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dead man's chest - Nox - January 10, 2025
pack hunt!
here ye here ye, come meet the rest of the crew (lmk mercury & aelius if these assumptions aren't ok!)
single posts each round are welcome, round 1 ends 24th Jan
here ye here ye, come meet the rest of the crew (lmk mercury & aelius if these assumptions aren't ok!)
single posts each round are welcome, round 1 ends 24th Jan
Beneath the evergreen canopy, Murkwood thrived. Often did the bleedwood trees see the captain patrolling with @Emris or exploring new grounds with @Meredith. And when he was not with them, Noxir sought the coward @Firefly or their newest recruits @Aelius and @Hex. But while their ranks expanded, he couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was missing; a camaraderie of such that they had yet to foster.
He came upon the tracks of a large herd of white-tailed deer seeking shelter from the flatlands, nose twitching as with them came the scent of rotting flesh. They harboured the weak, the sick - at this time of year it was common for those of ill-health to fall behind the rest. Where this forest would become the final resting place of one, it served an opportunity for feast and entertainment for others.
It was time to rally the troops.
A high-pitched howl sounded from within the ancient sequoias, summoning all that called this place home to partake - even the bait-wolf @Worm. And when they would eventually emerge from the gloom, Noxir would motion to the trail and the chase would begin.
RE: dead man's chest - Meredith - January 10, 2025
she moved swiftly through the dense shadow of murkwood, the captain’s call pulling her from the river’s edge. droplets of water clung to her fur, the remnants of her earlier hunt now forgotten as her paws carried her toward the sound.
her steps were deliberate, weaving through the towering bleedwood trees with practiced ease. the forest whispered its secrets to her—fresh trails, distant rustles, and the faint scent of decay that hung on the air, promising a kill.
when she reached him, she needed no words. her posture spoke of readiness, her pale eyes flicking to noxir before settling on the trail he indicated. without hesitation, meredith fell into step, her focus now entirely on the hunt to come.
RE: dead man's chest - Worm - January 10, 2025
making some assumptions on Worm's captive-esque role in the pack, just lmk if i should edit!
She had not been without eyes on her since she'd taken up residence among the coast wolves, not that she'd expected otherwise, but the distrust in each stare tickled something in her. She met each stare with an intense one of her own each time, seeing how much she could rattle some of them with just those ghostly silver peepers of hers. It was a funny enough way to pass the time while she waited for the raid.
What sort of distraction would she be? Worm laid on her side, fidgeting with a small bone between her forepaws while she thought of it, running different scenarios over and over; in this tightrope-walking act, she felt alive. There was few other things that gave her such a rush.
No longer was she motivated by survival. It had been a while since then. Her motivations now were merely self-satisfying. What fun she could reap before she was returned to the dirt, or perhaps the sea.
When the captain's call ripped through the air, she pulled herself from her thoughts, rounded, coyish ears attuned to the pitch. The vermin would waste little time in slinking into the shadows, moulding them to herself; her pace was quick, her steps light. Her arrival was announced by the intentional shifting of bramble, from which she crept out and settled near Meredith.
So they would kill something today. The scent of rot already hung heavy in the wind.
What sort of distraction would she be? Worm laid on her side, fidgeting with a small bone between her forepaws while she thought of it, running different scenarios over and over; in this tightrope-walking act, she felt alive. There was few other things that gave her such a rush.
No longer was she motivated by survival. It had been a while since then. Her motivations now were merely self-satisfying. What fun she could reap before she was returned to the dirt, or perhaps the sea.
When the captain's call ripped through the air, she pulled herself from her thoughts, rounded, coyish ears attuned to the pitch. The vermin would waste little time in slinking into the shadows, moulding them to herself; her pace was quick, her steps light. Her arrival was announced by the intentional shifting of bramble, from which she crept out and settled near Meredith.
So they would kill something today. The scent of rot already hung heavy in the wind.
RE: dead man's chest - Hex - January 10, 2025
Murkwood. It was an apropos name for this dark forest, constantly cast in shadow—even the Ridge had been given some semblance of light.
It perfectly mirrored the condition of his soul.
Noxir and a pair of she-wolves had gathered to the summons, and now it was Hex's turn to arrive on scene. He gave no greeting nor remark, instead standing to the side and waiting for the next command.
A hunt, apparently. He had organized his pack's one and only big game pursuit, but where some wolves might have smarted from the demotion, the lack of power, Hex found relief in it.
He was not in charge. Perhaps he was never meant to have been in charge.
RE: dead man's chest - Aelius - January 11, 2025
So this was what it was to live among mortals.
Murkwood was as different from Sunfil Grove as Aelius had been from Acheron, but Aelius had never belonged as a god at his father's side. Already, he felt more at home with the raff Noxir had gathered round him here more than he ever had with the gilded throng.
How would father like to see him now? Aelius was nameless to him, anyway. Why should he care where or how he made a name for himself now?
When the rangy boy finally navigated to the call, most of the others had already assembled, Meredith and Noxir, the most familiar. Used to taking charge, he nearly settled next to Noxir on instinct - but he caught himself and fell into line at Hex's side, deer tracks studding the trail they followed.