wanna lead? reckon i could flank 'em, if you wanna drive 'em toward me." he offered.
RE: good, honest work - Cole - January 15, 2025
Cole gave a single nod, his amber eyes flicking toward the mule deer ahead.
Sounds like a plan,he said simply, his tone steady and focused. He stepped back slightly, shifting his weight as he moved to allow Dolce a better position to track the small herd.
He scanned the clearing briefly, taking in the lay of the land and the path the deer seemed to favor. His ears twitched, and with a quiet exhale, he murmured,
I’ll drive ‘em your way. Be ready.
With that, Cole started his approach, his movements low and deliberate, muscles coiled with anticipation. The faint crunch of snow under his paws was the only sound as he crept closer, preparing to execute their plan.
RE: good, honest work - Dolce - March 26, 2025
"you got it, boss." dolce nods, before he's breaking off to take his position. shielding himself behind thicket and branches that hang low, a halfhearted attempt to hide himself. the deer wouldn't see him before it's too late, not with the tunnel vision it'd get in it's panicked state of flight.
patience is a virtue, one he's begun to grasp. and so he stands still and waits, watching cole make his approach. steeling himself for the moment he will leap and make the mark.
patience is a virtue, one he's begun to grasp. and so he stands still and waits, watching cole make his approach. steeling himself for the moment he will leap and make the mark.
RE: good, honest work - Cole - March 26, 2025
Cole gave a curt nod, golden eyes scanning the terrain ahead as he moved into place. The wind was in their favor, carrying their scent away from the unsuspecting mule deer grazing just beyond the tree line.
He moved slow, deliberate. Each step was calculated, his weight shifted low to the ground to avoid the crunch of frostbitten twigs. The muscles along his shoulders rippled beneath a thick coat of fur, honed by years of quiet tracking and kill-strikes in the snow-covered wilds.
He glanced once toward Dolce—well-hidden, steady—and gave the slightest flick of his ear. That was all the signal needed.
The mule deer lifted its head. Too late.
Cole surged forward in a burst of raw force, growling low in his chest as he barreled into the open. The deer bolted, its hooves scrambling for purchase—but it ran straight toward the trap they’d set.
Right toward Dolce.
Now,Cole rumbled under his breath, voice sharp as flint, already closing in from behind.
End it.
RE: good, honest work - Dolce - March 30, 2025
he waits. he watches; cole is fierce with his approach. the doe's panicked bleat, followed by the thunder of its hooves, are a welcomed sound. muscles coil beneath his short coat, his docked tail twitching as energy bubbles in his veins. and yet, he doesn't move from his spot. not until the doe is barreling toward him, it's tail a white flag.
he lunges when cole orders him to. surges from the thicket with a rumble, lips curled and jaws parted. yellowed teeth finding purchase in the doe's neck as it crashed against him. he digs his hind legs into the dirt, skidding a few inches back until his bulwark form allows no further push. with a rough pull, he drags the doe down. off her feet, her side slamming against the earth with a puff of dust.
dolce towers above it, yanking at the creature's fragile neck until it snaps. it's legs thrash and kick; he does not drop it from his grasp until it finally stills, it's eyes glossing over with lifelessness.
he spits the neck from his jaws with a rasp. "fine work, cole." his voice rough, but no less earnest.
he lunges when cole orders him to. surges from the thicket with a rumble, lips curled and jaws parted. yellowed teeth finding purchase in the doe's neck as it crashed against him. he digs his hind legs into the dirt, skidding a few inches back until his bulwark form allows no further push. with a rough pull, he drags the doe down. off her feet, her side slamming against the earth with a puff of dust.
dolce towers above it, yanking at the creature's fragile neck until it snaps. it's legs thrash and kick; he does not drop it from his grasp until it finally stills, it's eyes glossing over with lifelessness.
he spits the neck from his jaws with a rasp. "fine work, cole." his voice rough, but no less earnest.
RE: good, honest work - Cole - March 30, 2025
Cole approached, his breath steady despite the chase. Dust clung to the edges of his pelt, and blood darkened the earth between them. He looked at the doe—lifeless now—then up at Dolce.
Couldn’t have done it without you,he said, voice low but solid. Genuine.
He stepped beside the fallen creature, giving it a final glance, then nodded once in quiet respect for the kill.
Let’s get it back before the scavengers catch wind.His golden eyes flicked toward the treeline, always watching.
We’ll eat well tonight.
With a final look to Dolce—an acknowledgment not just of the hunt, but of the bond formed in it—he reached down, gripped the doe’s hind leg in his jaws, and began the long pull home.