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[PH] torruk - Solharr - February 18, 2025
PACK HUNT! First round ends Wed., Feb. 26!
the morning air was sharp with frost, biting at his nose as sólhárr stepped onto the snowy rise. his breath fogged the crisp air, gold eye scanning the lowlands where pine and ice met in a vast, endless stretch. the thaw crept in slowly, but the cold still ruled this place.it was a good day for blood.
his chest rumbled with a low breath, grounding himself before he tipped his head back, parting his jaws in a long, commanding howl. it carried far over the glacier, a summons that would not be ignored.
we hunt elk. strong one!
there was no mistaking the tone—this was not a request. it was a call to arms, a promise of meat and marrow for those who proved worthy.
sólhárr stood tall, ear flicking to the wind as he waited. soon, they would gather. soon, they would run. soon, the snow would be stained red.
RE: [PH] torruk - Pangur - February 18, 2025
Pangur, of course, was not far behind; especially never far behind where the hunt was concerned.
She heeded to his call quickly, with a warm grin stretched ear to ear and a happy trot carrying her over.
Strong one. Oh she hoped in her heart that it was him! The great father elk they'd come to pass by when winter was but a gentle wisp on the land.
She'd asked the gods for this challenge, and found herself giddy that they might have delivered. An aligning of stars, set in the sky above the forests of Forneskja.
She heeded to his call quickly, with a warm grin stretched ear to ear and a happy trot carrying her over.
Strong one. Oh she hoped in her heart that it was him! The great father elk they'd come to pass by when winter was but a gentle wisp on the land.
Before, they were only two. Today they would be many.
She'd asked the gods for this challenge, and found herself giddy that they might have delivered. An aligning of stars, set in the sky above the forests of Forneskja.
Pangur was born with a readiness that rivalled the hunger of a lapping flame. She waited with anticipation to see who else would come to join them. The gods watched, and she intended to impress them.
RE: [PH] torruk - Luhtar - February 25, 2025
when he arrives, he lifts his head, yellow eyes flicking between sólhárr and pangur. the eager grin on her face is met with a knowing smirk of his own.
strong one!he rumbles with excitement, with agreement, amusement hot upon his breath.
his tail gives a single, measured wag before he plants himself firm, rolling his shoulders to loosen them. it has been some time since he felt the thrill of the chase, the weight of a beast beneath his teeth.
he is eager!
RE: [PH] torruk - Reilly - February 25, 2025
Kind of a cameo/one post unless otherwise brought back.
A rushed breath out—Forneskja’s regal called to them—the demand in his voice clear and she felt the pull of it. Still, the curl of her lip was given—the pale form of the gilded faerie on the outskirts of the group as warm honey eyes traced toward him—an idle shake of her muzzle given to the leader in question.
She itched—claws gripping the still snow-laden grounds. Her heat would be upon her soon—only now the beginnings of it fading to more. Her time with the unknown witch passed did not soothe her… no, it had frayed her more.
Solharr offered her home and hearth here—but this call of her body—new to her, but not unknown—it was what drove her to give the large man and his other companions one look—apologetically—before dispersing from the trees—away, away, away—
—a choice to be made. Her presence for right now would only hinder and not help the mother wolf of these lands.
RE: [PH] torruk - Solharr - March 21, 2025
sólhárr stood poised atop the rise, amber-blue eyes scanning the thickets below. the herd had moved since morning—he could feel it in the earth, smell it on the wind—but one bull lingered. old. heavy. a king past his prime, but no less dangerous.
pangur arrived first, her energy crackling like lightning in a bottle. her joy was contagious, and for a moment he allowed a brief grin to tug at the edge of his mouth. she was born to run, he thought.
then came lūhtar, his steady heat and muscle grounding the moment like a stone. sólhárr dipped his head to both in greeting.
this is good,he murmured, his voice the low rasp of snow breaking beneath a paw.
we are swift. we are strong.
he turned toward the trees where the herd had vanished.
the bull lingers west, near the ash break. his leg is stiff—he favors the right. but he is not without fight.
his gaze flicked between them.
we flank. pangur, take the left. cut him if he veers. luhtar, run with me on the right. we drive him into the narrow ravine—trap him in the frost.
his tone sharpened, the chieftain now full in form.
no show of teeth until i give the word. we bring him down clean.