Username: Nisshou H Your Saber: Golden Tiger Smilodon Saber's Name: Cipriano Saber's temper: Clever Saber's Story:Everyone is welcome in the pack. Cipriano had heard those words more times than he could count since he had joined Agueda and her pack. At first he had cherished those words more than anything in the world. Now they made him sick.
Agueda and her followers had found him, beaten, bloody and lying half-dead in a ravine. They had taken him in, shared their food, their water and their healing herbs. He had come from a pack where food was fought over with savagery. If you could not find pray of your own you had to try and steal it and getting caught was met with painful consequences. Agueda’s kind ways had won him over just as she had won the hearts of all her followers. She had been a benign queen with a gentle paw.
She had been a fool.
So had he.
If Cipriano hadn’t been struck dumb by blind affection he would have seen it sooner. He should have seen it sooner. The pack grow larger with every week. More and more of their kind flocked away from old packs to join the mutual sharing. At first Cipriano had been happy to see them. More people had seen Agueda’s greatness and he was pleased. It was years before he understood what a predicament they were truly in.
Each day the hunters would go out and bring home their kills to be divided equally among the pack. The day Cipriano finally understood was the day the hunters had brought down a single stag. It was a large one and when he had first met the gracious Agueda it would have feed the entire pack. That night his share wasn’t even an entire mouthful. It was then that he looked upon his fellows and saw what he should have seen from the start: they were too many. They could not support the numbers they had accumulated the way they used to and each day brought worse results. The pray had been picked over so thoroughly that there was nothing left to hunt and even moving the pack didn’t yield better results.
Cipriano went to Agueda one cold night in the autumn. Winter was always the hardest and a hard decision had to be made. If they could not lessen the pack they would all die. His beautiful lady had disagreed with him. She promised better hunts in the future and that all hardships would pass. Cipriano tried to make her understand but she remained firm. He hated the thoughts in his head, the treacherous voices of his old pack, but he understood now why they had been the way they had.
He apologized to his beautiful, benign lady, just before he ripped open her throat. He laid her to her eternal rest in the depths of a lack before returning to the pack. He told them that he had been in conference with Agueda and she wanted 2/3rds of the pack to join her at the old hunting grounds where pray had recently been seen. The rest of the pack was to remain with Cipriano and seek out a new territory.
Cipriano wanted to vomit seeing how easily the majority of the pack eagerly headed to their deaths. They believed him. They trusted him and he had turned against them in the interest of saving the remainder of the pack. Those that stayed behind were lead far away from the others by Capriano leaving no sign of where they had gone so that the others could never find them.
Everyone is welcome in the pack. Cipriano heard Agueda’s words every night as he struggled to sleep. The words were a poison that could kill everyone as soon as they swallowed them as he had. They were words that Cipriano would never let his new pack utter lest they face the same fate as Agueda and her loyal followers that had followed nothing but her name into the clutches of death.
Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 12:32 pm
♥♥This Saber is My Leader!♥♥
Username: stormflower Your Saber: Golden Tiger Smilodon Saber's Name: Smilie (Goes by Smi "sm-ee") Saber's temper: ill-tempered Saber's Story: Escaped from imprisonment, named as a cruel joke, forced to smile and 'dance' as if he was a pet. He knew not his masters. Some walked up-right on two legs, others on 4-hooves, both equally ugly and now equally dead! He's not sure how he was set free but once he was he killed those that tormented him and swore he would never follow another. He would be his own and no one could capture him again! Unimaginative to change his name he shortened it and avoids others as a rule, untrusting of them. Has met a few like him in their own ways, but baring his fangs he stands as leader of all and slave to none. Never again, Similie was left behind and Smi was here to lead them all.
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♥♥This Saber is My Leader!♥♥
Username: Alanna the Pirate Queen Your Saber: Snow Leopard Saber Saber's Name: Lahmalia Saber's temper: Domineering Saber's Story:
I am the Khagan, the King of Kings, Lahmalia thought to herself as she stood regally upon an outcropping that jut jauntily over the edge of her pack's homeden. A crescent moon shone eerily on the horizon, huge and yellow, casting light and shadow throughout the forest below. Her mottled coat shimmered over sleek, well-used muscles; her brilliantly blue eyes pierced through the dark with proud alertness.
It had been years in the making. Traditionally, only males had the strength and drive to become Khagan. There were many Khatun, the mare of the Khagan, but Lahmalia did not want the lesser title. She was as powerful as the mountain, as swift as the wind, as clever as the fox, and as wise as the owl. She had watched the old Khagan closely throughout her childhood. She listened and learned, practiced and grew. When the time came for the Mantaku, the Trails of Leadership, Lahmalia excelled beyond any could have imagined. She brought old Khagan Bruhtuhm to his knees, and even though it had been within her right to end his life, she granted him Elder status and he now enjoys the respect given to the most seasoned of the pack.
And now, today had been a successful day. She joined the pack's hunters, to observe the skills of young Pahan as he attempted to pass the Rankah, the Trail of Adulthood. He had done well and had shown good judgement and admirable strength during the cornering of the mammoth and the final strike. It was usually left to the Khagan to make the kill during large hunts, but during a Rankah, the young one was expected to prove their ability to do so should the Khagan falter. Pahan would make a good addition to the hunters.
The day had also been one of joy, for as Pahan had passed his trail, new life had graced the pack; a healthy litter of three, birthed during high noon. They would bare the mark of the sun, those three. She looked forward to watching them grow, deciding who in the pack would be their mentors. Perhaps this would be the litter that held her own apprentice. Alas, time would tell.
As her mind wandered, however, a small frown flitted across her regal visage. Tanlock had been stirring trouble again. There were always those select few traditionalists, who held on to the old beliefs. It never sat quite well with him that a mare had out-competed him. He was strong, this is true, but he was not fast nor clever nor wise. Well, perhaps he may be clever, for he seemed to be gathering support, but he certainly was not wise. The pack was facing a harsh winter, as the Udgan had foreseen in her fire. Now was not the time for quarreling amongst themselves. She would have to confront him. It would have to be soon. There was no room for unrest in her pack, and she would either prove to him her strength, or end him and prove to the others never to question.
The night wore on as Lahamlia pondered her pack and what the next day would bring. I am the Khagan, the King of Kings, and my pack thrives beneath my rule.
Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 3:16 pm
Edit 6/14: Word count said I was a word over the 5th time checking, edited it, re-checked and was told it was at 600 instead. Reposted original version that now says it's at 799.
She never wanted to lead. It had all been an accident.
Without knowing what the fight actually meant, Lokra had usurped the elderly leader. No one had told her what he had summoned her for, especially not so soon after his last heir had decided to take off on his own. Ever-willing to lend a paw, to help others overcome grief, she went to him, and accepted his invitation to what was supposed to be a friendly little tussle.
One day she was daydreaming about following in her father's footsteps, travelling the world. The next, her leader, her Alpha, was bowing his head to her, declaring her the new leader.
Thus far, only two days later, the position had yielded little luxury.
"Th-the....The hunting parties should..." She stuttered, scrambling to come up with a plan. The pack looked at her expectantly, and some were glaring at her. The sun was already higher in the sky, severely diminishing their chances of successful hunts, and their bellies were starting to twinge with hunger.
Lokra shook where she stood. Sure, she'd been given ideas on how to lead, she'd watched the old leader many times. But here, now, in the position herself, she was drawing a blank. Wanting to run and leave the pack to their own devices, Lokra closed her eyes, clenching her jaw to keep herself from sobbing.
"It's alright."
Snapping her eyes open, she turned to look into the eyes of her former leader. His blind eyes seemed to stare directly into hers, and she felt her worries melt away as he offered her a warm, calm smile.
"I suggest..." The elderly saber trailed off to whisper in hushed tones. Offering routes, party sizes, prey to go after.
Swallowing thickly, Lokra took each and every bit of advice to heart. Straightening up, she shook her mane, looked directly at her pack, and tried again.
"Vorg, take three of the hunters and go east. Scout the Mammoth fields." The large grey saber nodded, shouldering his way out of the pack with three others at his tail. They went contentedly.
"Olgra, make your way south along the river with two others. The fish-catchers should be plentiful this time of day." A tabby saber nodded with a smile, turning to leave before being stopped by Lokra's voice once more. "Careful if you venture onto the ice along the banks, it'll be melting." Lokra warned, and the saber named Olgra twitched her tail in response and padded out. They, too, were content to go.
"Rota, go to---"
Lokra didn't finish. The spotted saber known as Rota was listening attentively, but the black saber next to her let out a furious snarl.
"She will do no such thing!" His voice was deep and full of anger. Lokra began to speak again, but was quickly drowned out. "Your indecisiveness....You could be sending us to our deaths! You have no experience!" So angry was his yelling that bits of spittle flew out of his mouth.
"Kazal! Hold your tongue!" Rota protested, giving Lokra an apologetic look before shrinking away from the black saber, Kazal, as he snarled again.
"What kind of leader takes advice from others!?"
For a moment, Lokra stood silent. Trembling, she cast a glance over to the elderly saber, who remained silent and simply gave her an encouraging smile. From him to the pack, her piercing blue eyes scanned each and every one of them. Their expressions ranged from concerned, to like Kazal's; Angry.
"A good one."
Kazal actually shut his maw, looking at the mare curiously.
"If I didn't care, I wouldn't try. Zukaza has been a wise, fair, and strong leader." Looking over to the elderly male, she smiled. "I can....I will take his advice." Snapping her head back to glare at Kazal, she narrowed her piercing blue eyes.
"And I'll not suffer a fool who thinks it's not okay to ask for help in order to look after the best interests of the pack!" Hackles raised, Lokra finally bared her fangs at Kazal's insubordination. "Being a leader...is looking out for all of you! Not protecting my own pride! It's keeping us fed, protected. And if I need to seek advice to ensure that the pack thrives...then I will."
Silently, Kazal bowed his head, using a paw to wipe the spittle from his maw. Zukaza smiled once more before lying down, content and humored.
"Now." Lokra finally continued. "Rota, I need you...And Kazal to go and patrol the border." A mischievous twinkle appeared in her eye as Kazal's head snapped up, and Rota seemed to blush.
The pack would thrive. She'd fit into the footsteps of those before her, even if they were not her father's.
Lokra, Leader of the Frostmoon Pack, would see her pack flourish.
Username: magnadearel Your Saber: Golden Tiger Smilodon Saber's Name: Guiren Saber's temper: Wise Saber's Story: He hadn’t always been as strong as he was now. No, in fact when he’d been born he’d been a rather weak and sickly foal. Guiren spent much of his early days at the back of the pack as the stronger more aggressive members played. He didn’t spend his time back there doing nothing though. He watched and learned; for while his body was weak his mind was not. He took the time to study the moves of his stronger herd mates. He analyzed each and every move, then tried to devise a way that a weaker pony could overcome the strength of the other.
He had one steadfast friend who helped him. Mainly let him test his ideas out on them. Sometimes these ideas and sometimes they didn’t. Failures didn’t bother him. They only drove him to try harder, or figure out a smarter move. As he grew, Guiren overcame his childhood illness. While he grew stronger he never matched the strength of the others his age. It was harder for him to make friends as the others favored strength over intelligent. He learned to be content with what he had.
When he was a young stallion, a new herd leader took over. The new leader was powerful and strong; he was also cruel and selfish. Being he was the strongest, most sighed to the inevitable and bowed their heads. Not Guiren. Not after he knew what horrors this leader was capable of. He stepped up to challenge. It was an unlike match there ever was. Herd member unsure who they should be rooting for; the fierce and strong, or the smart and not-so-strong.
It was his smarts and cunning that won him the day. Guiren used his opponent’s own strength against him. The battled looked to drag on and with it sure defeat for Guiren. He let his opponent’s pride and underestimate of himself play to his favor. The young stallion watched and waited for his opening and then took it. He rose from the fight as the new leader to lead the pack into a new era!
Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2016 9:12 am
♥♥This Saber is My Leader!♥♥
Username: ramenli Your Saber: Golden Tiger Smilodon Saber's Name: Sol Saber's temper: Decisive Saber's Story: His herd was growing, and Sol was pleased as he surveyed them. These days he didn't even have to recruit, others approached him seeking admittance, knowing he was a fierce protector and a vicious fighter. That was not all, however. He knew his reputation, knew they found his judgments fair even when they were not in their favor, and other soquili were naturally attracted to that. To him. He preened slightly, allowing himself to bask in self indulgence for a moment before moving toward the small hill that would set him above the rest of his pack.
The breeze tugged at his fur, rippling it playfully with the brisk air before he drew back his lips and snarled, the noise spreading like wildfire through the herd until all eyes were on him, even the smallest of his children standing to attention. Even the breeze died down, the air still, the entire glade focused on what he was about to say.
"It has come to my attention that there are those among us who have not learned that we are no mere herd, we are pack." He paused, allowing for the rumble of snorts and growls following his proclamation. "There are those here that would begrudge our newest pack mates their place. That do not follow the hierarchy.
"We are not all equal." He looked around at each of his pack members, giving a nod of approval to his hunters, his warriors, and the mothers that tended to the young. "But we keep the herd strong. When we are united nothing can stop us. No one can stand against us. We are the for pack, and--" he paused, waiting for his pack to fill in the rest, and they did not fail him.
"We ARE the pack," they recited before ending the saying with a snarl and a lift of their heads, exposing their throats to him.
"Sarkand."
With the name the pack fell silent, confusion rippling through the crowd as the hunter himself looked unsure but still took several paces forward.
"You did not hunt with us."
The stallion in question was standing on three legs, one forepaw barely touching the ground as he held his weight off of an injury. He started to speak but Sol cut him off, not wanting to hear the logical excuse.
"You did not hunt with us, but you ate with us. You ate before the expecting mothers. You ate before the foals." The pack was silent, their confusion now focused into knowledge, several starting to growl. Hunters in his pack ate first, but those that did not contribute waited until after those that needed the meat first had eaten. It was law, and it was not something to be argued with.
"Tark would have killed you," Sol stated simply, referencing the stallion that had been the pack leader when he was but a foal. "Bors would have exiled you." The leader after Tark, and the one that Sol had put out of his misery when he was strong enough to seize control. "I am neither of them, and I am willing to give those under my care a chance to redeem themselves.
"You will leave now on a hunt. Your belly is full, surely you have the strength for it. You may return to the pack when you bring back a suitable tribute. A deer should suffice, to make up for what you stole out of the mouths of the pack."
Sarkand's ears drew back flat, but he could hardly argue, and he certainly wasn't in a position to fight. He'd need years to bulk up to be a proper threat, and with his injury he was already at a disadvantage. A disadvantage that would also hinder him in completing his task.
But it was possible, and if he managed it it would prove that he was a strong warrior, and worthy of being in the pack. If he managed it Sol would welcome him back openly, and there would be no shaming him on his return. "Leave now, and may the hunt favor you."
He stood, steady, firm, watching the younger stallion's head duck slightly before he limped toward the forest, the others standing back from him, wary but not hateful. It wasn't until he moved back from the top of the hill that they began to move, the normal sounds of pack life filling the air.
The breeze began anew, rustling the needles of the trees around them.
Username: poke mattix Your Saber: SaberTooth Male Saber's Name: Dagger Saber's temper: Adapt Saber's Story: The weather had become strange, and the land, even stranger. There had been no rain for months, and the once lush greenery that had covered their territory was now reduced to a few sparse clumps of grass, that even the hardiest of herbivores couldn't eat. The larger animals had left long ago in search of greener pastures, leaving the smaller ones to eke out a living.
The pack was struggling to feed themselves, the prey that was available much harder to hunt, but even these problems were nothing compared to the terror that threatened them every day.
They had seen bears before, but these ones, whom had appeared in their lands only recently, were twice the size of normal bears, Their large paws tipped with claws so sharp they could tear a saber in two, their teeth so massive they could bite your head off. Their footfalls shook the earth, and if one caught you in it's sight it was futile to escape, as these bears would pursue you to the ends of the earth.
These were just some of the mythic stories passed around the pack members, leaving them frightened for their lives, unable to venture out and hunt.
It was around this time, when the pack grew hungrier by the day, that a lone saber walked into their lands. Dagger was his name, most likely inspired by his intense eyes that pierced through all, not to mention the razor sharp canines that all sabers possessed.
The pack did not care for his namesake, intent on chasing out the trespasser.
"Begone!" They snarled. "You are not welcome here. Leave before we make you!"
Dagger merely stood there, inspecting the rather skinny sabers. He was quite skinny himself, the loner life a harsh one, and a life he was growing tired of. Perhaps now was the time to change that.
"I want to join your pack" He stated, simply. "I grow tired of solitude, and the empty belly that comes with it."
"You wont find your fill here, thats for sure." One of the younger sabers spoke, earning a harsh glare from a senior member. He lowered his heard, ears swiveled back from being reprimanded. The senior member then turned to Dagger.
"It is as the young one says." He said softly. "There is not enough food to go around, and the little that there is, is taken by those monstrous bears."
The lone saber remained neutral, having heard of these bears before. "I'm surprised you are still here then. Why have you not moved with the larger prey? Surely you know it is foolish to stay."
"What choice do we have? It is no smarter to wonder off into the unknown. Where would we go?"
A small smile crept across Dagger's face. "I know of a dense forest that is a moons travel from here. There is much prey to be found, and no bears to be seen. They do not like the thick trees." He stepped closer, his gaze boring into each of the pack members. "If you let me join, I could lead you there."
Members of the pack turned to each other, exchanging surprised, and yet hopeful glances. It sounded too good to be true. Whispers spread around them, some wanting to go, others not so sure.
"What makes you think we would trust you to lead us?" The spoke up, silencing the others. "How do we know what you speak is the truth."
Dagger merely shrugged. "Because, as far as I see it, you could gamble on me, or you could stay here and starve, or get eaten by bears."
In the end, they all agreed to follow him. Though he wasn't very strong, he was experienced, able to keep the pack away from their feared enemy. He shared his knowledge freely as they traveled, pointing out plants that could be used to clean wounds and cure ailments, meanwhile helping to cover their tracks, and even showing them new hunting methods, and how to use the environment to their advantage. Soon enough, they had reached the forest, which proved to be a bountiful sanctuary to the pack, whom all trusted Dagger to lead them from now on.
Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2016 1:01 pm
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surprised Still no Familiars though!
♥♥This Saber is My Leader!♥♥
Username: ~Masamune~ Your Saber: Golden Tiger Smilodon Saber's Name: Zeno Saber's temper: Stoic Saber's Story: From a young age, Zeno learnt the hard way that it was better to hide his emotions. He was an only child, and as such was treated very strictly by his father, who saw Zeno as the future leader of their Herd. Of course, there were many who disagreed with his succession, and plotted to take him out upon the death of his father.
The day that his father passed away, Zeno shed no tears. He loved his father dearly, but what use would tears do him now? No, it was better to endure his pain, and not allow it to show on the outside. Although this made him look quite strong, it did not stop the enemies of his father carrying out their plot, or at least trying to.
Three rival males would enter his cave, each looking to kill him and take the Herd for themselves. None of them would leave. For although Zeno appeared stoic on the outside, on the inside he was completely in turmoil. For those males to have attacked him at his most vulnerable yet volatile state, he had no choice but to make an example of them.
Using his great fangs and claws, he killed and skinned all three of them, throwing their bloody pelts over nearby trees for all to see. He took no pleasure in the fear this then instilled in his herd, but he was new to this leadership thing. He hoped it would get easier from here.
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♥♥This Saber is My Leader!♥♥
Username: Tara de Draiocht Your Saber: Golden Tiger Smilodon Saber's Name: Alaric (Ruler of All) Saber's temper: Stoic Saber's Story: Alaric was once apart of a great and powerful pride groomed to be leader until an expected twist changed everything. It all began when his aunt became his primary care giver. His estranged aunt on his fathers side whom emotionally manipulated Alaric into believing that he was the cause of his parents death when it had been in fact disease that had hit the clan hard. The aunt had done this in hopes of controlling Alaric. Control the power, control the pride. What he could gather from other members was that his parents past history was that they had been very much in love. A forbidden love. That love had brought forth Alaric. Things did not go as planned for the aunt, as each day passed his aunt grew more bitter and angry when Alaric hit teen-hood, he fled his home and pride in sorrow. Alone for so long he became stoic towards all. A coping mechanism from his past. Alaric as aged he traveled. He traveled to forget and traveled to out run his demons. What he didn't know was that in future he would meet some unlikely characters and create a pride of his own. A band of misfits. Just because one was different in appearance did not mean one was incapable of ruling or forging bonds.
Wiry and long-legged, her body never had any reserves when times got rough. She successfully fought through pains of hunger and injury and the weakness brought on by illness when others thought she should not survive. But she did. She worked twice as hard and failed twice as many times as many sabers her age. But the sun shone brightly in her golden eyes and reflected itself from her fur, as if a small portion of its power had conveyed itself through her. It was merely an illusion of course, but to those who felt her determined gaze, that heat radiated.
The pack leader lay injured and dying, gored and tossed aside by a large rogue saber. Perhaps it was of little surprise that she was chosen to succeed him, however, the time was all wrong. She was barely of age to bear young! Maybe in a few years, but not now! Her silent expression of fear and dismay mixed with her growing grief. And with his fading sight, he saw it.
"She is small but strong, young but dedicated to the good of all. Those of you who believe she is not ready, rethink, for she will make a great leader."
The old leader lingered for several hours. There was little anyone could do but try to make him a little more comfortable. When he finally succumbed, every member of the pack felt the weight of that loss.
Narangerel rose to the occasion despite her misgivings. She knew that she had an immediate battle to fight before settling the growing misgivings within the pack. Young and old alike, including the old leader's rivals, would challenge her. The words of a dead stallion quickly faded in the face of ambition. But Narangerel felt his words etched deeply in her heart. He saw potential in her that she must somehow achieve.
"A pack supports its own, for without everyone we are far less than we could be. We feel the burden of our loss even now. He chose me as alpha. But I do not expect you to suddenly respect me as a leader. Some of you plainly do not. So, anyone who must challenge me, do so. And when I have won, respect and support me. Guide me in my youth, help me gain the wisdom to support my pack. In the end, I will not fail you." These words came twisted and broken in her throat. "But before that, we have a murder to revenge."
And so Narangerel's time as leader began. But who could say how long that would last.
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✿:: CLOSED and JUDGING ::✿
No new Entries after this post. I am leaving the thread unlocked so that if you win a soquili then you can void your entry. I will be judging these one at a time and posting or getting a hold of the winners as I am done judging for that pony. Guest Judges might be called on if I can't pick just one entry.
Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2016 6:38 pm
Out of the three entries for the SaberTooth Female this is the one that pulled me in the most. So Grats sweetie this lovely is yours.
Username: Caitlyn Hellstorm, Your Saber: SaberTooth Female Saber's Name: Jua Kalisha (meaning- Sun sorceress) Saber's temper: Insidious Saber's Story: Ever since this young female became an adult, she have been carefully ocesterating the death of the pack leaders (who just happened to be her parents) without arousing suspicion from them. She acted like she's their golden child, the favored one out of the siblings and she used that to her advantage, getting things she needed included the support of others and power came to her gradually without her parents noticing.
As the loud roar coming from the large male, announcing the day of hunt before he bumps muzzles with his favorite daughter Jua Kalisha not knowing it will be his last day to walk across his kingdom and the pack set out to hunt down a mammoth. Her golden body blends into the tall yellowish grass while her muscles ripples, her golden eyes glints with malicious intent while they connects with each of her conspirators' eyes silently sending them signals to go to their assigned ambush spots. The bodies starts to melt away into the hiding while the large leader and his mate herds the mammoth toward the rocky area where it couldn't escape. "Now!!" The mate roars the words out but nobody sprang into the action to dispatch the prey. After few terse heartbeats, the mammoth's eyes starts to show white while he charges toward the pair who were forced to leap side or they would be trampled. As the mammoth fled for his life, the pack leader and mate finds themselves trapped in the same spot mammoth were in, surrounded by the members and the golden child moves toward them with a predatory gleam in her eyes.
"What are you doing?" The large male growls the words out as he narrows his eyes at his daughter whom just simply flexes her slender muscles without responding back to him while others slowly moves in closer to their intended prey.
"Ah..." Jua Kalisha breathes out the word as she turns her head toward the sun, allowing the golden light to blanket her, giving her the angelic name before her eyes connects with her mother's, causing the smaller female to recoil in shock at the sight of death in her own daughter's eyes. "You once told me and my siblings..." She purrs the words out as she takes a step closer to her beloved parents. "That if we want something, we will have to take it no matter what the cost is." Her claws slides out of her paws as the realization dawns in the pack leader's eyes.
"Yes, my dear father.." She allows her tongue to run across her bloodied saber teeth. "I want your blood to fill my mouth and I want what you have." She murmurs softly as the pack is already forming a very tight circle, clearly waiting for her signal. As the mother glares at her in defiance while the large male moves in front of his mate to protect her, Jua just simply stares at the action without any expression in her eyes. "Mmm... futile.." She sighs the words out as the pack leader hears sudden agonized screams as the pack moves in to rip the mate apart.
As the large male turn around to try to protect his mate, he feels his golden child swiftly moves in and her mouth wraps around his throat with a swift jerk, he goes down on top of his mutilated mate with betrayed look in his eyes. As now bloodied female stands over the bodies of her parents and the former pack leaders, she stares down now her pack. "If anyone wants to challenge me, do it now. If not, I am your queen and I will not tolerate any disobedience just like my parents did. Penalty will be death by my saber teeth and claws."
Fast forward to the present day, the pack is run with cold efficiency and everyone knows their places. Jua Kalisha is a feared and highly respected leader because she might dole out punishments with swift merciless swipes, she can be a merciful leader if she feels it would benefit the pack. As the outsiders look on from the distance, they will see a proud golden leader leading a very strong military-like pack on hunts or territory wars to expand her kingdom.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2016 7:45 pm
Ok so I dragged two guest judges to help me with this one and we now have a winner. Grats sweetie this boy is yours.
Username: poke mattix Your Saber: SaberTooth Male Saber's Name: Dagger Saber's temper: Adapt Saber's Story: The weather had become strange, and the land, even stranger. There had been no rain for months, and the once lush greenery that had covered their territory was now reduced to a few sparse clumps of grass, that even the hardiest of herbivores couldn't eat. The larger animals had left long ago in search of greener pastures, leaving the smaller ones to eke out a living.
The pack was struggling to feed themselves, the prey that was available much harder to hunt, but even these problems were nothing compared to the terror that threatened them every day.
They had seen bears before, but these ones, whom had appeared in their lands only recently, were twice the size of normal bears, Their large paws tipped with claws so sharp they could tear a saber in two, their teeth so massive they could bite your head off. Their footfalls shook the earth, and if one caught you in it's sight it was futile to escape, as these bears would pursue you to the ends of the earth.
These were just some of the mythic stories passed around the pack members, leaving them frightened for their lives, unable to venture out and hunt.
It was around this time, when the pack grew hungrier by the day, that a lone saber walked into their lands. Dagger was his name, most likely inspired by his intense eyes that pierced through all, not to mention the razor sharp canines that all sabers possessed.
The pack did not care for his namesake, intent on chasing out the trespasser.
"Begone!" They snarled. "You are not welcome here. Leave before we make you!"
Dagger merely stood there, inspecting the rather skinny sabers. He was quite skinny himself, the loner life a harsh one, and a life he was growing tired of. Perhaps now was the time to change that.
"I want to join your pack" He stated, simply. "I grow tired of solitude, and the empty belly that comes with it."
"You wont find your fill here, thats for sure." One of the younger sabers spoke, earning a harsh glare from a senior member. He lowered his heard, ears swiveled back from being reprimanded. The senior member then turned to Dagger.
"It is as the young one says." He said softly. "There is not enough food to go around, and the little that there is, is taken by those monstrous bears."
The lone saber remained neutral, having heard of these bears before. "I'm surprised you are still here then. Why have you not moved with the larger prey? Surely you know it is foolish to stay."
"What choice do we have? It is no smarter to wonder off into the unknown. Where would we go?"
A small smile crept across Dagger's face. "I know of a dense forest that is a moons travel from here. There is much prey to be found, and no bears to be seen. They do not like the thick trees." He stepped closer, his gaze boring into each of the pack members. "If you let me join, I could lead you there."
Members of the pack turned to each other, exchanging surprised, and yet hopeful glances. It sounded too good to be true. Whispers spread around them, some wanting to go, others not so sure.
"What makes you think we would trust you to lead us?" The spoke up, silencing the others. "How do we know what you speak is the truth."
Dagger merely shrugged. "Because, as far as I see it, you could gamble on me, or you could stay here and starve, or get eaten by bears."
In the end, they all agreed to follow him. Though he wasn't very strong, he was experienced, able to keep the pack away from their feared enemy. He shared his knowledge freely as they traveled, pointing out plants that could be used to clean wounds and cure ailments, meanwhile helping to cover their tracks, and even showing them new hunting methods, and how to use the environment to their advantage. Soon enough, they had reached the forest, which proved to be a bountiful sanctuary to the pack, whom all trusted Dagger to lead them from now on.
Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2016 12:34 am
Another hard one.. I dragged another guest judge to help with this one as well. And there has been a winner named. Grats sweetie this lovely is yours.
Edit 6/14: Word count said I was a word over the 5th time checking, edited it, re-checked and was told it was at 600 instead. Reposted original version that now says it's at 799.
She never wanted to lead. It had all been an accident.
Without knowing what the fight actually meant, Lokra had usurped the elderly leader. No one had told her what he had summoned her for, especially not so soon after his last heir had decided to take off on his own. Ever-willing to lend a paw, to help others overcome grief, she went to him, and accepted his invitation to what was supposed to be a friendly little tussle.
One day she was daydreaming about following in her father's footsteps, travelling the world. The next, her leader, her Alpha, was bowing his head to her, declaring her the new leader.
Thus far, only two days later, the position had yielded little luxury.
"Th-the....The hunting parties should..." She stuttered, scrambling to come up with a plan. The pack looked at her expectantly, and some were glaring at her. The sun was already higher in the sky, severely diminishing their chances of successful hunts, and their bellies were starting to twinge with hunger.
Lokra shook where she stood. Sure, she'd been given ideas on how to lead, she'd watched the old leader many times. But here, now, in the position herself, she was drawing a blank. Wanting to run and leave the pack to their own devices, Lokra closed her eyes, clenching her jaw to keep herself from sobbing.
"It's alright."
Snapping her eyes open, she turned to look into the eyes of her former leader. His blind eyes seemed to stare directly into hers, and she felt her worries melt away as he offered her a warm, calm smile.
"I suggest..." The elderly saber trailed off to whisper in hushed tones. Offering routes, party sizes, prey to go after.
Swallowing thickly, Lokra took each and every bit of advice to heart. Straightening up, she shook her mane, looked directly at her pack, and tried again.
"Vorg, take three of the hunters and go east. Scout the Mammoth fields." The large grey saber nodded, shouldering his way out of the pack with three others at his tail. They went contentedly.
"Olgra, make your way south along the river with two others. The fish-catchers should be plentiful this time of day." A tabby saber nodded with a smile, turning to leave before being stopped by Lokra's voice once more. "Careful if you venture onto the ice along the banks, it'll be melting." Lokra warned, and the saber named Olgra twitched her tail in response and padded out. They, too, were content to go.
"Rota, go to---"
Lokra didn't finish. The spotted saber known as Rota was listening attentively, but the black saber next to her let out a furious snarl.
"She will do no such thing!" His voice was deep and full of anger. Lokra began to speak again, but was quickly drowned out. "Your indecisiveness....You could be sending us to our deaths! You have no experience!" So angry was his yelling that bits of spittle flew out of his mouth.
"Kazal! Hold your tongue!" Rota protested, giving Lokra an apologetic look before shrinking away from the black saber, Kazal, as he snarled again.
"What kind of leader takes advice from others!?"
For a moment, Lokra stood silent. Trembling, she cast a glance over to the elderly saber, who remained silent and simply gave her an encouraging smile. From him to the pack, her piercing blue eyes scanned each and every one of them. Their expressions ranged from concerned, to like Kazal's; Angry.
"A good one."
Kazal actually shut his maw, looking at the mare curiously.
"If I didn't care, I wouldn't try. Zukaza has been a wise, fair, and strong leader." Looking over to the elderly male, she smiled. "I can....I will take his advice." Snapping her head back to glare at Kazal, she narrowed her piercing blue eyes.
"And I'll not suffer a fool who thinks it's not okay to ask for help in order to look after the best interests of the pack!" Hackles raised, Lokra finally bared her fangs at Kazal's insubordination. "Being a leader...is looking out for all of you! Not protecting my own pride! It's keeping us fed, protected. And if I need to seek advice to ensure that the pack thrives...then I will."
Silently, Kazal bowed his head, using a paw to wipe the spittle from his maw. Zukaza smiled once more before lying down, content and humored.
"Now." Lokra finally continued. "Rota, I need you...And Kazal to go and patrol the border." A mischievous twinkle appeared in her eye as Kazal's head snapped up, and Rota seemed to blush.
The pack would thrive. She'd fit into the footsteps of those before her, even if they were not her father's.
Lokra, Leader of the Frostmoon Pack, would see her pack flourish.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2016 12:35 am
Ok judging for the last pony will take place tomorrow. I need sleep.
