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 Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 6:00 pm
January 109
Raising his training Rifle, the Brown haired Private steadied himself with his thighs and calves before taking aim at the clay disk. A resounding crack and the disk shattered into pieces, leaving no trace of it behind as the remains of the disk fell behind the stand it had been placed on. /Another hit. I don't see why you constantly practice, you are a fair marksman./ "I train because I want to." Twining his fingers through Firestride's long mane, Firah held his Rifle steady in his other hand as the Wolf moved through the snow, the odd rocking motion no longer bothering him as it once did when he was younger.
/We've been out here for many hours now. Take a Break. I'm getting tired of lugging you back and forth./ "Fine. Let me down and you can take a break." Looping the strap of his practice Rifle over his shoulder, Firah released himself from his riding saddle and slid to the ground, not waiting for Firestride to crouch. /Now you're mad at me, Beloved./ "I'm not mad at you, I just want to keep my rhythm." Not to keen on the idea of having to kneel in the snow, he opted to stand instead, despite the fact he felt less comfortable in doing so.
Crack. Click. Crack. Click.
Two more clay disks fell prey to the Private's aim, but one managed to stay on the stand, even though one of the projectiles had destroyed half of it. /Flaw in the clay, Beloved? Or flaw in your aim?/ "Either or I suppose." Sighing as he switched the safety on, Firah turned to look at his Companion, finally ready to take a break.
The Gamma had taken up a position not far off, watching the surrounding trees for movement of any kind, whether it be friend or foe. As soon as his Human approached, Firestride let his ears take over as his eyes followed Firah's progress. /You have done well today. Your Captain would find no fault./ "I'm sure Captain Damien could find something that I did wrong. My arm was to low, or I waited to long to take my shot." Pressing his nose into the palm of his Rider's hand, Firestride huffed at the human as he turned his compliment into something else. /Relax, Beloved. We are only packmembers, its not like the others look up to us. In my eyes, you are better in maintaining your skills than any other Private in our Patrol./
"Thanks Stride. You're always encouraging... in someway or another." Wolfriders don't use saddles - they use a harness, like in DRoP, I guess.(I supposed as much. In my mind, I always refered to the DRoP leathers as saddles, but a harness is a better way to define them. *nods*)
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 9:54 pm
The relief Damien felt being back at New Eve was starting the die out as the days wore on. His first visit to White Shadow since that worrisome centipede attack had gone relatively smoothly and had put the small deeply buried compassionate side of his mind at ease. Now back at his own fort, it was growing apparent that although has pack had suffered less damages, there was still a tense and uncomfortable buzz in the air and amongst the ranks. And more than ever, there was a shitload of things that he had left unfinished when he left that needed to be address. There was that stack of paperwork to finish, new tactics to be thought up, a new sergeant to train, privates to harass, and everything that made the days living hell to the captain. Anna would surely kill him if he did not do that soon. His hand ran through his hair at the terrible thought.
Feral was also clearly growing more and more irritated as the day rolled on. Damien had noticed the wolf tensing on his way back from White Shadow, however, thought little of it mainly because the dark wolf was always out to kill something anyways. But, it was now clear the fear lurking in the hearts of many individuals and the lazy moods of others (lazy in Feral and Damien's view) of their fort was driving the alpha insane with madness. He had already driving several wolves into a whimpering mess of submission the past few days. Even Damien was getting wary of Feral's terrible mood.
It seems Firah and Firestride were the unlike ones today. Damien and Feral had hoped to ease their moods by patrolling the fort to insure the privates were keeping up with their individual training. Then again, there was little doubt it Damien's mind that Feral had only agreed because of the possible promise of finding someone to beat up on. Anyways, the captain and his alpha had noticed, as they passed, the distinct light-colored wolf, Firestride.
Not bothering to gain confirmation from Damien, Feral turned and started towards the pair. Firestride was a wolf that Feral had always tolerated which managed to surprise even Damien. Toleration from Feral was a near-godly status in New Eve. Greetings, Firestride, Feral called to the other wolf from the distance. Although there was little doubt wolf of his pack would feel his approach from nearly a mile away, it seemed to set his rider's mind more at ease when he announced himself. It took a few more seconds of walking before the humans were in heard distance from one another. Still alive and well? The supposedly thoughtful comment was laced with dark humor as most everything is when Feral says it.
((ooc:: sorry if it's bad! My brain is so fried right now. XD))
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 11:00 pm
"Can we begin again?" /Fine, I don't see why not Beloved./ Running his fingers through Firestride's pelt as he scratched the Wolf's shoulder, Firah vaulted up and into the harness, grabbing mane as the multicolored Wolf rose to his feet. His regular Rifle was strapped to the saddle, incase something happened to the older one he had borrowed... "What’s wrong Stride?" The Wolf's ears had suddenly moved into a rigid position, pointing directly a head, signaling something was wondering out of sight. /Our leaders are close./ "Close could mean a Mile. Lets continue, if they appear we'll stop." Nudging Firestride's side with his leg, the Private waited patiently until the wolf decided to move.
--He didn't particularly enjoy the feeling of his Alpha in the area, he didn't know whether or not Feralblood was in a foul temper, and he really didn't feel like being beaten today. Slowly pacing over to the line they had drawn in the snow, Firestride crouched low before loping forward, slowing to an angled halt a few moments later then darting back to the starting point as soon as the Rifle spat out a bullet.
Crack. Click.
Ears flicking forward once more, the Gamma slowed to a crawling pace, swinging his head from side to side. Feralblood was close, but not yet upon them. /I do not like this. I feel as though I am being hunted, and yet I know I am not./ Receiving a sympathetic pat on the neck, Firestride snorted before moving forward once more, now able to pick up his Alpha's scent on the air. --
"Lets do a long distance shot." Steadying himself as the Male moved into position, Firah lifted the butt of the Rifle to his shoulder again, aiming at his next target. But his focus was disturbed when Firestride lowered himself slightly, the unprecedented movement drew the Privates attention away from the Clay Disk and onto the only moving form in the small clearing. It was just their luck, that the Alpha and his Rider came to visit, disturbing their peaceful Target practice. Flicking the safety on before shouldering his weapon, releasing himself from the straps, and dismounting, both Human and Wolf turned to face the oncoming leaders.
-- As soon as Firah dismounted, Firestride flicked his ears back and tucked his tail in, lowering his body close to the ground. /Greetings, Alpha./ Tracking their approach with his red optics, the Gamma remained low to the ground, and would do so until allowed to do otherwise. /Fit and ready to be called upon. And you and Yours?/ --
Shifting his Rifle strap higher onto his shoulder, Firah stood at attention as the Captain and his Wolf came closer. The Private hadn't addressed the Captain in a long time, and rarely outside of business or battle. Saluting Damien as the Wolfpair entered speaking range, Firah mirrored Firestride by tracking their progress. He would address the Captain when he got closer, the younger man didn't feel like raising his voice.
(Its fine. xD I get like that sometimes too.)
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 12:12 am
As he often did, Feral appeared pleased when his gamma greeted him in clear stance of submission. His lips were pulled back in a type of wolfish grin, a habit he learned and adapted over time from Damien and the bond they shared. It has been a while since Feral approached Firestride outside formal drills and in these cases, the blood of the Alpha and the aggression from the blood would roar louder than ever. Feral kept his stance tall, tail and ears held high, and his strides taken with stiffer legs. One of few who are, Feral replied in a way that made it sound like an almost-complement or an extreme insult to everyone else. He started to slow to a leisurely walk as they were just a few yards away and closing. The alpha's expression seemed to darken in though and annoyance at the thought of the answer to the Gamma's harmless question. His ivory fangs were barred in annoyance as he spoke through a snarl. Tired of beating fools back into shape.
Damien felt Feral stop some feet away from the other pair. The captain hopped off seeing that Feral did not feel comfortable crouching before the other wolf even though the Gamma was practically on his belly already. The man gave an inner sigh of annoyance that Feral chose to ignore. "As you were, Firah," Damien stepped forwards a few steps and offered the other man a curt nod. "I apologize for interrupting your practice. How have you been?"
Finally, Feral relaxed his posture and unnerving gaze from the Gamma which gaze the other wolf silent permission to rise. He glanced at Damien when the man spoke. Well, well, 'ami, I didn't know you had manners. Oh Shizuka would be proud.
The rider had a slight difficulty maintaining an even face. Yes well, you b*****d, manners is something you need to learn. Don't call me that.
'A-mi--en~
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 7:20 pm
--In New Eve, receiving even an almost-compliment from Feralblood, was a rare feat indeed. It pleased the Gamma to see he was still in fair-standings with his Alpha, it was the only thing he ever truly asked of himself and his Beloved, he disliked the thought of being in any other light. Pinning his ears completely flat against his head as the larger, older Male snarled through his teeth as he responded, Firestride tilted his head to the side in annoyance toward those who had been beaten. /The performance of one effects the whole pack./ He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. /There is no reason, for less than the best./--
Relaxing his body at Damien's command, the Private returned the nod, although his was softer in intensity than the other man's. What shocked him, was that the Captain even bothered to notice his existence, it wasn't something Firah was used to. "Its alright, Sir." If it had been anyone else, the Brown haired man would have quietly held it against them. "I have been fine, Sir. And yourself?" Tucking his left arm behind his back, the Private made sure his Rifle wouldn't slide with his right, all the while trying to puzzle out why the Captain and his Alpha would be out and about around this time. Though, in all reality, it really wasn't his business so the amount of brain power offered up to the question was very small. Maybe the Captain would like to join him in practice...
--Slowly rising to his pads, Firestride kept his tail low and his head beneath the level of his Alpha's, he hadn't liked the way Feralblood had gotten grouchy earlier. Shaking the snow out his thick mane, the smaller male huffed as he glanced at his Human. /I always forget just how intimidating Feralblood is./ You can say that again. Try not to make him angry, I would rather not have to watch while you loose the tussle. /That’s obvious Beloved./--
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 10:07 pm
Feral's red eyed studied the Firestride with a quiet and intense look was the other wolf spoke up. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence from the alpha before he finally let out a clearly amused huff in response. Good to know winter has not yet rotted your brain, he spoke with his usual cruel and almost sadistic tone. There was once his whole pack shared Firestride's mentality… more so after years of beating it into their little minds. However, with the recent centipede attack, the shock of losing so many seemed to turn all his wolves into irritatingly witless pups.
Damien glanced away from the other man quietly while debating on his own reply. "Wondering why out damned shooting range looks so empty," He finally replied sarcastically. He rang his hand through his hair in irritation, which was probably affected by Feral's moodiness the past few days. It was hard not to be affected when he was more or less the mental punching bag for the wolf. The captain absentmindedly glanced at the rifle in Firah's hands. It has been a while since he last shot something and joining the other man in his practice did not sound unpleasant at all. It would be a great stress relief.
Why not? Feral pressed half-heartedly. The wolf seemed a little more assume as the idea of a moving target popped into his mind. We could use some of the apprentices as targets while we're at it.
Damien proceeded to ignore his wolf and the mental images Feral kindly provided of apprentices running around screaming as the alpha chased them. Sometimes, he wondered if it was safe to have his wolf unattended at all… perhaps he should start bringing his paperwork outside. "Do you mind if I joined you?" He motioned towards Firah's firearm. "We could have a friendly competition while we're at it," Damien added with a grin. He was lucky that Shizuka found it proper to start teaching him how to shoot at a young age partly for her own sick amusement and partly, he suspects, in preparation for his domination over the forts (although she may deny it now). Then again, Firah was quite frightening when handed a rifle.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 5:15 pm
/At least the snow has come early, now we can train without fear of interruption from the Centipedes./ Swiveling an ear toward his Beloved, Firestride lifted his paw and flipped it over, a gesture he had picked up from Firah. /Though, my Human prefers warmer weather./ Paw settling back onto the ground, the younger male twitched the tip of his nose before turning his head so that he could watch both his alpha and his human at the same time.
"Most likely because of the cold, Sir, and after that last attack... I think some Wolfpairs have been unsettled." Firah had the habit of watching someone's face while he was involved in a conversation, so he noticed when Damien glanced at his practice Rifle, his own eyes dropping to the strap over his shoulder. Had he been right in thinking that the Captain wanted to join him? /It would be an interesting match up, Beloved./ And when Damien asked, Firah almost smiled, the corners of his lips twitching up slightly. He enjoyed a challenge, and the Private had heard that the Captain was a fair shot indeed. Shrugging the strap off of his shoulder so he could access the barrel of the Rifle, the man offered it to Damien after making sure the safety was still on. "A competition would be a welcome change of pace, Sir." Then with a small, sly smile Firah attempted a jest, not knowing exactly how the Captain would react. "Now I'll actually have to work to beat my opponent."
/Do you think you can beat him Firah?/ Its hard to say... I've never actually competed with him in Riflery before. I've only seen him shoot in battle, but its hard to watch when you're shooting yourself. /Just don't make us look bad./ Us? Its 'me' on the line for looking bad. You aren't the one shooting a gun.
/This shall be interesting to watch./
"I intend to use my own Rifle for this challenge. So if you wish to use this one, I gladly hand it over Sir." He paused. "That is if you do not wish to use your own firearm Captain."
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:42 pm
The high-pitched scream of a banshee resounded through the forsaken training fields, a bone-chilling sound that pierced any eardrums within range and sent a frightful shiver down the bystander's spine. One could only imagine what horrors the source of the scream had endured to cause such a painful pitch to erupt from its vocal chords. But what one assumed was not always what one saw, especially in this case.
The sight of the unfortunate apprentice running down one side of the training field could be seen from any direction. His escape was sporadically desparate as his scream continued to follow him down his path of peril. The young man, seemingly in his early twenties, screeched a higher note as the sound of a bullet leaving a rifle echoed across the empty field, spiking into the dirt but an inch from his pounding feet.
--- Nightwing snarled viciously as he chased after his prey, allowing the pathetic human quite the head start as he loped on in one of his slower speeds. Lips curled back to reveal his ivory fangs, a stark contrast against the dark indigo of his hide, the Beta vaguely noticed but did not care for the audience they had gathered. His bloodthristy eyes were set on the image of his victim running before him. How dare that foolish apprentice try and pet him.Adrian wasn't so much angry with the apprentice as the wolf was... as much as he simply found this chase quite thrilling. The Drill Sergeant had been minding his own business, hitching a ride on his foul-tempered wolf, when that stupid boy had decided to come up to them and call Nightwing a "cute puppy". As if that hadn't been enough, the imbecile actually tried to touch the already murderous wolf. And thus, the chase ensued.
Wanting to jump off his uncontrollable wolf at first, Adrian then decided that participating in the hunt would be much more fun (and beneficial to all parties). He and Nightwing were practicing their chasing after and hitting a running target skills, while the apprentice was learning to... well, run away.
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SilverStarrSapphire Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 10:24 pm
Surveying the training field, the pair found there was plenty of room and stationed themselves in an unoccupied area.
That..looks questionable, the wolf coolly addressed an eye-catching object his rider exposed and set aside from her pack. It was a boomerang. However there was a stick through the middle with clay pieces that had once been discs dangling by threads at both tips, red-dyed bandages kept threads against the stem with the exception of the free ends tied to clay. Indicating the clay pieces, the wolf taunted, sending the clay clacking against each other with a paw, upon remembering them being worked on during breaks, Weren't you making a necklace?
"It doesn't look that bad," Jamie beamed her reply as she recalled her niece's and nephew's reactions that likened to the wolf's. Taking up and tapping the boomerang twice at the air as her excited eyes met Rainingwind's, she then freed that hand by sending the projectile flying. Then, she readied that hand on the downward-pointing rifle after commenting as she kept an eye out, "I was thinking that maybe it can help improve my aim by practicing not hitting the boomerang, just the clay pieces." Upon catching sight of the airborne object's return, Jamie took a shot at it, aiming for efficiency in carrying out her objective. The result of her efforts was a rain of smaller clay pieces.
Rainingwind had long gotten used to Jamie's unpredictable shifts between her serious and softer demeanor and addressed his rider with an approving nod after she caught the arriving boomerang, Point taken. Let's hear what you've formulated.
"I was thinking we could start out on an area of 10 by 50 meters," Jamie obliged, directional gestures accompanying her words, "And the first two drills: first, weaves with blindfolds. Second, shrink the area and dig obstacles, a foot deep and a meter in diameter."
Alright then, I'll set up the flags. Jamie, redo your bandages, the wolf stated before he gripped the stakes of four red flags between his fangs and left her side to act on his words.
"Roger that." Taking the end strip of bandage in her teeth, Jamie quickly and firmly wrapped the cloth around her right palm and wrist with her left hand in a fluid motion as the roll unfurled.
Both worked quickly with their tasks, Rainingwind taking easy strides and having planted the four stakes and returned just as Jamie cleared away the blood-stained bandages and had taken out two blindfolds from her pack.
All set? Rainingwood shifted to private telepathy as is his habit for navigating with Jamie.
All set. Jamie placed the larger blindfold in the bag strapped to the harness before getting in place and tying on her own and arming herself with her rifle. The two finished the first half on the first drill in record time.
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The second half proceeded like the first, differing in that Rainingwind is blindfolded rather than his rider and in turn Jamie became the navigator where the wolf was in the first.
Start. Wolf and rider took off from points spaced 10 meters apart, each point by a flag, and when they ran past each other, Jamie informed, First. Back. (a type of code between them usually only delivered once in this drill, indicating that she past behind him during this first crossing and thus specified the alternating pattern of who crosses in front of who at what crossing)
Mark (meant that the border had been reached). Both parties veered to the opposite direction.
Mark....mark....mark 180 (indicated a 180 degree turn for both parties to run the drill in the opposite direction)....
Last mark (indicated the end of the second half).
As the wolf removed the blindfold, Jamie fetched the shovel. And once the blindfold was off, the wolf queried regarding the new size of the area.
Jamie picked up the blindfold from where Rainingwind had left it on the snow to make adjustments with the flags for the area's size, a length of still 50 meters but the width shortened to 6. The private looped the blindfold like a scarf around her neck rather than head to where her belongings were and deposit it with the rest of her things, prioritizing more on getting the holes dug than putting it away. After making the adjustments, Rainingwind then went to work digging as well.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 10:22 pm
Damien shook his head at the offer. "I'll be using my ow--" his words were cut off abruptly when he heard the most chillifying scream pierce through the grounds. The captain turned he head towards the direction of the horrifying sound with a wary expression. What on earth could have created that blood-curling scream? … or rather, what terror was the owner of that scream encountering?! Damien looked towards Feral just to make sure the wolf was still there. We know that the Alpha wasn't our harassing anyone at the moment…
Feral looked quite amused. Music to the ear, the wolf purred sadistically.
Damien fought his desire to roll his eyes at the wolf. Instead, he mused over the possible causes. Fortunately, before his mind could run away with that thought, the source of the scream came running through the training fields. The odd but not usual sight of an apprentice running for dear life from the jaws of a furious wolf greeted Damien. The captain frowned when identifying the wolf and the bonded human.
It's Nightwing, Feral confirmed Damien's realization with much amusement, should have known. I hope he catches it … and shares.
Damien, once again proceeded to ignore the potential eye-rolling moment Feral was throwing out. The man instead quite calmly walked towards Feral and started to remove something from under the dead animal fur on the wolf's back. Out came his rifle and a wide smile.
Feral's lips curled back in a sadistic grin when realizing what the captain planned on doing. Careful there, he mocked, watching eagerly as the man prepared to shoot, you might hit Nightwing.
BANG! The bullet hit almost a foot away from the running apprentice (which caused the young man to screech a higher note). Damien glanced up from his shot and frown. "I missed," he muttered in disappointment.
Feral stared. I thought you were going for Adrian.
Damien reloaded quietly. I am. The man grinned as he pointed his rifle at the running apprentice. I just have really bad aim.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 11:15 pm
"What in the name of the Wolflords?" Knitting his brows together as the scream hit a high pitch, Firah watched as an apprentice came hurdling into the Practice area, running as if his heels were on fire. The Private shouldn't have been surprised to see an apprentice running for his life and screaming like a girl, this was New Eve after all, the Fort was for the most part known for the rough'n'tough things that happened there. Chasing recruits and Apprentices had been pretty much ordained as a popular sport among the wolves, and occasionally the humans. So, who was the lucky wolf who found an unfortunate subordinate to chase?
Swiveling one of his ears toward the running human, Firestride pulled back his lips in appreciative grin. /It surely is./ Red optics tracked the process of his Rider's old Drill Sergeant as they bounded onto the scene, looking particularly pissed off. /Lucky Nightwing. I haven't found a suitable playtoy in such a long time./
Adrian. Of course. Its not like he and his Wolf had plenty of Recruits at the Academy to dehumanize and humiliate. Lifting an eyebrow as his Captain sidled over to Feralblood, Firah watched warily as Damien retrieved his rifle... coming out from under the furs with a grin. An amused smirk played across his lips as his Captain leveled his rifle and took aim, the Private rolled his eyes slightly as the Apprentice screeched like a girl again. He had to go through hell during his own Apprenticeship, so any pity there was for the man, was that he was being chased by Nightwing and not some 'kinder' wolf. If there was truly such a Wolf at New Eve. Resuming his characteristic expressionless face, Firah knelt near his Captain and loaded his gun, flicking the safety off when he was ready.
CRACK. Click. The bullet hit a rock in front of the Apprentice, shattering the soft formation of stone. He had missed, but he had intended to, wanting to drive the prey away from the edge of the practice area and into the middle. It wouldn't be much of a hazing if the man disappeared right away.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 10:24 pm
While digging the obstacles, the pair made a point to an extent keep track of everything going on in the field. Of course, Rainingwind's rate of setting up holes was faster than his rider's.
Up until the apprentice's screaming increased an octave, thoughts on her visit to her cousin's from which she'd just returned from, her adoptive sister's passing, and her inward shaking of her head and moving her thoughts onto the gift she was in the process of making for Keiran went through her mind.
Her outward features remained unchanged, but as with a many other things mental, her annoyance at the apprentice's screaming was read by her bonded.
If you're that annoyed why don't you get your rifle and join in? he inquired as he finished up at one hole and went a ways and proceeded on digging another.
You'd like to bite his head off, wouldn't you? the private kept a steady pace at producing obstacles, inwardly refusing to back down from the challenged she'd put upon herself to keep up with Rainingwind's pace.
Exactly. Is it hard for humans to keep from screaming? the wolf's tone was a constant cool, nearly through with another obstacle. His ears flicked and eyes at times went to the hazing, keeping alert as he was used to being the first between himself and his rider to give the faster cues.
Jamie kept an eye out as well, noting the possible direction the apprentice might take next. It's another of those characteristics not set amongst us humans, Jamie replied as she found another spot within the marked area and started on another obstacle.
The possibility of the apprentice running in the area of holes they were in the process of setting up did come to their minds since they had started setting up, but wasn't marked as a top priority to watch out for to them. Actually, both had the same thought to leave him be unless he was headed in the direction of collision to either of them, in which case was still not on the top of their list and they deemed not a possibility to get worked up about. Thus, they continued their digging.
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SilverStarrSapphire Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 11:00 pm
The Drill Sergeant watched the apprentice run away from him with some sense of wolfish excitement, as everytime he engaged in one of these 'hunts,' he understood a little more of why wolves found such pleasure in chasing after their prey. Although he was sure had Nightwing really been trying, they would've pounced onto the apprentice hours ago.
One hand gripping tightly onto the wolf's thick neck fur, Adrian steaded the heavy rifle with his other arm, a skill that all riders learned sooner or later (if they wanted to stay alive in battle). He could easily aim without looking down the barrel of his firearm, so he simply brought the weapon up high enough to avoid shooting his wolf's ear off. But the sudden crack of a rifle, then another, had him pause as he glanced at the smokes of dirt on the ground where two different bullets had clearly missed their target. Looking at his rifle, Adrian was sure he hadn't pulled the trigger. He wasn't so much alarmed as slightly disappointed - he had been hoping to keep this prey to himself. But that was a futile wish in New Eve.
This one's mine, Nightwing growled as he picked up his pace and quickly gained on the apprentice, ignoring the aims of two other humans as he chased the apprentice down the middle of the field. He faintly noted that Rainingwind and his human were digging holes - which Feral's human was probably going to make them cover up again later - but otherwise paid no heed to their strange antics. That was until the frightened apprentice failed to realize there were holes all around him and promptly fell into one. Mine, came the low growl as Nightwing took a short pause at the edge of the hole.
But that was all the warning Adrian needed, sliding off the wolf's back as soon as he stopped. Quickly taking a few steps back, he watched Nightwing dive into the hole.
The sound of clothes tearing and painful screaming erupted from the ditch.
Unconcerned by the noises coming from down below, Adrian swung his rifle over one shoulder as he looked over at Damien and Firah. With a sinister smirk, he made his way towards the training pair. "Good afternoon, Captain. Private," he called as a greeting towards them, before nodding towards the sky casually. "Nice day out."
And the screaming never stopped.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 6:41 pm
Damien frowned when the apprentice disappeared from his sight. Did that idiotic creature known as a human actually fall into that hole? … wait, what was that hole doing there in the first place. His eyes flickered over to the two idiots in the distance digging holes for some unknown reason. Why were they messing around with his training grounds? He had half a mind to go over, make them get out the hole to greet him, and then kick them back in again. .. But that would be mean. He'll do it later.
The captain turned his attention to another idiot walking towards them. Damien glared at the man for a moment before glancing at the weapon in his hands. "Oh look at that target behind Adrian," the man muttered as a grin spread back across his face. He aimed his weapon at the Drill Sergeant and shot.
Feral glanced at Firestride as the other wolf spoke up and chuckled darkly in amusement at the other wolf's choice of words. It was always a pleasure when his 'ideals' reached others of his kind… like the enjoyable pastime of chasing/hunting humans. You can borrow Damien if you wish, the wolf offered to Firestride. After a moment of debating, the alpha lazy stalked forwards towards the hole the apprentice and Nightmare had disappeared into.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 4:52 pm
Watching the chase's progression as he stood up to shoulder his Rifle, Firah made a face as the apprentice fell into the hole, obviously he hadn't been looking where he was running. Stupid, yet unfortunate, Apprentice. The Private couldn't help but wonder if the man had thought long and hard before deciding to join up with New Eve, for it was a decision not to be taken likely. If you weren't strong of will and didn't have any brains, you wouldn't survive being an Apprentice here... and even if you did happen to make it through all of the trials and tribulations, you might as well transfer if you didn't think you could put up with it for the rest of your military career.
"Sergeant." Saluting his old Drill Sergeant as he approached, Fiah lowered his hand after a few seconds, rubbing them together as the cold began to bite at his fingers. He'd been out here for a long while now, and it seemed, as though he'd be here for a while yet. Casting a glance sideways as he picked up on the muttered phrase, the Private watched uncertainly as his Captain raised his weapon at Adrian. Not daring to interupt the concentration that had to be happening... so as not to hit the Sergeant. That is, if Damien was actually aiming for something around the other man.
--- Snorting in clear amusement as the human male fell into the hole, Firestride noted that his Rider had never been so unaware during /his/ Apprentice training. Though there were some trying times in which he had been constantly picked on... but they made it through and weren't suspiciously and involentarily transfered.
You can borrow Damien if you wish.
Despite his wolven facail figures, Firestride somehow managing to convay a look of surprise. Fortunately the look came after the Alpha had moved forward to investigate the screaching and ripping sounds that emitted from the hole. Oh how fun that would be... payback for his human all wrapped up in a little game of chase the human. But, the wolf knew that Firah would not be so... joyfull at the idea of his parnter chasing his Alpha around. Too bad... ---
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