Dogs of War
Acere
Master Fighter (275)
Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
13+ Years
Male
131
Dragon Mod
He was getting in the habit of waking up at the crack of dawn to start his day. There were many members in Ruina, and he was proud of his brother. Ruina had grown quickly with new faces coming in almost every day it felt like. He knew Elias had his paws full with his children, so Ace decided it was time to get serious and down to business. It was time to start fulfilling his duties as The Judge of Ruina. He made his way to the circle of stones that he had built at the bottom of the mountain the other day for Imp training and decided this would be where his lessons would be held. He made a note to himself to let Elias know later in the event he needed a place for training as well. Blood red gaze lifted to find a few stones had been shifted, and a quick taste of the air told him it had been from another animal. Eyes narrowed as he recognized the scent of a badger, one that had wandered by overnight, it seemed. For now, it wasn't an immediate problem. But he made a note to track its scent after training to make sure it had moved on from pack lands. He took a few minutes to shift the stones back into place until his ring was perfect again, and once satisfied, he moved to the center and called for the pack.
OOC//Mandatory for all pack members 1yr & older (including lambs!), like the pup training, each round is 1 week to keep it moving. Failure to reply by the due dates may result in consequences (IF you are on absence, then your char(s) are excused. However if you decide to post with other chars during your absence and neglect to post here, then your character(s) may face punishmen.) First round due 8/24!
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Tyranis lifted his ears at the familiar call of his former packmate. Acere the mysterious warrior that had seen such potential in him. He was hardly surprised the man had joined Ruina, even in Dauntless he had sensed something underlying the man’s motives for following him, now he felt he understood what those motives were. He paced back into his den to wake his son then raced down the mountain side to greet the older male with his companion coiled around his neck.
“Acere.” He greeted with a respectful dip of his head as he approached him. “Good to see you again, and in such fortunate circumstances.” He said with a characteristically wise grin. He looked over the ring admiringly and shook out his fur with a low grunt. He was ready to fight, ready to shed blood for Ruina. If what he planned on telling his father would come to pass all of them would need this for the wars to come.
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When the broadcast rang around the mountains, Legion was already out in the deepest parts of the mountain pines searching for a morning snack for him and whoever else was hungry. This is how he had been occupying a lot of his time with so many mouths to feed, he knew his father couldn't take care of it all himself... and truth be told, Legion didn't mind fetching meals for Pari or the Imps. Not even if they failed to understand who supplied them with it.
He couldn't help but yawn as he paused to listen to the sound of his uncle's call, not out of boredom or disinterest but out of pure fatigue. He had yet to truly wake up and get his blood pumping so he likely wasn't alert enough to catch anything out here in the woods anyway. He didn't mind giving up his hunting efforts to answer the call, so that is what he did. He let out his own howl to tell him that he could be expected, likely scaring away any prey in the pack lands for the next few hours.
The haste in his step to answer the broadcast seemed to finally get him to wake up, bright red eyes taking in the world around him with an incredible amount of interest now by the time he arrived. What had they been called for? A bow was respectfully given to his higher, though a blank expression and a long stare was given to Tyranis. He had yet to meet him, though something about the way the man looked told him he was likely a bastard just like him. He looked too much like Elias to not be.
Legion smirked, looking away from Tyranis as he continued moving to the circle of rocks his uncle seemed to be calling them to. His stature made it rather hilarious to watch him move down the steep slopes of the mountain, an unavoidable sway taking over most of his gate in order to accommodate his stockier build but he managed none-the-less. He couldn't help but think to himself that he was thankful for the strength in the Ancora genetics, but he sure did like the lifestyle his father seemed to live here in Ruina. He preferred it here so far.
Say.. didn't this guy look familiar, actually?
The call that rang out in the early hours of the day had her lifting her head and pausing from gnawing on a deer femur she had found recently. It had been mostly in tact and the smell of marrow still came from it so she hoped to get down to it sooner rather than later. The marrow might very well be her only meal for the next week if she couldn't figure out a source of food other than that. Of course prey seemed to stay away from the den of the lambs, likely the smell of many wolves together spooked them.
She listened as a howl answered it. It sounded like even the lambs were to come to this meeting. Though she had no clue as to why this male, from the sounds of the baritone howl, was treating the lambs as if they were a part of the pack. They really weren't. Infact they were less pack mates and more of forced allies. She lifted herself and moved silently from the den. She was going to answer the howl anyway, it was best to keep the royal family happy here.
She was slow in making her journey. She didnt have the company of someone guiding her this time, making her pace slow and even more cautious. As she did arrive she could already smell others. She made her way to sit in farther away, towards where she perceived the back of the crowd to be. Her head was kept low and her ears back, submission even before any were bound to notice her. It was safest that way. She paid attention and waited for whatever was to come. Had she known this was fight training she would of probably asked to be excused. No one would want a partner to spar with that was just going to submit the moment anything came at her.
Tana is a flighty individual, with absolutely no will to fight. She might get scared and run mid-thread, I apologize in advance for this. Its nothing against your characters, she has just had a tough past and has a hard time trusting anyone.
Pari knew what the call meant and it sent both a thrill of dread and comfort through her. The last meeting hadn't been too bad, still she was worried about what might be asked of her. She'd do it regardless but it didn't mean she had to be excited for it. Still the woman drew herself up the mountain side. She could make out the forms of other wolves as she approached. She kept her head low and her gaze even lower, the scents of familiar wolves told her who was there without even having to see them. Tana, another of the lambs and Legion were the most familiar. She did not know his name but the older white male was a familiar scent to her, but there was another scent she didn't recognize very well. He carried the scent of the pack though. Pari settled closer to Tana, she didn't make any physical contact with the woman however as she did not feel as though it was appropriate. Tana may have been a lamb as Pari herself was but she would still hold herself subservient to the blind woman, as far as she was concerned she was below them all. The woman waited, her ears pulled back but turned ever so slightly towards the gathered men, waiting to hear what would be said. |
Korinna had yet to really get to know the wolves of Ruina. So far she was only familiar with Elias, and with his son Tyranis, the strange but quite interesting man with the snake friend. She had full intentions of getting to know as many of her fellow packmates as she could, but she'd been spending some time exploring the territory more thoroughly and knowing exactly how to navigate it with ease. The prospect of training, however, was far more entertaining than any scouting could be, and Kori's spirits were instantly lifted at the sound of an unfamiliar call summoning them together - not that they'd been all that low to begin with. No, she was enjoying life here quite a bit, and she knew with an alarming amount of certainty that things would only get better from here. The worst thing in life was boredom and inactivity, in simply surviving rather than truly living.. and Ruina seemed all about thriving, about being the best you could be, and she was invigorated by that sort of life.
Without hesitating long she answered Acere's call with her presence, loping easily down the cliffside toward the gathering. Only one wolf there was familiar to her, Tyranis - and she was sad to see his snake friend was still around. It wouldn't stop her from moving to sit near him, though, flashing the familiar male a sly smile. Briefly her pale gaze would skirt around the others, noting the submissive posture of two of them, deciding they were most likely Lambs. Interesting. She tipped her head up, drawing her attention back to Acere with a curious gaze, ready for whatever this meeting might offer her.
Drakan was up before dawn as per usual, found keeping watch outside the den where the alpha's pups slept. This was not unlike his typical demeanor; he would guard over the weak within the battalion and even watched closely after Ilithyia after finding her injured in the avalanche a couple winters past. He had not met many from the pack and chose to keep to himself rather than communicate with the strange faces for now... Not that he spoke much in the first place. Upon hearing a demanding call, the male didn't waste a moment in responding. Drakan's large paws carried his mass across the community site as he trotted off down the mountain side and towards where his higher was located.
The gathering wolves within a ring of rocks signaled to Drakan that he was in the right place. A brutishly large white male stood at the center, while the others seemed to gravitate towards him. This must be the higher up that called for them. He approached the group, his orange gaze settling onto the forms of the others... He only recognized a couple from the previous pack meeting, but their names were still a mystery to him. Drakan hastily settled into line with the two other males, his head held high as he watched the white wolf and awaited information as to why this meeting was called.
Ilithyia is welcome in all his threads regardless of the tag.