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Hogo · (This post was last modified: April 30, 2019, 07:05 PM by Hogo.)

@Akira
set 5/1

when it came to new events or drama, hogo was usually the one out of the loop. not that he purposely ignored it, the poor boy was just so blissfully unaware of everything. but no one, not even hogo-the-clown could ignore ford’s blood staining the sand.

”holy shit. what the fuck. what the fuck??” he probably spent a couple hours repeating this, pacing back and forth, sniffing the blood and immediately turning away to hurl. what happened? who did this? and where the hell was ford?

the scene painted a very vague picture. someone had intruded their quiet beach and beat the shit out of their leader. and now he was gone. hogo wanted to see who the culprit was, but he was not a confrontational kind of guy. and whoever the guy was, he could probably kick his ass. so of course hogo decided to go out and look for him.

now hogo wasn’t the best tracker in the world. there were probably an array of others who were qualified for the job. but hey, he saw the blood first (that’s what he assumed at least) and if he wasn’t able to simply follow a trail, well, that would be embarrassing.

the trail took him well away from the coast and into a field. damn, did someone kidnap the guy? oh god that better not’ve happened. hogo wasn’t about to fight off a bunch of abducting lunatics today.

he stopped in the middle of the field and looked in all directions. “ford?” his voice was a whisper on the wind. being in the middle of no where on your own was nerve wracking. “are you here?”

Akira · May 01, 2019, 06:44 AM

It is already too late to swim when the water reaches your lips.

She had never known anything could be wrong, but as the scent of blood tinged the air, it was clear the drama attempting to unfold, today. Swiftly she gathered her limbs beneath her and took off for the blood, knowing full well prey so iron-strong could not be within the Rift’s borders. It was marked heavily, and blood that heavily scented was predator, not prey. It was not cougar wandering season as of yet, and the most eerie piece of all was the silence. Not even Jilpa, her Shrike companion, chirped a word as he watched from the treeline above, overseeing her travels. She could fault him- something in her did not wish to get involved, yet she had sworn herself to the pack, to Ford, himself. She would not forsake her duty.

Arriving where the wind had thrown the scent the strongest, she was concerned as to why she could smell Ford here, yet not see him in this pasturespance without blood being intertwined with his cologne-

was he who was hurt?

A russet member of the pack, his sigil Ford’s musk as well, stood calling for the massive wolf rather than actively moving. Without a single strain, Akira felt herself reverting into her own old life, running search parties and heading the smaller packs to seek out whomever they were sent to find. Rescue, or scouting. Either called for the same discipline.

”You, with me. We need to stick northwest - the trail blows strongest from that direction.” With that, the petite woman marched with the grace of a heron’s flight further off towards the woods, snout down and eyes up, searching for more clues. It was not long before she crossed yet another sign of dragging, yet she could not pinpoint the other scents intermingled with Fords own. It was a mystery she was not willing to unravel; the warrioress simply wanted to find her Emperor.

Between a set if even more scaggly timbers, more signs of and scents, and even a massive paw print pair-

“Did he walk from here? Why did he not simply come home?...”

The ivory cream sapphire was clearly having a hard thought at this predicament- if @Ford was ailing, would he not return for treatment?

Not all birds have been taught to fly. Some simply fall until they either learn, or perish.

Hogo · (This post was last modified: May 02, 2019, 04:47 PM by Hogo.)

a command was suddenly hurled at him and he answered with a short scream. he clenched his eyes, bracing himself for impact, but nothing came. instead someone glided past him and she carried ford’s aroma. hogo’s eyes flew open.

“what?” her words flew in one ear and out the other. he was too confused to process anything. where the hell did she come from anyways? who was she?

the boy ran forward to follow his supposed packmate, his head whipping back and forth wildly. he trotted to her side when she asked a question, putting his nose to the trail. “did you see the guy? the one that attacked him?” he turned his head up towards her. “i saw their blood on the beach. maybe someone kidnapped him while no one was looking.”

Akira · May 04, 2019, 12:47 PM

It is already too late to swim when the water reaches your lips.

Her tipped ears slipped back to catch the shriek of the brightly fire-skinned male. Heavens above! She had turned to see whether the assailant had gotten him to, but instead she saw him hiding within himself, seemingly like that of a turtle. However, just as fast as he had tucked himself inward, he was out, bounding beside her as a searching partner.

Had she been as her old self, she would have been humble, comforting even, as she would have tried to calm him down. However the disappearance of her leader has changed her, bringing long-instilled lessons of authority and how to carry herself in situations such as this. She would not back down from the challenge. “I have not. But we must be quick. Follow the blood and trail where it is most fresh.”

His offered assumption from a piece of his ramble made her pause to think- who would have motive to kidnap the Emperor? Killing him to upsurp him, but kidnap him? Who could kidnap such a massive wolf? Let alone one as cunning as Ford? There had been no ransom issued to them, and so far, no one laid claim as soon as Ford had disappeared-

“I would not think so- but will not be ruled out.” And whoever had done this would not be given a merciful death.

Not all birds have been taught to fly. Some simply fall until they either learn, or perish.

Hogo · May 06, 2019, 06:01 PM

he chose to to stick onto the former half of her statement. it was a way more hopeful outlook. ha yeah, as if someone could drag someone like ford away! they wouldn’t be able to lay a paw on him. hogo has no doubt their leader can dish out a beating to anyone who asked. so there was no need to worry. but why was his heart still beating rapidly?

hogo realized he was caught up in thought again. “name’s hogo by the way.” he offers a smile to try and lighten the mood. “sucks we gotta meet under these conditions.”

Akira · May 07, 2019, 10:18 AM

It is already too late to swim when the water reaches your lips.

In a way, Hogo reminded her of @Posie, his soft nature and possibly easily spooked demeanor. It was clear this tall male was no obvious fighter, but neither was Posie. Not all men were born to be hulking warriors, just as not all men were born to tend to children and homes. It only softened Akira a bit, and she gives him permission to enter her space should he choose to walk beside her.

Petite compared to the bright and tall Eurasian mix, she kept up with athletes finesse to his longer strides. Eyes searching and hungry for more clues, she kept about where she thought the trail would end up leading them, but remained open minded for any other potential leads.

“I rather meet you and understand who you stand with, rather than never have met you at all, Hogo. There is a plague upon this land where we are not unioned- we all, whoever all pertains to, do not understand anything as we have not banded together.”

Not all birds have been taught to fly. Some simply fall until they either learn, or perish.