Pure Dragon wrote:When Nanook finished grooming, he stood and confidently padded over to one of the wolves. He sniffed at a pool of blood flooding out from its side, then dug into his meal. Halfway through, he ran his tongue over his muzzle, turning the blood specks there into a larger pink streak. He picked his head up only slightly, and kept his gaze on his meal, but when he spoke it was clear he spoke to the male above him. "I won't hurt you. Not unless you give me a reason to," he said in a deep voice. The hint of a growl assured that these were not necessarily friendly words - just factual. He kept his ears pricked for the sound of claws scrabbling down bark, not wanting to be taken by surprise should the male decide to do anything stupid once - or rather, if - he came down.Nanook
- Male
- Loner
- Single
- In the forest, beneath a tree that Alik is in
Alik
With: Nanook ((and Zervan, though he doesn't know about that))
Location: In the Wilderness
Current Mood: Anxious.
Crush/Mate: None
The male pricked his ears up at the other loner’s words. He contemplated them momentarily, weighing up the risk that this loner was lying. However, thinking about things carefully, Alik unsheathed his claws and used them as grips as he cautiously climbed down the trunk of the tree. A metre or so above the ground, he sprang from the tree and landed on the hard ground below. The impact rippled down his side, reminding him of his injury. He winced slightly, though the pain was less than it was. He tried to hide it from the loner, afraid of the potential challenge that could ensue. He looked over at the loner and stared at him, his blue eyes like cold, hard ice. He cleared his throat, before saying, “I am sure you were only there to slay the wolves for your own purposes, but…” The male tailed off, not sure how much gratitude he should show to a loner who could potentially turn on him. Eventually, he found the courage to say it. “Thank you,” he growled abruptly. He felt something tugging his sense of smell all of a sudden. He looked down at the numerous wolf carcasses strewn over the scenery. His eyes burnt hungrily as the smell of fresh meat beckoned to him. He had never felt so hungry before. I guess I have to get use to this new life, he thought, regretting his decision to leave the Lone Warriors behind. He looked over at the other loner. His gaze was less hard this time, as they had a new purpose. They had a questioning look about them. A questioning look asking whether he was permitted to eat from a carcass or not…
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EveAngel wrote:
ϕ Leader
ϕ Male
ϕ Single, Looking
ϕ Bluegrass Pride
ϕ Thinking
ϕ With no oneZevran left his thinking spot near the pond and went back to where their dens were located. He spotted Zinerva and walked over to her. "Why weren't you up when we needed you? We could have used your help, but I suppose it has been fully taken care of. You might want to go find the search party as soon as you can, their scent is leading to the west, if you hurry, you can catch up to them." he ordered her, slightly walking past her, thinking of a strategic plan of where the other Guardians might be and if they wanted to join their pride, or if they were hostile and wanted to fight.
As he contemplated these thoughts, he heard the faint sound of wolf howls. Zevran made his way towards the stream and caught the scent of the loner that he was talking to earlier and the scent of Bianca. Zevran sniffed again and started to follow the scent of the loner. Once he got there, he saw two Guardians, one eating a wolf and another in a tree behind the Guardian. Zevran stood down wind so that his scent couldn't be picked up by the other two Guardians and he crouched down low at to watch them, wondering what was going to happen.Zinerva
With: No one
Location: Within the Bluegrass Pride's territory
Current Mood: Jealous
Crush/Mate: Aelius
Zinerva, though initially embarrassed by her leader bringing up her lazy behaviour, nodded obediently and headed over to the camp entrance. As she was about to leave camp, she felt a rush of air pass by her, accompanied by a very eager-looking Viskeir. Puzzled and confused, her eyes followed him to the kill pile and then the den. She blinked. “What was all that about?” she muttered to herself outloud. “Don’t tell me I missed out on taking on a loner!” She flicked the tip of tail. Just as she received an order from Zervan, the very patrol she was supposed to have joined had now returned and she’d missed out on the action. Suddenly, a sound of another Antlered Guardian moving towards the camp caught her attention…
---GrayStar51 wrote:[center]viskeir➢ male
➢ subordinate
➢ bluegrass pride
➢ singleThe male ignored his ominous warnings, simply turning away to head back to the pride's land. He needed to get back. He called for his two companions to follow. "Resh, Melody, let's go home. Now." He beckoned. They walked back to camp in silence, Viskeir keeping a brisk pace, leaving the two females behind. He reached cap first, and shook out his fur. He went over to the food pile, selecting a large shank of meat, and sitting down to eat it by his den.
Melody
With: Zinerva
Location: At camp
Current Mood: Nervous
Crush/Mate None of your business!
The female nodded and followed Viskeir obediently. She watched as he picked up his pace, obviously eager to get back. She watched him go on ahead for a while, wondering what was on his mind (whether something had troubled him or he was just eager to get back), before lowering her head and continuing to head back to camp at her own pace. She didn’t want to speak to Reshkomanan at this point in time. Her mind was lost, deep in thought. How foolish she must have seemed to both of them, cowering before that loner. Both of them had stood tall and proud, noble defenders of their pride, as they should be. What must they think of her now? She decided not to bring it up in conversation. Maybe they hadn’t noticed and she’d get away with acting like a frightened cub. Either way, she wouldn’t feel any better by working herself up.
As she approached camp, she looked up and scanned the scenery. She was soon greeted by the sort-of-happy face of the constant-grump that was Zinerva. She smiled warmly at her old friend as she rubber shoulders with her affectionately.
“How was your patrol?” the russet female asked Melody, her eyes eager and burning with the desire to get the details. “I heard you went after a loner or something.” She nodded to the den. “Viskeir just got back himself and is enjoying a little snack.”
Melody nodded to her friend, her purple eyes politely fixed on Zinerva’s own eyes. “Yes, we did. A shaman loner. The dangerous kind.”
Zinerva flicked her tail in anticipation. “Well?! Did you get ‘im?!” The female’s eyes were now burning with a predatory nature.
Melody knew that Zinerva had some sort of issue with loners. The female seemed to want to shred every loner she came into contact with, though she had no idea why. Melody was troubled by her friend’s nature and the frown on her face revealed such thought. “No… We were on his land, not ours, in the end. We let him go…”
Zinerva frowned in disappointment. But she composed herself and half-smiled at Melody. “Come on, let’s get something to eat. You’ll need your strength if you're going to back up Viskeir’s report.”
So the two females left to grab left over prey from the pile…
((Feel free to interrupt the females. I don’t want to be constantly RP-ing with myself, but I will try and develop Melody and Zinvera’s relationship like this every now and then.))