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 Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 12:58 pm
x The section of the river in the south is at its broadest point, but the current seems hardly to be moving. Fish and water birds can often be found here, and it is great for cooling off. Crossing the river will take you east or west, following it upriver will take you north to the mountains and denning site. The river flows south out of the territory.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 2:20 am
 Fʋʟʟ Fυʀɣ –––––––––– »»x x x x x x x x x x
Vanguard; Deltax x x
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The growl from Theta's mouth was low and foreboding; a warning to a pair of foxes that had cautiously made their way to the river to drink. It was something the Delta could not permit, and the smaller creatures paused as they checked their surroundings, looking for the source of the noise. Theta was an expert in hunting, and keeping himself unseen for as long as possible - his patience key to his success. The foxes began to calm, turning their attention back to the river, and Theta took that as his cue to lunge out of the foliage towards them. They turned tail and fled with high pitched squeals and yips, while Theta stood still. He wasn't going to waste time or energy chasing them. He didn't eat foxes, and his message had been put across. Perhaps one day many years ago he would have chased them out of the territory, but he was getting past his prime now, and the brute knew when to follow things through completely, and when a short, sharp warning would suffice.
He turned to the rushing water, and took a few steps closer to the edge of the riverbank. The night was full and dark and warm, and he was more than a little uncomfortable. Theta much preferred Winter to Summer, and in the warm weather he could usually be found keeping cool near water or in the shade.
Stepping one front leg into the water brought instant refreshing relief, and the second front leg joined but a moment after. He lowered his muzzle to the surface of the water and drank deeply; eyes scanning the surroundings all the while. While the wolves here weren't the only predators,they were by far the most numerous. Bears, mountain lions and other canines lingered on the edges of their territory. It was the main reason Zetas accompanied Sigmas on their patrols. But even the threat of bears and the like had fallen. In cold weather, bears were hibernating, but mountain lions, foxes and other opportunists grew bolder in their desperation. Still, it wasn't for some time yet, and the pack could live in relative safety for the time being.
Thirst quenched, Theta jumped into the river and half walked, half swam across. It was quite shallow where he was, and it did not take long before he pulled himself out on the other side. Shaking his fur out, the Delta padded over to the base of a group of trees, and lay down. His nose twitched and ears swivelled as the wind brought news and information about his surroundings. He had to dig himself a den soon, before the earth became too dry, and planned on searching out possible sights in the dawn, when he hoped it would be a little quieter.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 6:05 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx（ HARLOWE＇）； ｛ a zeta of Archon⋆｝xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇◟♕ ♕ ♕ ／ ♔ ♔ ♔ ◞
❝ you'll never meet a more brutish b***h than I ❞
mood :: talking :: thinking xxxxxBulky fae lumbered along the riverside, thick paw-pads crunching the foliage beneath. Her dingy-white coat stood a slight contrast against the earthy tones that adorned the banks, though the caked in mud and filth that littered it helped her blend in-- well, at least compared to the snow-white pelts of other Archon members. She moved with a lack of elegance; no graceful movements to be seen, only a swagger that emanated a sense of power. Her tail was docked, a battle scar after getting caught up with a rogue wolf on the borders of their territory. It wiggled with a sense of excitement as the cool atmosphere rose from the rumbling tides; thick frame moving along the bank.
xxxxxA group of chickadees erupted from a large oak, a wave of them fluttering up into the sky and hovering momentarily before swooping down into another tree. Wide golden eyes watched them with a weariness before continuing down the path of rocks and sand that made up the shore. Gaze narrowed as she attempted to peer into the shallow waters for any sign of movement indicating fish swimming below the surface. Harlowe moved into the cool pool, icy waters splashing up against her legs as she waded in. Muzzle would dip to lap up a mouthful, drinking her fill as the night was falling and she knew nocturnal prey would be out; she needed to remain hydrated to ensure her strength.
xxxxxA slimy pressure moved past her foreleg, ears perking instinctively as she assumed it was a fish of some sort. Harlowe watched with anticipation, trying to look past the murky waters in search of prey. The evening glow in the sky cast a pale lighting against the aqua's surface, allowing the fae to make out the figures of salmon below. Snapping at moving surface, one slipped past her gaping jaws. Cursing with agitation, she snapped once more; blinded by her anger towards her prey. Snapping again, she was left without food between her jaws. She huffed-- there was a reason she was a zeta and not a delta; she only knew of brute force, not patience. She had no intention of really catching and eating anything anyway, she was full from what she'd eaten only hours before. She was only performing such a task out of malicious boredom.
xxxxxDeciding that fishing was not her forté, she meandered through the tide, lapping up mouthfuls of water occasionally. Harlowe honestly hoped a rogue wolf would make their way onto Archon territory; she was itching for a scrap. It was fairly peaceful around there, and that was not what she liked to see.
gvrt ooc: post layout is a WIP D:
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 10:22 am
Fʋʟʟ Fυʀɣ –––––––––– »»x x x x x x x x x x
Vanguard; Deltax x x
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The splash of the river and cry of the chickadees caused the brute to look up. He had half dozed as he rested, and he immediately spotted the silver-white pelt of one quarter of the pack's Zetas. This particular wolf was the second female Zeta, and a formidable fighter. She was one of few whom Theta had respect for, but he couldn't help but allow an amused smirk to play on his face as he watched her struggle with the fish. He watched her snap again and again at the water, but coming up with nothing but water each time. The fae did not look in need of a meal, and Theta wouldn't hurt her pride by offering to hunt for her. Not that he would really have offered, but he had been asked to before, by lower ranking members of the pack. Still, Harlowe did not seem to have spotted the brute where he lay, and he decided he might as well try to be sociable given that this would be the pack he would remain with for the rest of his days. That, and the fae reminded him of someone from his past.
He pushed himself onto his paws and gently stepped over to the edge of the river, looking into the water where the she-wolf waded, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. "Nothing troubling you, I hope?" Theta spoke, sitting down on the river bank and looking over at her. His ears twitched as he heard far off howls and cries of birds roused from their roosts by the wolves of Archon, but the Delta paid them no mind. Theta was known to speak his mind; something many wolves didn't like too much, and something others didn't mind. Either way, the brute couldn't care less.
Theta thought to what he knew of Harlowe - he knew she was an original member of Archon, unlike himself, but that was all. He hadn't had much opportunity to be alone with the fae, much less engage in conversation. He knew she had lost her tail in some fierce attack during her youth, and it was perhaps for this act alone that she had his respect. Whether she knew or not. His own tail twitched as the wind picked up around the river, carrying with it scents of the other members of the pack and their movements. There was definitely a sense of excitement and anticipation surrounding the territory tonight.
((Just thought I'd quote this one time as my posts have been non-existent till now and didn't want to slow anything down further!))
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 5:54 pm
 [ Nakorabi ]
~~~~~ Walk under moonlight, fae of the south ~~
No rank Nakorabi had taken her time following the scent of the water source, still wary of any "border patrols", as she'd come to call them. With no real idea of pack hierarchy nor how they operated, her only prerogatives were to find food, loiter in "safe" territory as long as she could, and be able to escape when the time came. Briefly did she cease movement to scan the water for signs of life..edible life within. Her ears twitched and Nakorabi moved onward down the stream. Not particularly the most patient of hunters, her technique was copied very roughly from her father's land-based tactics. Rather, it was a "technique" any wolf bigger than a year old could do. She was simply better at it due to her size and larger paws inherent thereof.
Upon arriving at an eddy, she knew this was a favorite place for fish to hide. Safe from nearly all predators, this was a treasure cache for someone such as her father. For a lesser hunter such as herself, however, it was a bane. There could effectively be no way in forcing these aquatic meals out, and while the current was negligible in the eddy itself, she had almost no control over movement or "sea legs" as her father jokingly called them. It was for this reason that she preyed upon the more shallow areas where her "technique" could be employed with any percentage of success.
It was to this end that Nakorabi trotted off, following the river's downward course for another twenty-odd yards and ceasing once more. Taking a cautionary measure, she lifted her nose and tried catching scents of any potential threats nearby. It was blinding, as while the water would hold a scent, that was limited in that it would only work in either stationary or upward sources. Anything downward of her position would be unknown, and she could be caught in the same manner if left unchecked. However, she detected nothing, and made a mental note to keep checking occasionally.
Back to "fishing", again a term her father used to describe hunting these creatures, the fae flicked her ears back and rotated them once. Lightly stepping into the torso-high and chill waters, she kept to one side and stared upstream, allowing the moonlight to illuminate them in the otherwise unreadable river. Even then, it was only a brief hint. In a motion that appeared to be akin to stretching after a long nap, Nakorabi launched herself from the water and crashed back down into a crouch that dropped her completely below the surface for a moment. Her descent had collided with a fish and stunned it. Now came the time to chase. As the fish drifted downstream, the fae wheeled around and darted after it. Her chase would last roughly thirteen meters, counting missed snaps at it twice. Victory though, was hers. It was a decent spot to fish, assuming no one else saw or heard her in the process. Her teeth happily sunk into her prize, she lumbered back up to the original spot and dropped the fish on the bank. As a long desired shake brought itself on and she sprayed the area with drops of water, her eyes drifted to a jumping silvery object. Another fish, out of the water? Perhaps this was truly a lucky night. She would feast well, and as she moved to snap once, twice, and not even three times, her paw came up and down upon it. Now with a "twofer", her tail swished back and forth.
Bringing both of them together, Nakorabi proceeded to lay down and begin chewing and pulling. It certainly was no real "red meat" that a deer could boast about, but far less competition for as well. Not many wolves could consider themselves "anglers", and while her own idea of being one was far-fetched, she ignored the very thought and prided herself on the fact that she was having not one, but two fish for dinner. Her tail swept back and forth quietly in the tall grasses, expressing in motion what words simply could not.
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