Hideaway Strath Firestorm

Nyra's 2nd Leadership thread to count for Harbringer!! <3 
Activity: Hunt :) 
Time: Twilight, ((forward dated to December 11th)) 
All Saints Welcome!! Tagging @Kynareth Deagon 

It's colder now...much colder. Winter is definitely just around the corner, creeping up like a cougar the split moment before it pounces on its prey. 
Which means another hunt is definitely called for. The Saints need food to survive the ice season, and a large meal will certainly count toward that. 

Standing in the open areas of the Strath again, Nyra has her eyes on a small herd of deer. They're not in exactly the same place as the Elk herd was last month, but they're there, nonetheless. Tossing her head back, the Shieldmaiden howls for her Grandmaster. 

The Phoenix-wolf will take command this time.

Oh it’s getting cold out here. Donovan thinks mildly, though his thick coat has him worrying little for the upcoming snow that will surely grace them. Rather he should be concerned for more things like keeping the pack fed during the harsh winter. Little does he know Nyra is thinking the same.

Then as an all too familiar howl breezes through the sky he smiles. Obviously knowing exactly who it is. So he begins padding towards them. A. Silent command in the howl that has him thrumming with excitement. What could it be? He wonders. 

Upon arrival he saunter up next to the pale woman and briefly glances to her. “You called for a hunt?” He asks casually. “I’m more than happy to oblige. Then he’s chuckling at her, a borderline teasing smile curling his lips. “Got a plan of action?”

Soon enough, Donovan answers her call with his presence, coming up to her side. 
Nyra's inferno hues stay on the deer as her Grandmaster inquires as to her plan. A soft yet confident smile graces her features, her tone soon to match "With just the two of us this time, you and I both know it'll be harder to score a kill. But, I'm rising to the challenge." Her response is indirect at first, "We're both pretty damn big. Luckily for us though, the grass is taller where that herd is." She gestures a tad with her snout to the ungulates in question, how their bodies are almost consumed by the grasses, though still visible "Since neither of us are exactly built for speed, or have the pelt colors that better suit camoflauge...Our best bet will likely be to come at our target from both sides. You on one, myself on the other. Last but not least, we will have to be much more opportunistic than we were with the Elk." 
Nyra offered her gaze to Kynareth. The plan so far was more or less...makeshift, but with just the two of them, there was less wiggle room for strategy as far as hunting goes.

hopefully with the forward date Whrist should be back in packlands or at least close enough to it

She had to report or the grandmaster or overseer, however as her paws barely once again, kissed the territory that she now called home she heard a call to arms, and she was not one to shirk her duties, reports were not necessarily time sensitive. And now she was curious so she picked up her pace and darted toward the sound, she knew that voice and though she wanted to settle her score she also knew that one had a higher rank and had earned it, therefore had her respect if only grudgingly.

 She came upon the harbinger and the grandmaster making hunting plans so she drew closer and stood taller to make her presence more tangible. She did not interrupt nor offer any plans of her own, that was not her place with this pair at the helm. She would though offer her staunch obedience to the plans in the making. She could not help but feel a little jealousy toward this other female, this was the first time she would see how the grandmaster interacted with not just other pack members but with other females. This would be interesting to say the least, though the grandmaster owed her nothing nor did she owe him, the the jealous serge was hard to tamp down. She nodded to both then looked in the direction of the query though her ears remained trained toward the females voice proving she was at least listening intently

Kyn is nodding eagerly at her plan, not really to worried about it. He has confidence in bagging a deer easily. “Nice.” He says casually, so carefree with mock disinterest even though it’s clear he was listening the whole time. His shining orbs come to look at Nyra glistening with mirth. 

Then he’s craning his neck back as he feels a presence behind them and smiles at the sight that meets him. “Whrist, dear. Happy you could join us.” He hums easily. “Not sure if you heard the plan or not, but just follow our lead. I know you know how to hunt after all.” He jests suggestively with a wink. Referencing the first time they met. 

He takes a few steps towards the herd, “Let’s go, ladies.” Id all he says before putting the plan into action.

He would slink closer to the rear of the herd in an attempt to separate their kill whereas Nyra or Whrist could do the same on the opposite side.

Nyra huffs with amusement at Donovan's mock disinterest, turning her head some as the Grandmaster acknowledged Whrist's presence. 

Ah, that one. 

Whrist had won their spar, even if it was a close call, and therefore, if Whrist had voiced the desire to settle the score with Nyra...the behemoth woman would've straight up laughed at her. 
But so far, the pitch female remained silent. 

With a low rumble, the Shieldmaiden prowled for the herd, scanning the collection for one that would be easier to kill.
So far, there was only one. 
This doe was nursing her right foreleg a bit. Enough that Nyra could assume the injury was close to healing, but not there yet. 

While Kynareth took to one side, Nyra stayed on the other - steadily assuring the deer would be isolated from the safety of the herd once the chase began.

Whrist made eyes contact with her grandmaster and with a shine in her eye she bared her teeth allowing just the tip of her tongue to peek from the front of her mouth, playfully for a brief moment before she became serious again.

She nodded to Nyra her eyes softening, She couldn’t help but think about her near loss and her desire for a more thorough win however she needed to tamp down on her need to soundly win, even near wins were still wins after all. She gave herself a mental kick  and nod, she had to grow up just a little.

She obediently followed the two larger pack mates,  She was of smaller stature and darker, as they drew even closer she crouched and nearly belly crawled stalked to the far side of the animal the lead pair had honed in on. She moved slowly and meticulously soundlessly as she got into position to startle the beast away from it’s protective numbers and toward her pack mates.

She drew a deep breath and glanced toward where she knew Nyra was she could not see her though the grass, so she waited a few more moments for them to get into position then stalked closer to the deer snapping at it’s side and legs like a common border collie herding sheep.

She did not go for a hold just yet, She was hunting with a pack and she needed to play her part, they needed to get this deer away from the herd so the Buck wouldn’t come to it’s aid. She’d have her moment to sink her teeth into flesh and taste it’s blood, but right now she schooled herself and controlled the deer’s angle of escape in the direction she wanted.

Kynareth’s eager to go in for a bite. He’s always longing for the taste of blood to bloom beautifully on his black tongue. It almost makes chills go up his spine at the thought. Something that’s even better than hunting deer or prey is hunting wolves. Yes, that’s even better. Yet he’s going to have to settle for now. 

He’s veers to the left front of the deer and jumps into it. Seeing if he can cause it to stumble and fall. She stumbles but sadly doesn’t fall. How lucky of her. He thinks absentmindedly. Try again. He goes in once more except this time he’s jumping and pinching the skin of the deers side abdomen threateningly. Hoping he’d be able to bite it enough to get the innards to break and spill horribly across the dying grass.

She could tell Whrist and Donovan both just wanted to eat, get this damn deer on the ground. 
It couldn't be more obvious with how quickly they both lunged as soon as the three of them were in position.

The doe started, trying to prance away from the flashing fangs coming for her. Nyra was quick to fall in, helping push the deer away from her herd and into the open - alone, and vulnerable. 
At Kynareth's teeth the doe bellowed, though her flesh did not tear the way he wanted, where her guts would fall out...he still left a significant rip in her side, blood blooming around the pale brown of her coat.

Nyra would attack soon after, snapping and biting at her injured hoof in efforts to get the deer to trip over herself. The pale monolith would do everything in her power.

With the sudden appearance of not one but three wolves the rest of the the herd including any protective buck abandoned the injured and took off darting as one away from the noise. As the lone deer bellowed. Whrist lips drew back into a vicious grin, she wanted no need to taste the life blood of the deer. She followed along side the deer like the border collie she had acted like to begin the hunt. Nyra tripped up the deer, who despite having been injured for weeks was sill not used to the weakness that her leg forced upon her.

Whirst whom had only been pacing along side the deer up to this point, lunged for the tender spot, she had wanted in the final moment of her spar with Nyra, aimed for and missed, the very tender spot where the base of the jaw met the neck, the spot where she could choke the air from the deer quickly. It was also the spot she had aimed for and failed for in her first hunt with the grandmaster. Maybe the third time was the charm. Oh how she wanted to relish the blood of the deer over her tongue as that deer had tripped over the white female and struggled under the male upon her side. Whrist committed herself to this lunge for it throat if she missed she’d be run over and left behind momentarily if she got it the hunt would be over once the deer could struggle no more.

The two valiant wolves at his side slowly but surely chips away at this deers defenses. She’s going down soon and as Nyra bites viciously at the poor animals legs, he watches the midnight woman sip around and lunge multiple times. She misses only a few bites before it seems like she’s got a good enough hold on the deers throat. 

He smirks, knowing this would be the doe’s last moments and he snaps and pulls at its flesh on its soft underbelly — exactly where he was pulling before. Then in a blink of an eye she’s screaming and her organs are flowing out of her disgustingly. She would most definitely hit the ground by now. With Nyra on her legs, Whrist at her throat, and Donovan able to successfully spill her guts she falls to the ground. Never to get back up again. Though don’t be mistaken, she’s definitely not dead yet.

Teamwork and nothing less, the doe slams into the ground. It's a grisly death coming to the ungulate, as Nyra twists her hoof until it snaps, broken, and she screams in pain, though her kicks slowly weaken, especially as Nyra leaves Whrist to the throat with a firm nod, joining Kynareth at the belly and ripping her way up into the doe's ribcage - going for the heart unless stopped.

Whrist watched the prey move and paced it deftly, Her teeth found purchase on her first well timed lunge, it helped the others brought the deer up short. The deer cried out as the others continued to deliver fatal blows. However it was Whrist whom squeezed the life from the deer as she crushed the windpipe, when the deer cried out she crushed her jaws tighten swallowing anymore noise it would make into a wet burble. Only when the body began it’s death twitches did Whrist let go and look over their victim with appreciation for their work.

She looked Nyra over as the ghost painted herself carelessly with the does blood. Her gaze lingered on Kynareth as she gave him a sly knowing smile. The black wraith stood and circled the deer looking for choice bit of meat to eat before it got to cool, she liked to eat meat while life’s warmth still lingered there.

She wouldn’t take to much since this food was for the pack but she did deserve a tidbit, the weeks of travel made her hungry and it also had made her muscles more well defined, as her body eased fully into it’s adult femininity.

He watches as they work in tandem to take down this beast. To steal the life that swirls within its eyes and the stop the beating of a seemingly innocent heart. This is the way of life, is it not? 

Sharing his little glance with Whrist, he smirks and looks to the two warriors before him. “Good job, girls.” He hums to them easily. “Dig in and then we’ll let the rest know that there’s food.” He says then, before digging in himself.

With a slight nod to Kynareth, the behemoth moved over a bit for Wrist, then dug into the deer, eating a decent share while minding to leave enough for everyone else

The black femme pushed her face into the deers still warm belly and worked on finding the best piece. She chewed a hunk of flesh and withdrew from the deer having pulled out a small serving of the liver. She left the rest of rich meat there to share with the rest of the pack. Very briefly her eyes met the Grandmasters eyes, Whrist's lips quirked up in a half smile. Then she tossed her tail haughtily high over her back and trotted away with her take.

He watches the other two eat as he fills his own belly. Watching as whrist sticks her head into the innards of the deer to find her favorite piece of meat. Her head coming out bloody and she’s smiling to him before pointing her tail high and trotting off. He chuckles lightly at the display before he takes a few more bites and then howls for the rest of the pack to inform them of the presence of food.