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May Your Sorrows Have a Name - Luka Iva - January 10, 2014
After his reunion with Scimitar Luka had been left with a feeling of happiness. He was curious about the other wolves in his pack. Their scents filled his nose but he had yet to see any of them. He figured staying on the interior of the forest would bring him closer to some of them. While wandering around the darkened forest he noted some of the plants that grew in the small patches of light that filled the darkened void. Most of them were dead or in hibernation because of the cold. He bent down and sniffed most of the plants that he found on his way. Some were familiar others were not. He noticed an outburst in the plant Lily of the Valley. Luka's face contorted as he came to the realization that he would have to travel outside of his own territory to find any plants that could help with his medicinal talents. Many useful plants would not grow under the evergreens. He scolded himself for even trying to look for medicinal herbs and plants while near evergreens. His mother taught him from the time he was a pup the places to look for plants and a darkened evergreen void was not one of those places. Luka sighed and walked onward to the outskirts of their territory hoping to find some patch of light to guide him. |
RE: May Your Sorrows Have a Name - Viinturuth Snr - January 12, 2014
It was cold, and bitterly so. But despite this, Viinturuth simply hunched his shoulders and trudged on through the snow, eager to lay his eyes on whatever deer he'd been tracking through the morning hours. He was thankful when it veered deeper into the woodland, where the fierce winds would not chill him to the bone, but was very much anticipating a long day of trailing this lone creature.
When at last he found it, a quick investigation of it from a distance told him that it would not survive long on its own. A small doe, already painfully thin, would not last without the protection of its herd. Quickly slinking into position as the scrawny deer picked and chewed at some tree bark, Viinturuth attacked. Startled, the doe stumbled on exposed evergreen roots and fell, bleating, while the wolf seized her throat between his powerful jaws.
He ate his fill and, after doing so, buried some and left the remains for whatever pack-mate may be attracted to the area by the scent of blood. Back in Samarkand he had learned not to announce prey via howl, for it alerted not only comrades but also unwelcome, hungry outsiders. Letting the meat go to waste was a much better outcome than offering a free meal to some idiot coyotes or mountain lions.
With a full belly, the dark Frostfur began his search for a quiet and private place to rest. Instead, however, his gaze found the form of a dark pack-mate. Viinturuth observed him quietly for a short time, before woofing to alert the other male to his presence and beginning his approach.
When at last he found it, a quick investigation of it from a distance told him that it would not survive long on its own. A small doe, already painfully thin, would not last without the protection of its herd. Quickly slinking into position as the scrawny deer picked and chewed at some tree bark, Viinturuth attacked. Startled, the doe stumbled on exposed evergreen roots and fell, bleating, while the wolf seized her throat between his powerful jaws.
He ate his fill and, after doing so, buried some and left the remains for whatever pack-mate may be attracted to the area by the scent of blood. Back in Samarkand he had learned not to announce prey via howl, for it alerted not only comrades but also unwelcome, hungry outsiders. Letting the meat go to waste was a much better outcome than offering a free meal to some idiot coyotes or mountain lions.
With a full belly, the dark Frostfur began his search for a quiet and private place to rest. Instead, however, his gaze found the form of a dark pack-mate. Viinturuth observed him quietly for a short time, before woofing to alert the other male to his presence and beginning his approach.
RE: May Your Sorrows Have a Name - Luka Iva - January 12, 2014
Luka was curious on the area surrounding his newly formed pack's territory. While traveling over to this land, the trip was long and cold. They took it in the dead of winter, the last thing on Luka's mind was furthering his knowledge. The loss of their previous alpha made the boys have to move in search of another pack. The trip from the mountains to this dark forest took them a week. In which time did they barely sleep nor eat. With curiosity in his step Luka began to wander. His eyes, gazing up at the evergreens as tall as the sky, and sometimes to below, where tracks of deer and wolves tarnished the snow. He was in a daze of euphoria while traveling along his packs territory. Very rarely since leaving his mother's side did Luka feel this way. He was hesitant to let the moment pass. While trotting along the snow Luka heard a bark from a wolf. As he turned a figure came into shape. His pack mate stood a few paces from him, fur contrasting deeply against the white wasteland. His ebony fur stretched across a large body, from the angle Luka seemed to match him in height. Where Luka was thin and willowy the male was broad and buff. Matching body types of his brother Scimitar. Luka sensing he was a pack mate drew closer, cutting off the distance between them until only a few feet remained. Luka let out a bark of greeting and introduced himself. "I am Luka, and you are?" Luka questioned Iightly. |
RE: May Your Sorrows Have a Name - Viinturuth Snr - January 23, 2014
This is short, sorry!
Viinturuth moved carefully through the snow, and was glad to see the other male veer his way and aid in closing the distance between them. He'd been far from Samarkand's deserts for several months now, but navigating through the snow was still proving to need further practice. Viin was sure-footed and graceful when walking on sand, but Winter's elements were a whole different story.
"I'm Viinturuth," he said, offering a friendly sweep of his tail as he eyed his raven-furred companion. Luka was roughly his size, but leaner, and of lesser rank. "I saw you pass through and thought I'd come introduce myself. There are still plenty of Neverwinter wolves I haven't met yet." He beamed then, glad to be adding another name to his growing list of pack-mates.
"I'm Viinturuth," he said, offering a friendly sweep of his tail as he eyed his raven-furred companion. Luka was roughly his size, but leaner, and of lesser rank. "I saw you pass through and thought I'd come introduce myself. There are still plenty of Neverwinter wolves I haven't met yet." He beamed then, glad to be adding another name to his growing list of pack-mates.
RE: May Your Sorrows Have a Name - Luka Iva - February 13, 2014
Sorry for the long wait, hard time keeping classes and personal life balanced. Shouldn't be a problem anymore.
Luka gazed as the male drew closer to him. He looked a little awkward while walking in snow but Luka shrugged it off. He knew many wolves who got cold feet while walking through the harsher of the elements. When the male was close enough to touch he introduced himself. Luka eyed the ebony male, they were of the same pelt color. Luka noted the males rank above him, and played accordingly. "Nice to meet you. I am Luka." Luka spoke with a dip of his head. Luka hadn't run into very many wolves in his past few weeks at Neverwinter. Partially because the male had always been in search of new plants, herbs, and knowledge. His brother by heart, Scimitar, was one of the few wolves he had come in contact with. When the male mentioned he hadn't met every wolf yet Luka felt relieved. "I'm glad you did. I haven't been seeing very many wolves, but that is my own folly." Luka cantered, with a tone of indifference in his voice. Luka gazed further into the male. He noted his eyes, a stunning gold color. Vastly different from his pelt, but it matched well. |
RE: May Your Sorrows Have a Name - Viinturuth Snr - October 11, 2014
Fading!
The sable male introduced himself as Luka, and Viin dipped his muzzle politely. "Likewise," Viin said in response to the comment that it was nice to meet him, and he meant it sincerely; having not come across many wolves from Neverwinter, it was a personal goal of his to attempt building bonds with each of his comrades.
"Hope I'm not interrupting anything, by the way," the swarthy brute offered, somewhat apologetically, and when it became apparent that he had not intruded, he smiled warmly. "In that case, I don't suppose you'd like to accompany me in pursuit of a lone deer that passed through here recently? Might be a good idea to stock up the caches some more, to let the meat freeze until the Spring thaw." Waiting long enough to hear Luka's opinion, Viinturuth turned to lead the way in the direction of their prey, eager to resume the chase.