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 Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 2:06 pm
 The night had brought about a rough storm, even though they were safe within their den, their leader Blade had stayed awake during the whole thing. The howling winds, the thunder and lighting, the hail which pounded on the partial waterfall. It was one of the worst storms he had experienced, this storm was also a sign that winter was well on its way. When morning came about the storm had subsided. The knight left the den to investigate the damage the nightly storm had done to his land, and maybe in the mean time he'd go out and hunt for his pack's morning breakfast.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 2:44 pm
Many dead branches had been knocked down from their respective trees during the night, plaguing the forest with dead wood clouding the normal paths he would have taken to the hunting grounds. The knight had to go around some of these places, planning to clear them out later for future use, keeping note of where these places were. Finding himself in an empty field where the herds usually grazed his tail fell between his legs. The deer must have also taken shelter from the storm. Putting his nose to the ground he sniffed it trying to track the direction of the herd by scent. Though with the rains the night before most of the scents had been washed away.
Placing his tongue to the ground he attempted to find any movement his lands. Something was north...but he couldn't tell what it was, or if it was even on his land or not, the vibrations were so faint. Paws or hooves he didn't know what exactly they were, so withdrawing his tongue he moved to investigate, making note of where more parts of paths would need to be cleaned of the fallen branches from above.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 9:16 pm
After making his way to the northern boarders of his lands the krokota stopped to catch his breath. Ears flicking on the top of his head as he attempted to search for the creature which had caused the vibrations he felt earlier. Retracting his tongue to the ground he began to search once more for the vibrations. This time they were stronger, hooves by the feeling of them. Deer was still on the menu for breakfast, even if he had to venture off of their land for the hunt he would bring back a meal for the pack.
Blade tracked down the herd stalking them silently, and then he made his move, pouncing upon the herd. He was quick to kill his prey, his attack caused the rest of the herd to scatter in all directions quickly running from him. Picking up his kill he hoisted it upon his back, it was at that time when his ears picked up something. Looking around him he search for a heat signature but found none. Knightly instincts kicking in he felt something was off. Now he was off to investigate. Following his nose and ears he found himself stumbling upon a ransacked den, those who had inhabited it were dead. The stench of death was strong now, very strong.
Searching he looked for heat signatures, none which he could find. Sniffing a Krokota corpse, his nose wrinkled, "Wolves" he growled. This was their doing, their scent covered everything. None of the pack seemed to be alive, all were dead. There were no heat signatures in sight, but his ears kept hearing something, the sound of breathing, but where exactly was it coming from. Figuring one of the dead bodies had to be covering up anothers' heat signature he started to sniff around.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 10:58 am
 He stayed as silent as he could as he heard foot steps echo through out the den. Xai couldn't understand why his mother wasn't moving, was the danger still present? Thoughts of his brother wandered into his mind, where could he be? What about father was okay? he had to be, father was a strong warrior, strongest of the pack Too afraid he didn't want to expose himself so the pup stayed put under his mother's corpse.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 12:17 am
"Come on out now," He spoke gently, trying to coax who ever it was out of their hiding spot. "I won't hurt you." Blade continued to sniff the area trying to find the scent of a live Krokota, but all he could smell was those scents of the dead ones. As he continued to move further into the den his nose caught the scent. It was faint, but there. He moved a bit trying to keep his limbs from falling asleep. Though as he moved his muzzle caught something wet, cold and sticky. The scent was irony, he knew this scent...blood. Why was there blood on mother? The little one really couldn't understand what was happening. His premature mind was incapable of being able to comprehend the current situation.
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