☀ 5 Ðegrees ☀ [Semi-lit/lit RP] [Accepting!]

[Harpy•]

Tikaani walked at a slow, measured pace, tusks and trunk swaying gently back and forth with the motion of his massive head, the behemoth muscles working effortlessly to move him forward. Given a moment's notice, he could sprint away in a fleeing stampede or spin around and impale with his tusks. Either way, he wasn't going to die today, when everything was so tense and so somber. He'd seen the camp destroyed, watched as the humans died. Their companions. He'd watched it passively, knowing that truly, it had no effect on him. He lived on his own, stayed on the fringes of camp, never coming closer then absolutely necessary. He hated that place, though he didn't know why. He began to dwell on the fact, struggling vainly to locate what about the human camp bothered him so deeply, made the instinct to protect in him rage brighter than before.
But he was roughly jerked from his thoughts when a certain scent reached his trunk. A scent of Saber-tooth tiger. And since the camp was destroyed, he knew that this one was untamed; any companions would be in camp right now, not wandering around. He stopped, his muscles slowly giving way to immobility, and slowly lifted his head, somewhat-weak eyes, staring at the figure on top of a small swell, who appeared to be turned away from him. Yes, there it was.
His heart and stomach twisted with anger and hate. He loathed the vile creatures with all of his being, and the very thought of being so close to one set his instincts into a frenzy of needing to kill. He rumbled low in his throat and shook his head, huge tusks like gleaming, wickedly curved and sharp pillars of ivory, deadly, not to be trifled with. The fact that there were bloodstains on the tips would be an even further warning. With great difficulty, Tikaani began to move again, giving the creature as wide a berth as he could; so he wouldn't charge the beast. But, regretfully, his avoidance was bringing him closer to the camp, completely visible now. And he had made himself invisible to the camp for his entire life.

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

Aneo was crouched down, ready to attack at the opportune moment with the two metre spear held in her right hand with a dead sharp point. Her leg muscles strained to keep her completely still, given the way she was sitting behind a dirt mound. The beast swayed slightly as an invisible dart fired into it's neck numbing all of the movement in it's body. Anoe's legs tensed waiting till the animal swung it's head back and forth dizzily before she leapt out, driving her spear into it's shoulder blade before it swung it's head a second time, colliding with Anoe's legs and blasting her forwards where she landed flat on her stomach. She got up quickly, yanking her spear out of a bush and attacking once more. This time, she leapt into the air, stabbing the spear into it's hide and knocking it to the ground before resting her knee on the animal and yanking the spear out of the carcass {sp?} and watching as it slowly died.

Shaking her head, Anoe noticed she'd been fantasizing about the hog being a proper beast when it wasn't. Bending down, she took out her knife and started getting all the meat for her tribe before she wrapped it up in lion pelt and slinging it over her shoulder and walking away. She glanced up at the sky which was lightening. An early sunrise. Pursing her lips, Anoe flicked a strand of blond hair out of her eyes and kept walking back towards her tribe's ruined camp. They were leaving today. Sadness flickered across the girls face but she quickly fixed it, replacing it with a more serious expression.

Anoe reached camp 10 minutes later, staying quiet unless she woke someone up. She noticed a couple of people who were awake but didn't say anything. Instead, she just did a simple nod and started packing away the supplies she had just forged. When all of her belongings were in a pile, stacked neatly, she walked over to a big rock, right on the edge of the hill they lived on. Crossing her legs, Anoe watched as the sun rose, the breeze playing with tendrils of her hair as she sharpened her flint knife on a rock.

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Sierra walked around the perimeter of the camp, her eyes feasting upon every last detail of the ruined tribal base and how much it meant to the people and beasts that lived there. The dire wolf had been watching this camp for months, never actually entering. She had no intention whatsoever to hurt someone but it made her curious.
Curiousity killed the cat. She thought to herself, her leg muscles tensing with every step, preparing to spring if there was a sudden attack. Her shoulders heaved, the bones working eachother. Sierra was always a powerful female wolf. Not the best but she could hunt good, run the fastest and be the stealthiest. Not entirly full of herself though.

The wolf's eyes scanned the area and the breathing came out even but quiet. Taking a step further into the area, Sierra was on alert in case one of the humans attcked her. She wasn't taking any chances. Her curiousity was simply getting the better of her. Eventually she was so close, she could make out little details like the facial expressions.

[Popcorns]

Wapi's large golden paws made him pound down the snowy ledges as if they were stairs. His jumps weren't large as his front right paw had been stabbed multiple times last night. But still, the creature pushed himself to help out his tribe. But Wapi turned up empty-handed, which was the complete oppisite of what his name ment. His mother had called him lucky, but here he was. A failed hunting trip which didn't helped the tribe anymore. His head hung low as he could see the remains of the camp in plain sight.
The 4ft 5" cat let his head drop as he passed the tent full fo the rest of the tribe. Wapi walked silently up behind Nevaeh's young figure and plopped down on her right side, paying no attention to the Saber Tooth cat that layed behind his companion. The American Lion's head dropped into the snow and moved so that his back brushed the human female's mid calf. Wapi's eyes flicked silently up at Nevaeh while he spoke hsi thoughts to her. "Where do we go from her Nevaeh?" He asked while returning his gaze towards the tent, his ears slightly picking up the rustles from within.

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Adam sat up silently in the tent, aware of the other sleeping people next to him. His arm slowly brushed against the cold ground as his stomach rumbled. But it wouldn't win this time. Adam had ajusted to not eating well as food didn't find hanging around the camp a great idea. He let out a soft sigh as he pulled his knees up to him. His body slight ached so he had no disire to get up. The Scout's head hung down into his lap as his shoulders dropped, his body worn out.
He couldn't sit there forever though. Time moved on. When Adam emerged from the tent, his ager pot instintly started to boil again. His hands squeezed tightly against nothing as he restrained himself from hitting something. What lay before him onyl troubled him more. Just two days agao, their camp was fuller and felt safe. But that changed when the attack happened last night. The young adult stalked towards the pile of ashes where he remebered seeing his sister's body crumple in the flames. He sank to his knees, not paying attnetion to the early risers. His hands slwoly brushed over what remined of his older sister. Bitting sharply down on his lip, Adam punched his right fist sharply at the cold ground, not saying anything when rocks and such stabbed back at him. His sister, Beatriz was older by three years and Adam's rolemodel. He felt like as though he would cry, but no tears flew from his eyes.
Instead, Adam stood up and nimble walked towards one of the small burning fires. he hunched down, letting the small warmth slightly calm him.

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The Giant Short-faced bear was too big to fit inside the remaining tent no matter how badly he wished to be there for the humans after they lsot so much. So instead, Iye settled for sleeping a few yards away from the tent, his sense high on alert incase the remaining attakcers wante to come back and make a move dduring the night. But now that the bright star lit up the sky, he jolte awake as the Alpha of the tribe came out silently. He was goign to go follow her, just in case, but a flicker at the corner of his eye made Iye jerk his head suddenly, his small black eyes searching for the strange smell.
A grunt came from the middle aged bear as it pulled it self to it's feet spying the lone Saber Tooth Tiger. At first, Iye thought it was Hutch, but turning his head slightly found the male cat near by in camp. Iye didn't move though, his eyes making out the faint outline of the female Saber Tooth Tiger.

[Maxxika]

Talek ---

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A softly whispered song escaped the lips of the large young man as he held a child in his arms. The little boy was staring up at him, eyes half closed as he listened to his uncle. As his little orange eyes closed, so did the large man's, the song coming to an end with silence taking it's place once more. The breathing from the child calmed and relaxed, assuring young Talek that his nephew was finally back to sleep again. With a small sigh in relief, he laid the boy down on the ground, covering him with the one blanket he had. He sat still on his knees for a short time, watching the child and wishing he could be so young again. That was an impossible dream, and he knew it well. Brushing a hand gently through the boy's hair, Talek sighed and stood back up.

"Sleep well, young Jasient." He whispered quietly. "It may be the last time you sleep in such peace." He reached down and grabbed his spear, always keeping it close in case anything happened. He nudged a young man beside him with one end, the male looking up slowly. "Watch Jasient." Talek ordered, and the man didn't argue, just gave a small nod and laid back down facing the boy. Satisfied, Talek moved around the last survivors of their tribe and again outside the tent. A shiver ran through the warrior as he caught the smokey air from the remaining fire at the camp. His pain would never end until their suffering ended. Even then he knew it would never feel okay. He devoted his life to protect his tribe since he was such a young boy. To see them like this... Broken and driven out of their home... it hurt him more than he could ever describe.

Slowly he moved farther from the tent, seeing a figure standing nearby and looking toward the old camp. It was a few seconds before he recognized the person. "Neveah..." He moved toward his leader, giving a sort of respectful bow movement before setting the sharp end of his spear down against the stone they stood on. "When will we leave? This view is no pleasant image to wake up to." He asked curiously, looking over the camp he had called home. He hated to see it, and maybe if he got away his terrible feelings would start to fade into the background with it. He closed his eyes, trying to remember the camp before, but all he got in his mind was the attack. Another shiver ran through him and he looked back up and over toward the female he stood next to. He tried to hide his pain and sadness. He was supposed to protect the people, he had to be strong enough that they could know he would be able to. He had lost faith in himself, but the tribe could not lose faith in him.

"Miss Neveah, I am sorry for my falure to succeed in my job. I have failed my tribe, and I am terribly sorry for that. I failed you and all of them. Everybody." He kept his eyes on her, allowing a small frown on his marked face. He was tired, it showed in his eyes and his hunched over posture. He couldn't sleep the last two nights. Fear of another attack kept him sitting up and listening intently. Startled at ever crack and odd sounding wind gust. Every movement made him jump and grab his weapon, ready to meet any attack. Hoping he was ready anyways. "I will not fail you again." He promised his leader. "And if I do, may my own death be the punishment I recieve." He looked toward the sky, then back over the ruins of the camp. "But I won't let it come to that."

I will protect you...

And everyone you love...

Even if the price is my life.

--------------- Talek

Played by; Kyle
Character; Talek
Words; 649
Character Mood; Sad and tired
Location; Outside the tent
OOC Notes; ((Iye can be Jasient's companion then. Faerir still needs one, Talek could appreciate one.))

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Faerir Tulan ---

_____________________________________________________ -------- Hunter --------

Faerir shivered, swatting at a stick that was prodded into his side. "Not now..." He whimpered, looking up slowly as the prodding persisted. He stared up at Talek, seeming confused as he saw it was him poking at him. What reason would the warrior have for waking the young hunter? He was confused. He stared into the red-orange eyes of the older man, catching the tired sadness in them. The same sadness he felt himself, but seeming deeper than he could truly understand. The life was lost in the sadness he saw in Talek, and Faerir realized Talek was not the only one. This would change people... Talek was only one of the few that survived and would change completely. He sort of missed the over confident Talek who pranced around camp showing off his fighting skills to anyone who would stop and watch him.


"Watch Jasient."

The simple, but demanding order from Talek was a small reassurance that the man was not completely lost. He was still partially himself, even if it wasn't complete. The hunter gave a small nod, watching the large man walk stiffly from the tent. With a sigh Faerir laid back down, facing the young child that Talek had left him to watch. The sweet innocent boy who did not fully understand what had happened to them. He had the good spot for now, well protected and unaware of the danger that existed. Snoring quietly and probably lost in a dream world of joy. A world Faerir could only wish for. He hadn't even accessed such a place within his own dreams. He only found himself lost in continuing darkness. Fire and fighting all around him, but all he could feel was the dark and cold feeling of loss and sadness. A feeling that dug deep down and brought back the terrible memories locked away for what Faerir had once hoped was forever. One sadness, one loss, led to remembering the last. The emotions were too much for one person, and he was sure that they all felt it just the same. They all felt it, and they all pushed them away. Survival came first.

My family was lost...

Lost to a terrible evil...

But I will never forget what they have done for me...

--------------- Faerir Tulan

Played by; Kyle
Character; Faerir
Words; 363
Character Mood; Tired
Location; In the tent
OOC Notes; ((Shorter than Talek's, but oh well. No post for Jasient because he is asleep.))

[Nautica]

Nevaeh brushed a hand against Wapi's back without moving her gaze from the ruins. She was in a sort of trance. A cold, distant trance. She was about to reply to Wapi when Talek approached. She glanced at him as he spoke, but soon returned her gaze to the scene it had been trained on before. "It's not your fault, Talek; there was nothing one man could do. There was nothing anyone could do. Not even the Healer saw them coming and they were too powerful to fight off. But I appreciate your words. Thank you," she replied in her usual, quiet tone. He goal was to remain as calm as possible, as if nothing had changed. That was all she could do. "We will leave very soon; once everyone has gathered their things. We'll be heading Southeast. My father had acquaintances in a coastal tribe over there."
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the mammoth near their camp. The grace with which such a creature could move amazed her each time she saw it. The beast was most likely harmless, but Nevaeh didn't think she could bear any more tragedy. So she sent a look back at Hutch, only to find he was already on it.
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Hutch had gotten to his feet the moment he caught the scent of the mammoth. He was stalking his way towards it, his eyes glowering with pure venom. But something tugged at the corner of his senses...something else wasn't right. He quickly identified the scent with a nearby wolf. His head swung to his left to settle his lethal gaze directly on the wolf that was in their territory. "Iye," he growled, asking for back up.
He kept his trained eyes on both of the alien beast near his camp. As if this weren't enough to deal with, he caught the scent of another saber tooth a good distance away. A quick scan was all it took to pick out the female in the distance. He decided to keep her under his watch, but since she didn't pose an immediate threat, he focused on the mammoth and the wolf.
"What do you want?" he asked the intruders with a deep, rumbling growl and a snort of air through his nostrils.

[Maxxika]

Talek ---

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"But it was my fault, Miss Naveah. I was responsible for the protection of our tribe, and I have failed that job terribly." Talek said. He looked down toward his feet, moving his weight from one to the other as he thought before looking up again. "I am ready to leave when you are... and I will go where you lead without question." He gave a slight nod, then looked away to try and hide a yawn. He was tired, and he was starting to realize that he would need to sleep eventually. He couldn't forever protect his people without rest. It was almost impossible for him or anybody to do. Admitting that wasn't as easy for him though.

"How close were these, aquaintances?" Talek asked curiously. "And how much do you really trust them? Relying on others won't get us very far beyond just surviving." He whispered, nervous to be questioning her idea right after saying he would not. Still, he was concetned and wanted to be sure there was a real plan. Leaving the tribe to the leadership of a girl younger than he was wasn't something he really considered a great idea. Despite his concerns about the choice in leadership, he was still there to do his job. He really wasn't supposed to be involved in the leading part of this whole thing. He was nothing more than a general warrior. One who was probably more of a burden than a help to his tribe. He had done very little for them recently, even before these attacks he had felt quite useless.

"Sorry... I already broke my promise." He sighed, moving a hand over his hair and slowly taking a step back. "I'm sorry to interrupt. I'll uh... stay out of your business from now on. Promise this time." He told her, giving another nod before turning around and grabbing his spear. He wasn't sure what else he'd do, but he would find something to occupy himself with that wasn't bugging his leader.

I will protect you...

And everyone you love...

Even if the price is my life.

--------------- Talek

Played by; Kyle
Character; Talek
Words; 346
Character Mood; Tired.
Location; Outside the tent
OOC Notes; ((Shorter than his first... my average is generally between this one and his first if there is enough that I can think of.))

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

Anoe listened to the others talking, then looked at her companion Hutch with a "Be careful" look before sliding off her rock, holding her spear tenderly, her eyes preying on the wolf that walked around camp before coming further in. She walked carefully over to the edge of the camp, watching as it moved. When she noticed that it was merely curious, she left it alone for Hutch to deal with.
Turning around, the girl warrior of the tribe listened to Talek and Nevaeh before walking over.
"Talek, it wasn't your fault. I fel terrible too for letting everyone down but there was nothing any of us could have done," She told him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But it's just how life works. We can't do everything. We're not gods."

Her gaze drifted back off to Hutch, the corners of her lips tilting upwards in a small smile which almost immediately vanished and went back to a serious face. She looked to Adam at the fire and left the wo she had just spoken to and walked over to the fire. Everyone got their fair share of a conversation.
"Worried?" She asked him, feeling nervouseness and a bit of worry herself.

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Sierra continued walking in camp, keeping a close eye on the human watching her. It all seemed so eery {sp?} to her, different, strange but yet something was drawing her attention to it. She came to an abrupt stop when she nearly ran into a mammoth and a sabre-tooth tiger. He was bigger than her but only just. Sierra wouldn't let anyone push her around but it seemed that she would let him considering how curious she was.
"Nothing," She replied in her smooth, velvety tone, her tail dropping slightly. "I'm not here to hunt. Just curious." Her dark eyes scanned the place and she let her tongue loll out the side of her mouth, her breathing coming out even going along with the rhythm of her tail wagging slightly.

The sun was higher in the sky now, making her long grey and brown hair shine slightly. A leaf from an above tree fell on her muzzle and she rubbed her muzzle with a paw until it came off before sneezing and sitting down, closing her mouth and breathing through her nosrils. She could smell the lingering scent of the mammoth and the tiger, the smell getting up her nose. She looked around, her wolf senses taking in every smell and detail of the camp.

{Ugh sorry. That was dodgy for both of them...}

[Harpy•]

Tikaani came to a stop, eyeing the Saber with a deep emotion of hate, but restrained himself, just barely. He lifted his head, huge ivory tusks towering over both the Dire's and Saber's head, his head even higher. He glared from the tiger to the wolf and back again, clearly loathing both of the predators.
"Trying to avoid the female of your kind," he said, his voice deep, earthy, vibrating the ground itself beneath his massive feet. He gestured to Hutch at these words, narrowly missing the beast's head with a tusk. He wasn't here to start a fight, but he would most certainly finish one if it came to that. "I have no interest in your camp, none at all," he added, lowering his head slightly to look Hutch square in the eye. It would be read as fiercely true in his eyes; in fact, the mammoth thought it almost convenient that the humans would be leaving...taking a lot of the predators with them. He would never be able to let go of his hate of all meat-eaters, especially the Saber-tooths. He just wouldn't be able to do it.
He shifted his wait slightly from one foot to the other, swinging his mass of weight to his other side, and then back again. "And I will offer no help should you ask it."

[Nautica]

Hutch narrowed his eyes at the wolf, who spoke first. "Take your curiosity elsewhere. You can snoop around when we're gone," he said. His tone was just a little lighter now, less of a threat and more of a 'I have better things to do' tone.
Then he looked at the mammoth. Hutch didn't even blink as the beast swung his tusk in his direction, narrowly missing his face, but a small growl reverberate in his throat. "I wasn't exactly going to ask your help. There's no use in you beasts other than your meat and wool," he said, knowing fully well the benefits of having the sheer strength of the mammoth on the tribe's side. He was just too stubborn to admit it. "I hope you won't be offering others your 'help', for your own sake, of course.Go on your way now, that female shouldn't bother you."
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Nevaeh nodded to Talek at Anoe's words, then she smiled slightly out of amusement at Talek's promise to stay out of her buisness. She was glad she had people around like Talek to question her decision making. It helped her to make sure her decisions were smart and well thought out. "I've visited this tribe 6 times in my life. I, myself, know the chief's daughter and my father was well-acquainted with the chief. We traded with them a while back. And, Talek, would you not agree that surviving is the best we can hope for after all that's happened? We won't stay with them for long, we just need to rest and restore ourselves and our supplies," Nevaeh said gently and quietly, but loud enough so that Adam and Anoe, who were nearby could hear, as well.
She glanced over to where Hutch was confronting the two animals. That mammoth was stunning. Nevaeh could tell from her distance that he was young and healthy. And that wolf...it was hard to tell just by looking at her, but she seemed affable judging by the way she stood. She held potential for being a great tracker.
Hutch, be friendly. We could use their help, she said to the saber's mind.
Within seconds, she got the reply. Friendly? When have you ever known me to be friendly?
Nevaeh rolled her eyes and shook her head. He was impossible. He had probably already scared off the animals anyway with his arrogant behavior.


{Okay, let's just straighten this out: The humans can communicate with all animals through telepathy, but they cannot read their minds. The animals have to be speaking to their minds for them to be able to hear, and the humans must be speaking to the animals' minds for the animals to be able to hear it. So neither of the two can read the others mind; they can only send and receive. Does that make sense? haha almost confused myself there for a second}

[Popcorns]

The lion stood up, sensing Hutch leaving. He brushed his head slightly against Nevaeh's side, a soft purr coming from his throat. Wapi's purrs of comfert didn't come often and mostly only came for the tribe's alphess. His soft golden head lingered on her side, he could sense that she was putting on a show. But the touch was brief as the male took off, not following Hutch, but getting into a good veiw if something happened.
His eyes watched eagerly at the gathering, his ears picking up the slight coversations. His shoudlers tensed as the mammoth barley missed Hutch's head. The male loward himself to the ground untill his belly fur was brushing the cold European ground. His haunches wiggled slightly as his muscles tensed to spring forward. His ears flicked this way and that as he was absorbed in the conversation jus up the way from him. It would probably only take two springs to reach the group he trusted.

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Iye was already moving up the small banks when Hutch called him. Although most bears were though up as slow creatures, he could run about 30-40 mph when hunting with his long legs. But he moved about a speed about 25 mph. He stayed a few yards behind Hutch so that he had a better veiw of the three creatures. His eyes stayed on the mammoth and the female Tiger though. The dire wolf didn't cross Iye's mind as he knew if it came to a fight, the cat would take care of the canine. The giant bear was about a third size of the mammoth as he was tall as the average human. His tan faced creased slightly as he eyed both of the creatures, then flicking every once in awhile to the female saber-tooth.
The male gave a slight chuckle when Hutch responded in a normal Hutch like-way to the mammoth."Watch you mouth." He muttered slightly, knowing that with just a swing, there could Htuch kabob for dinner. But what the cat said was true.

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Adam rised from his haunches, kicked dirt of the small fire and turned his ehad when he heard Nevaeh.Part of him doubt the new leader. He himself didn't know this tribe. And after last ngiht, he felt like he couldn't trust anyone besides his family. He was goign to voice that shouldn't they jsut make a new camp and rest there? Somewhere away from other humans with spears and weapons? But nothing came as he knew Nevaeh would get more hassles later if this went wrong.
Adam's eyes flicked to the present problem; three unknow creatures. He could see Hutch, who was mostlikley questioning them. But his eyes stayed on the mammoth. Mammoths weren't hsi favorite type of food sorce. It took to much effort for the huters and always a chance that they wouldn't come back from the trip. Then his eyes went to the wolf. He had seen her tracks around camp before, but this was closest he had seen the creature.