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 Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2024 8:33 am
This is a private RP for Tengu Shockwing. Please do not post unless invited.
[Teepee Here]
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Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2024 8:39 am
Summer burns fierce and hot and nigh on intolerable. The lack of rain means the woods are dry, and prone to fires that consume swaths of dry brush and trees and make way for fresh growth to break through. The sun beats down, unforgiving and relentless. It is enough to drive even the most intrepid to the shadows and the caves, even at risk of the predators that lurk there.
These days there's a strange shadow in the lands of Soquili, born just as summer begins to die. The legendary terrors Ninetails and Stormcaller were not the parental type, abandoning the baskets they produced to terrorize the lands in their own time. Their children, consequently, knew nothing of them beyond rumors they might overhear, and even then held no familial affection nor interest in them. Indeed when their own baskets released them upon the world they were solely occupied with survival and the building of their own power and legend.
Moving through the autumn-kissed woods in their feral form, Tengu Shockwing traveled with little more than the whisper of wings, the crackle of electricity, and the soft near soundless strike of paws. They remain masked and mantled, wings half-folded in a way that adds stability and a gliding lift to each leap they take. A confusing mix of paws and wings and feathers, of rending beak and claws, they do their best to avoid others, having little interest in interactions beyond the occasional hunt or fight. Too strange and feral and fierce to befriend, dripping ink and lightning, flashing fierce claws and a snapping beak.
They need no one.
They call themselves Tengu Shockwing. Wordcount: 274
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2025 12:42 pm
Fall was the best time.
The crunch and crackle of the leaves, the scent of cut hay and the harvest on an ice kissed wind, the deep brown red golden of the falling leaves and a forest on the edge of winter... All of it is gone. The dying season has slipped away, eaten up by the bitten white of the world, the icy fangs of winter gnashing and gnawing until the dead leaves are gone beneath sparkling white and crackling ice. The prey animals move south or stay wandering, chasing scraps of food where they can find it clinging against the chill. Many trees are stripped of bark as high as the deer can stretch, grass grazed to the earth before the snows came in, brush stripped of leaves and even the most tender twigs. All the nuts and seeds have been collected and stored away, roots dug up and eaten, until nothing seems to be left.
Not that Tengu would eat such things, though they have snapped their beak at a clinging fruit or nibbled at a few seeds... But they were not the sort to gather and store away food for the deep cold. Now the deep cold was upon them, and foraging was not really an option. The true hunt began, tracking the length of rabbit warrens and lying in wait for them to emerge... Seeking out denning creatures that might not wake until their doom was upon them. In this way did Tengu pass their time in winter, and when at last the snows began to recede they reveled in the reawakening of the world. Soon the young would be emerging, unwise in the ways of the world and the danger presented, and Tengu would feed.
Though the scent of ice and snow and cold is slowly retreating, there is a scent they recognize from before... the sweet crackle of ozone, a deep predatory musk, and ink. Shaking themself from nose to tail and shedding ink as they go, Tengu debates setting a trap for the stranger that seems to be following them and slinks in a den to dose and consider.
'We are the Hunter... who dares to hunt us?' Tengu Shockwing Wordcount: 366
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2025 4:25 pm
Though they had lain in wait, attempted to set traps, and tried to double back on the strangely familiar scent, they had not been successful. Whoever or whatever it was that dogged their steps, they knew went to flee to evade detection. Tengu clacked their beak and clawed the ground, but ultimately moved on, unable to hunt what hunted them if the Hunter would not cooperate. In attempt to bait out the strange hunter or shake them completely, Tengu elected to travel far in the soft, sweet early bloom of springtime. There were fresh young in the world that were beyond easy to hunt and devour, so they fed well as they roamed across the lands but ultimately doubled back to more familiar grounds as summer began to turn. The heat was unpleasant and encouraged them to remain nocturnal, dozing through the high heat of the day in dens, deep woods, or draped over branches when comfort allowed.
As summer began to die they once again became more active throughout the day, reveling in the crunch and whisper of leaves that began to turn and fall around them. The dry rasp of grass was pleasing against their pelt and easy enough to settle down in, waiting for the ravenous herds glutting themselves in preparation for winter. The soft warren dwellers and slow herd beasts all too often wandered within reach of slashing talons and quick jaws, falling to Tengu and filling their belly quite easily. Life was easy enough, but the strangely familiar scents had resumed. Two or three different parties, here and there, two of the scents overlapping. They're hunting Tengu, again.
This time they will be caught. Tengu Shockwing Wordcount: 279
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2025 10:36 am
It is a strange thing, to suddenly realize that there are certain scents familiar to them now. And these are not the normal scents of weather or prey, of the varying surroundings, of flowers or earth or the musk of a large predator that had passed here or there... For Tengu knew those scents since their youth. Such things were of no interest. Such scents were normal. Regular. Nothing but background information. Things that were observed and cataloged but in the back of their mind, on the fringes of their senses. A part of their every day, or least large parts of specific seasons. They were predictable.
These specific highlight scents were more. Different. Bigger. Not the normal information that a bear had been hunting in the area, or that a bobcat with a kill had trod down this path hours before they had come to set paws and claws here.
For at least one of them, it was clearly not a prey beast. Not something on hooves with an instinct to flee. No... This was something different. This smelled of hunting instincts, of paws and claws that surely carried the danger of sharp teeth if Tengu let it catch up. Then again, they almost wanted to give this enigma an opening. Then at least it might show itself, it might answer some of the questions that Tengu has... Or give them something to fight, and to eat, if the strange presence does not cooperate.
For the other, it is something unusual.. Feathers. Hooves. The scent of mischief and determination. Tengu thinks it is one of the Angeni.. But this one has a mission they do not yet know. This one seems, troublesome.
Tengu clicks their beak, pinning their ears. They want to rend something. They want to tear and bite and claw.
Enemy. Tengu Shockwing Wordcount: 304
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2025 7:42 pm
Quote: Tengu thinks they have become adept at evading tracking of the feathered one. Lately the scent of feathers and hooves is not so close nor familiar, more often than not it is the scent of one or the other. Strangers, then. Not the specific female they think of that was tracking them. Following their patterns. Hunting them. So they began to establish new patterns, and add irregular behavior, to see how the hunter of the hunter would react. Perhaps she was confused, perhaps she had found easier prey, perhaps the abrupt change and inconsistent behavior had shaken her. She was no longer following, no longer a familiar scent that dogged their steps.
Hmmm, dogged. An interesting concept. But perhaps the word was on their mind due to the other hunter, the clover one... The claws and night sweetness one. This one didn't follow or appear with the scent of intention, of hunt and track, of mischief and purpose. This one followed for other reasons, and perhaps was better equipped to pursue them -Tengu- through the change in pattern. The fluttery one got lost, the hunter dug in and got closer.
Tengu didn't know what to think, but they almost wanted to meet this dogged pursuer. This shadow that slipped in their wake, this sentient piece of the night that followed them at all hours. They had not met, not yet, but Tengu wanted to... Surprisingly. Tengu wanted to talk to them, wanted to question them... Not just flat out rend them limb from limb. Such a thing was different. Dangerous.
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ToniCourtel rolled 3 100-sided dice:
51, 73, 20
Total: 144 (3-300)
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2026 9:48 am
Quote: Shri LaughingStar is not often the type to get out of bed early and go marching through the snow. For one thing, she likes her sleep, particularly when it is done beneath the living blanket of gentle brown-cream-white feathers of Howl's affectionately drifting wings. The Faire is so often a whirling hub of excitement and intrigue, so when she spends a full day there in the middle of that whirl she isn't up for a hunt on top of it all.
But here she is, up with the sun, squinting in the first weak, watery golden rays as they reflect off of the world of white around her. The creep of light becomes orange and rich as it stretches across the sky, chasing away the velvety tones of night. The light is flattering on her feathers at this hour, but she ignores the urge to preen and instead moves doggedly through the sleeping world. The Shifter she's been hunting on and off has been spotted in the surrounding area, and she hopes that with the new storm she'll be lucky enough to find tracks.
"Where aaaare you?" The painted Angeni mare singsongs out loud to herself as she walks along. "I promise I'll find you. Why don't you come out and play, hmmm?"
A few enchanted charms await in her pouch, tucked away and ready to be flung if she finds the opportunity and a target at which to do so. She doesn't have her net, but there are a few tricks up her metaphorical sleeves -or more accurately, tucked away in her pouches- that can be employed.
"Let's go then, Big Bad." Quote: Another day dawns, slow and bright and chilled. The weak will of early Spring so doggedly still clinging to the embrace of Winter. Just when the world was starting to awaken there was another crushing storm, the world going frigid and unkind. An unseasonably harsh cold snap that had sunk claws into the land, blanketing the world in white, leaving deep snowbanks and heavily crusted ice over any and all surfaces.
In deference to the oncoming weather they can sense will hit in the night, Tengu Shockwing had hunted well and then shifted into their secondary form. The smaller shape is perfect for coiling up in abandoned wolf or fox dens, or even badger burrows if no other option is available. They have their pick of dens to sleep in, and after finding one with scents long faded, they coil up in a fox-like tuck and duck their face beneath the trailing feathers of their tail. Wings folded over them with a low content crackle of captive lightning, they click their beak idly in a self-soothing gesture. Sleep comes easily with a successful hunt behind them, and when they wake to a world gone white they step into the snow with sharp claws.
And immediately, the realize they are not alone. Not the usual scent, the one that has almost become friendly... familiar. No, this is the winged one again. The hooves and feathers with intent behind it, with motive... A different sort of hunt than the almost-dear-one.
"Hmmmm, so you are back again." Tengu clicks their beak thoughtfully, bright eyes narrowed and wings mantling around their figure, blanketing them in crackling lightning over feathers. "Very well then, why don't we play?"
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