[King of Crows]

Name: No Name
Gender: Male
Owner: No Owner

Want to win this little guy over? Write a hunting story! What position do you think he'd have? Would he be the Lead Hunter? The 2nd (one that clings to prey's back), or the Shepherds (those chasing the prey to the Lead Hunter)? Type out a story of him hunting with his party. Minimum of 5 sentences to qualify.
HUNTING INFO:

A pack of Ryuk wolves will usually have hunting parties of about about 4 to 6 experienced males that are in charge of providing the pack with food. The number of separate hunting parties depends upon the size of the pack, the larger the pack, the more hunting parties.
The party will track down large prey such as caribou, elk, reindeer, moose, and deer. They then will circle off a single member of the prey and the leading Hunter will give the signal for the party to attack. Most of the ryuk will usually run the prey down, snapping at it and goading it towards the lead hunter, while another will usually cling to the back of the prey, doing as much damage as it can, and holding on for dear life. The lead hunter will wait for the rest of the party to chase the prey to it's hiding spot, then the lead hunter will ram into the prey and deliver the killing blow. Then all of the party will divide the prey into pieces and carry the pieces back to the rest of the pack, after eating the next party will go out.
The lead hunter always plans the attack and gives the signals, it will also choose which animal to take down, and generally directs which way the animal will go. The lead hunter is always a more dominant, well respected Ryuk.

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Ryuk Wolf Adoptions

Ryuk wolves © Bleeding ♠ Mercury

[§Nevermore.Hautbois§]

I will certainly enter! I love this guy. Is there a certain end date?

[§Nevermore.Hautbois§]

Name: Kapugen(it means 'warrior' in Inuit. Kapu for short)

Kapugen let out a growl, signalling for his four hunters to form a line behind him. This was not his first time being lead hunter on a hunt, and he had specific techniques for his hunting party. Leading the party through tall grass, Kapu put his nose to the air, alert for prey. After about an hour he picked up something, the smell of an elk herd. Swishing his long lion-like tail he commanded his followers to stay put. With the aid of his brown and tawny pelt he stalked through the dead winter grass. He was made for this and he knew it.

All of his markings made sense, his stripes, his odd paw colours. They were all for camouflage. However, his wings did cause some issues. While true they were helpful in escape and battle and could probably assist Kapugen in his hunting, he preferred to hunt on the ground using stealth instead of leaps and speed. The wings were bulky, and he often found them distracting.

The camouflaged male was climbing a hill, his party waiting behind. Once he reached the top he saw the elk down below. Having to go down into the valley would be difficult for his team but he knew his party would succeed. Another swoosh of his slender tail and the other ryuks were coming up upon him. Once they were all gathered he pointed his black nose at an old cow, his emerald eyes locked on her. Having told his party what elk to chase he turned, softly padding down the hill. He quietly waited, hiding in the winter-dried grass. The party would drive the elk through the shallow part of the river in hopes of tiring it before Kapugen was able to spring and make the final kill. His second, Amari, was injured in the last hunt and had to be replaced with a young, head-strong male, Keru. Though worried about Keru's lack of experience, Kapu was sure they could bring down the elk.

A sound, a glomping. Running hooves pounding the earth as they came near him, closer and closer. All of the ryuks were still chasing the old cow, Keru unable to get upon the beast's back. If the young one didn't soon it could put them all in danger and jeopardize the hunt. The team was on the cow's heals, chasing it towards the water, only now there was no sign of the new second anywhere. Though Keru was missing, Kapugen was close enough to the elk to spring and make the final bite. He ran into the water, his wings folded back, his muscles pulsing. The beast reared in the air, its hooves barely missing the leader's head. Snarling, the strong male jumped, grabbing ahold of the prey's neck, his sharp canines digging past the rough hide and into the stringy meat, severing an artery. Blood gushed and poured out everywhere, staining Kapu with victory as the dying cow fell, laying lifeless in the shallow waters of the icy river, its blood tainting it red. Silently the ryuk gave thanks for the animal's life, and when he finished the rest of the team started tearing the meat to take it back home. Their lead however, did not touch the meat. Instead he went to find the fallen hunter, his new second. He started of at a brisk pace, his paws carefully paced, steady and firm. Each step he took left a paw print in the dry earth, along with a trickling trail of elk blood. It wasn't long before he found the ryuk lying still in the grass. The second had suffered from a hard kick, causing him to loose consciousness. There was no blood except that of the elk, and the hunter was still breathing. Slowly, Kapugen wedged him self under Keru, lifting him onto his back before turning, carefully heading to the river where he had left the party and the elk. When he returned, the respected lead was greeted only by nods as he gripped the last of the meat in his maw, Keru still on his back. Everything settled, the party headed home to feed the pack and get attention to Keru. Once again Kapugen was deemed a hero.

[King of Crows]

No, not really, ending date depends on how many entrees he gets

[zima.]

Name:
Ikan

Gender:
Male

Rank:
Lead Hunter

The Hunt:
Ikan padded towards the herd of caribou, his footsteps making no sound as the quiet snow fell. The caribou pawed through the dirt and snow, looking for what little food they could find in the cold winter weather.
Ikan snorted quietly to himself. Stupid caribou, he thought. [/i]What are they doing here? They shold have left long ago, befoer the snow set in.[/i]
They were still ar enough away that the large beasts would not hear them for quite a while, so Ikan turned to the pack. He had brought six males this time, because the new recruits, as he thought of them, needed practice, and he would need the older, more experienced males for the real help today.
He gestured with his head to move onward, and he padded foward again, quicker.
About ten yards away from the caribou, he lifted his tail, telling the others to stop. He gestured his second-in-command foward to help him pick out they prey.
Ikan nodded to a large male. "I know we don't usually do this, but.......We're starving, Misan. We need the bigger males this time. We can't survive on the old and weak."
Misan nodded grimly, his jaw set. "I know, Ikan. It's just so sad. I hate to take the ones who's time isn't near anyways.
Ikan nodded his head, understanding. It always gave him a feeling of remorse when he killed an animal that wasn't old or weak. But his Pack had to come first. The pups had been born unusually early this year, and the mothers needed good, healthy meat to keep the pups strong in the cold.
He motioned foward again, and the Pack spread out. He went and hid in the bishes, close enough to the river that the deer would have trouble getting away. He watched, silent, as the hunters drove the young, strong buck closer towards him.
Misan was on his back, tearing at his spine, trying to bite through his thick hide. Ikan leaped out of the bushes, sailing through the air, and landed just in front of the caribou. He stood on his hind legs, and grabbed the throat of the animal, and shook. The animal fell on its side, kicking, then lay still. Ikan looked at the dead animal, sad that he had to take its life.
He then turned to the hunters. "Divide it up, and carry it back. The pups are hungry."
He grabbed the biggst hind leg, and, with the rest of the hunting party, grimly walked back home.
The snow started to fall once again, both beautiful and deadly.

Withdrawing; Mercury knows why

[Nimaine]

Name: Sundace (it's a small silver fish)

Rank: Shepherd

Story:

The second hunter has guts, the lead hunter gets the glory, but being a shepherd was a thinking Ryuk's game. Sundace could feel the air move as the elk's antlers slashed just beside him. His soul laughed, and his body dodged easily. This was fun, this was easy! He raced around the elk in a circle, while the poor beast tried to avoid dizziness by turning only partly around before switching in the other direction, to meet Sundace going the other way. But no matter what tricks the old elk tried, Sunny was up to all of them. There was a light in his eyes and a doggie smile on his face as he dodged in and out, and ran around and around.

"Cut that out and send him to the Lead!" the second growled with a mouth full of fur. The second was clinging bravely to the elk's back and becoming a little dizzy.

"He's right, Sundace," yapped one of the other shepherds, "Quit showing off!"

Sundace tossed his head at the exact right moment, avoiding another nasty scar and saving his eyesight. "You're all just jealous." He wasn't even breathing very hard. "You should all be gratefull that I'm taking the edge of this guy." Sundace was so busy outwitting the elk he failed to notice another shepherd, who came up from behind and nipped Sundace on the rump. "Yipe!" Sundace yelped, "That hurt, Cardinal!"

"Serves you right, pup. You should listen to the Second. How would you like to be in his position, eh?" While Cardinal was speaking, the other shepherd sent the elk towards the leader's position. Cardinal and Sundace both followed. Sundace was seething at being addressed as "pup." He hadn't been a pup in years, and what's more, Cardinal himself was only a year older then Sundace.

If they hadn't been in the middle of a hunt, Sundace would have taken the time right then and there to teach Cardinal a lesson. Instead, he snapped viciously at the elk's retreating hooves in order to relieve his tension. The Second, his mouth still full of elk hide, thought 'oh great. Now the Leader's got to sort out this argument. Why can't Sundace be a little more serious during these hunts? Doesn't he know the pack depends on them?'

In fact, Sundace did know how important a hunt was. But it was also important, he considered, to keep up morale. And that was what he intended to keep right on doing.

[§Nevermore.Hautbois§]

When will this be ending? ^_^

[King of Crows]

Very very soon! I'm just getting a few things straightened out! I plan on Judging later today

[§Nevermore.Hautbois§]

Awesome (: Thanks for answering so quickly.