Lost Creek Hollow Elephant Gun
Joining  Yesterday, 05:07 PM
Jackalope
Lone Wolves

Oh hiya all! Tossing Jackalope this way- but if there are no replies by Tuesday morning, I'll have him go elsewhere :) He may not even work out here...Or anywhere. But it is certainly fun trying to fling him places XD

Having given up fairly quickly on his first attempt at joining a pack in the area, Jackalope moved on, secretly pleased with the little 'no thank you' sign he'd left on their doorstep. He'd made sure to cover his tracks- traipsing through cold water, doubling back on his tracks and using every fox trick he knew- so that they would have a very difficult time tracking him down. Still, if they did, he'd be surprised and perhaps a bit pleased too. He'd be surprised that a pack that couldn't be bothered to attend the call of a possible joiner would actually go after someone who left a crude marking at their border, and pleased that they were actually capable of following his difficult trail. Maybe then they'd earn his respect- though he didn't really want to have whatever punishment they'd bestow upon him fall on his head. 

Truthfully, and to the wolves of Easthollow's merit, he hadn't given them terribly long to come and greet him. He couldn't have expected to be a top priority- every pack had a great deal to deal with, with the advent of Winter coming, and he shouldn't have mistaken the time it'd taken for someone to respond for laziness. It wasn't their fault at all, really- nor was it anyone's fault at all that Jackalope felt so entitled...It was something he'd developed on his own, and he liked to think foolishly that he would get much further in life if he put himself above everyone else. His new toything was the idea of joining a pack, as he had little left else to do that would mean anything, in the long run. 

This time, he didn't bother bringing a kill with him as proof that he could hunt. He'd eaten the partridge he'd brought to the borders of Easthollow and had scattered the feathers everywhere along that part of the borders before heading in the Hollow's direction, so he hadn't had much time to find something else- nor had he desired to do so. The last pack had blown its chance- so why should this one deserve anything? Also- the two packs were fairly close together, and he hadn't expected to happen upon the borders of another pack so quickly, so he had not even had the time to consider catching something else. A few down feathers were still tangled up in his unruly grey mane near his hunched shoulders anyway, and he left them there. That would probably be enough of an indication that he could hunt, right? 

It didn't exactly occur to him that this pack was likely allied with Easthollow, but he wouldn't have cared anyway. It wasn't like they'd make such a fuss over him having left a pile of feathers and...Well, a pile of something else at their borders to mark his displeasure at having waited so long, right? If they were- and if this ticked off the wolves in this pack too, then they weren't right for him. They had to at least have a bit of a sense of humour, and they'd have to let something like that roll off their shoulders like water off a duck's back for them to be the right fit for Jackalope. Unaware of any future repercussions for his actions, he'd traipsed from one pack's borders to the borders of one of its allies- though the care he'd taken to cover his steps would have also erased any trace of scent indicating that he'd even been to Easthollow to begin with. 

He came to the borders, sat, and called out. With half a smile on his face, he wondered smugly how long this pack would take to answer his call.
9 hours ago
Terance
Lost Creek Hollow
Leader
it seemed it was quiet in the territory lately -- save for brou and pike's screaming. the borders still saw visitors, though. terance heard the sound of a howl while on his patrol, beginning to make his way towards the call. 

terance was no wiser than the trick the stranger had pulled upon him, not scenting anything adherently wrong with the stranger. but, why should he have? the leader arrived as he always did, standing tall, ears pricked, and gaze rested upon the outsider with nothing but patience. his demeanor begged all the questions that he didn't ask, but still, terance cleared his throat in the cold air. can i help you? the stone asked, tail flicking as it arched above his rear. 

woo!! less see
5 hours ago
Jackalope
Lone Wolves

XD Eyyup <3

Well, that wasn't so bad. While he didn't get an answr in response promising a prompt meeting, it wasn't very long before he spotted a dark figure in the distance steadily making a beeline for him. He wasn't coming from the heart of the claimed territory, but from what Jackalope was assuming was a border patrol- which was reassuring. Good- they had a proper guardian who, as he came closer, bore the scent of the wolf who had put in an obvious effort to maintain the borders. He was either a high-ranking wolf, then, or one designated as a guardian. 

As he came closer, Jackalope was able to judge by the easy confidence with which the man bore himself that this still could be either a notable wolf of the pack or a serious guardian. One who did their job, but didn't rush to meet newcomers with a threat. He wasn't flaunting his status as some might have, nor was he putting on any sort of a display. If Jackalope could say one thing about the way this guy moved, it was that he was simply cool. Though his pelt bore a myriad of scars- causing Jackalope some concern- he didn't seem like the type who was quick to get offensive toward a wolf who wasn't causing any harm. He did have to wonder if the male had earned those scars through some individual spat, or fight, or if they had something to do with his rols protecting the pack. Jackalope wasn't interested in getting into the middle of some kind of war. Still, though there was a confidence about the battle-torn male, there was also a calm within his verdant eyes, and a softness to his lips. His tail arched over his back in a gesture which often made Jackalope roll his eyes- but considering the fact that this guy had obviously seen his share of violence, he was able to- for once- recognize the action as a mere preventative measure. Jackalope interpreted it as a silent way of saying don't try anything. I've been through worse shit before and still come out kicking. 

He lowered his head in a greeting, bobbing his chin slightly in acknowledgement of all the questions that the male's green eyes asked, and of the soft one that he asked in a calm voice. Jackalope's more impetuous nature was temporarily subdued. "Name's Cian Blackthorn, but I go by Jackalope." He said, with a tinge of pride. He knew his nickname suited him perfectly; aside for the fact that he didn't have antlers, and perhaps as well that he was the wrong species- his long upper fangs and bobbed tail practically begged for some type of nickname. And he was glad he'd been given Jackalope, rather than Jackrabbit. "Been travelling for some time, looking for a pack to join now. Was wondering if you might tell me a bit about yours," He stated, aware of the fact that he wasn't exactly posing a question, but he felt that his way of delivering the question was much less urgent, less demanding- and perhaps therefore less abrasive, which was unusual for him. It did carry a bit of ambivalence, perhaps- as though to indicate that he wouldn't be offended whatsoever if the guardian before him denied him any information. If that was the case, Jackalope would merely be on his way, without any arguments...But not likely without any sour comments.
2 hours ago
Terance
Lost Creek Hollow
Leader
the stone was glad he was met with respect and an amiable demeanor -- such was all terance could ask for in someone standing at his borders. at the mention of blackthorn, his ear flicked forwards, trying to figure out where the hell that name had come from... jackalope, he repeated, offering a gentle smile and his own name in return, terance. ah! wait -- just as the long fanged man began to state his reason for being, terance remembered where he'd heard the name blackthorn before. he held back a frown, though a hint of concern pressed into his brow... if jackelope bothered to pay attention.

did you travel here from the redhawks? he asked, unaware of just how vast the blackthorn family was. he barely remembered liffey's surname -- only knowing it from passing conversations with rannoch when he'd mention liffey's family. as he looked upon the guy now, terance found resemblance between them. the black stripe, for starters. he held his judgement, for now, but was struggling past the prejudice he was feeling. to rannoch's son... terance found it easier -- who could persecute a child? here, terance certainly had some reservations. 

but... he didn't mention how they could certainly use the extra paws -- not if this was some ploy put up by liffey.. sure -- i lead this pack along with my mate arbiter... who may make an appearance, he said instead, pausing to glance over his shoulder for his wife, who always seemed to be around -- but not now, it seemed, we've got some pups in the pack -- older ones, though, already helping on patrols and such. pretty informal place, ranks function on loyalty. we've got allies in a few corners of the wilds. 

to that, terance added with a small grin, you've missed the worst of some natural disasters, though. we're working on clean-up, now, but i think everything in this area has been seeing some pretty bad earthquakes.