Malico had been scouting the strange things that had been occurring in the lands up north when he had noticed that some prey animals are behaving… differently. After observing them, he knew that they needed to be put down in case they are carries of some unknown disease. With his mind made up, the purple man had sent word around to other packs and loners in the area that he needed help and included a time and place to gather.

When the appointed time came, Malico departed Elysium lands and headed up to the icy reaches of the north where the strange prey animals seemed to be congregating. It was not difficult find to one such animal that was behaving erratically as he quickly comes upon a moose that seems to think it is a gopher. Standing on a natural rise in the land, downwind of the large animal, he warily watches as the lesion laden animal digs itself into the ground.

The sound of paws approaching, draws his attention to the arrival of the rest of the hunting party and he simply nods to them as they approach, allowing each one time to inspect their prey and draw their own conclusions before they come up with a plan. After all, this is strangest hunt he has ever been a part of.


"Malico Mendacium"

Honestly, Wade had no clue what was going on with the red sky and other strange shit that has been cropping up in the world and he really could care less. However, when news of prey animals acting strangely had reached his ears and the fact that someone he had hunted with before was getting a hunting party together to go track some down… well, the red boy was more than game! The place where they were meeting was foreign to him but, when he spies that distinctive purple coat, the teenager knows he has found the right place. The male seems to be eyeing a moose who is currently digging…. Wait a fucking second! A moose with a large set of antlers is currently trying to burrow through the ice into the dirt below but, what was even more shocking, was that it has already succeeded in burrowing down far enough that its front end was almost entirely underground. Jaw goes slack as he stares wide eyed at the unprecedented behavior of this animal and that is when he notices the lesions that seem to dapple its hide. Pale gaze flicks over to the man that seems to be leading this hunt and he says, “Well then. I see what you meant when you said, ‘concerning behavior’. Time to put that creature down.” A nod is the only answer he gets as they wait for the rest for the party to show and continue to watch the ungulate dig deep into the frozen crust of the earth. "Wade Praetor"

Everyone was rather interested in the territory just a little to the North east of the Armada lately. He’d seen hunting parties heading out that way from the pack, and caught the scent of others as they passed near the border. Something interesting was going on, but no one wanted to tell him what it was.

So Citadel snuck out once more and made his way up into the further Northern territories. It was chilly, but he didn’t really mind it. When he arrived, he found a few other wolves who clearly were about to engage in a hunt. “Can I join? I’m a great hunter” The pup said in a soft voice to the one that seemed to be leading the hunt.


"Speech"

Lia was once again exploring rumours and stories she had been hearing cropping up across the land. A druid in training, she knew she needed to investigate what was happening in the natural world around them. So she let it take her far, far North. Past the Armada territory, and towards the frozen ship she had heard about but never seen.

When she arrived, she found three other wolves already there. One looked suspiciously young for such a hunt, but his height seemed to indicate an older age. Regardless, she let her eyes skip across them, and settle on the leader. “Want another set of paws?” She asked, knowing the moose they were clearly hunting would be no easy prey.


Speech

A huge pup joins the hunting party and Malico eyes them, not unkindly as he remembers the youth from a previous hunt. When he asks to join the hunt, the purple man offers him a dip of his head in agreement and a warm smile as he says, “Of course.” A fiery-marked woman rounds out the group and he nods in greeting to her, saying, “That would be great.” Once they have all gathered and had time to inspect their prey, he turns to the wolves and softly says, “As you can see, the moose seems to have lesions growing all over it. Try not to bite it as we don’t know if this animal is carrying some strange disease that it could pass to us.”

Taking a deep breath, he lays out the plan, “We will attack as one and chase down the moose.” Lifting a paw to point at the crystal crowned youth, he says, “You and I will take the right side. That leaves you two,” paw waves at the two red wolves, “to take its left side. We will try to exhaust it and, when the time is right, I will try to hobble it and then go for its throat.” Flexing his lifted paw, he shows the obsidian claws that are hidden to emphasis the fact that he will not be biting the sick animal. “Be careful and don’t let it kick you or hit you with its antlers.”

Meeting each wolf’s gaze for a long moment, he tries to stress the importance of the situation before he peels away from the group, leading the younger wolf down the short slop and toward the burrowing moose. There are no trees to hide their approach so, as they move, Malico begins picking speed until his long legs are galloping across the distance and startling their wild prey. It sends them scrambling up and out of their hole as he moves toward the beast’s right side and snaps at its heel, forcing it to run away from the attacking wolves.


"Malico Mendacium"

Wade grins at the young pup that he had met before, happily saying, “I know you! Yeah, join us!” Tail wags happily behind him as a pretty lady joins the group and he grins dumbly at her, unsure how to act around someone so beautiful. Thankfully, the leader is talking and drawing his attention away from stranger, laying out a plan of attack and pairing him up with… oh shit. Heart thunders in his chest as the talk comes to an end and the purple guy moves off with the pup and he looks at the woman he has been paired up with. Puffing out his chest slightly, trying to look tough and not like the awkward teenager he is, Wade says, “Don’t worry! I’ll protect you.” Voice crackles over the words and he hears Sly and Loki snickering in the depths of his mind but he pushes them away as the pair move to join the others. The race is on as the moose scrambles from its hole, blaring an alarm as it turns to run and Wade takes up his position on the left side. Naturally, he falls back toward the hind leg where he can control the prey’s movement more easily and keep an eye on the pretty wolf to make sure she doesn’t get hurt. "Wade Praetor"

Citadels grin widened when he was recognised, and realised he had snuck off to hunt in a group that included two of these wolves before. He listened carefully to the plan, screwing his nose up a little at the instructions not to bite. But biting was [i]easy/i] and he kind of wanted to sink his teeth into it… okay, okay. Crystals and claws. Got it.

The wolder wolves were paired off each with one of the younger, and he got the purple man. Then they were off, and he started a second later than Malico, but put in speed not to be left behind. When they were close enough, he slashed out with a bear paw, trying to cut against the back leg. He almost fell over, still being oddly proportioned and clumsy.


"Speech"

Lia’s muzzle twitched into an amused smile as the youth promised to protect her. To be young and male… at least his ‘advances’ didn’t trigger her stress. She was able to mostly ignore it, aside from a teasing remark. “I’m counting on it.” She teased lightly, before the leader of their group told them the plan and then was placing it into action. She and the youth were taking the left side, and despite her words she was keeping an eye as she ran, to ensure the pup was doing okay.

When they reached the moose, which bellowed with shock at the approaching wolves, she moved for the correct side. She turned, and aimed to graze her antlers down its size. Knowing the sharp crystal material would do a bit of damage.


Speech

Malico and the pup are racing along the right side of the moose and, when the oddly portioned youth swipes at the prey animal and almost falls over, the older man is there to nudge him gently back upright. A wink is given in an attempt to show that enjoys the spirited pup’s enthusiasm while also letting him know he is there to help. The group thunders across the icy landscape, sending snow out in all directions as they gallop along.

Steam fills the air as they breathe and he notices that the large animal is beginning to slow. A bellow of pain fills the air and Malico notices the beast stumble and he is racing forward, claws finding the soft flesh above the back-right hoof and snagging deeply. The stumble turns into a fall as it careens into the snow, sending the powder spewing out around its body and cascading down hunting as they converge on the downed animal. He is moving to the head, snarling as his claws seek the neck, attempting to tear open the throat and end its life.

This is a mercy, in Malico’s mind, as the moose must be suffering and he only wishes to end its pain and stop any potential disease it might have from spreading. Hot blood spews onto the cold snow, stemming as it exits the downed creature’s body and he watches as the life slowly fades from the prey animal’s eyes.


"Malico Mendacium"

A dopey grin on his lips as the lady teases him… although he doesn’t hear that part and instead, is ready lay down his life for her. Or at least, try his best to keep her from getting hurt. Soon they are racing along the creature’s left side and he does his best to herd the animal along, making sure it stays between the two parties and on the path that they choose. The lady grazes the creature’s side with her crystal antlers and he marvels at the beauty in the act, even as blood coats her amazing mutation and slowly drips down the pointed tips. If his eyes could turn into hearts, they would and he dreamily, goofily grins at her before he remembers that they are hunting. Snapping at the back-left hoof, the beast lets out a bellow and he us uncertain what happened as the creature stumbles. Pushing himself sideways, he attempts to get himself and the pretty lady clear of the hulking body as the stumble turns into a fall and snow fills the air. It lands softly on his red coat as the scent of blood fills the air. Wade is moving, leaping forward to try and pin down the antlered head of the moose as the purple man goes for the throat. Growling, he leans into his front paws, trying his best to hold the head still as the others work. "Wade Praetor"

Citadel scowled when the purple wolf noticed his plight and smoothly leaned in to nudge on back on track without stopping. He didn’t need help. He could do it himself! Determined to prove that to be the case, he picked up some extra speed and smashed his antlered head into the back of its leg, trying to trip it up or do some damage.

Then suddenly, the moose was bellowing and falling (Had he done that?) letting out a yip of excitement, he jumped on the back of it. Almost moving to bite into its flesh before he remembered Malico’s warning. Instead, he started tearing pointlessly into the meaty hind of the moose with his claws, as if his life depended on it.


"Speech"

“Attention on the hunt!” Lia warned him, voice worried and not annoyed when she noticed his attention straying to her instead of the danger in front of them. Luckily, he went to snap at the back hoof. Remembering the hunt.

The antlered wolf turned and swiped at the moose again in the same instance that Wade struck it, and she turned it into a shoving motion as it started to fall. Wade was moving to push her, but she lightly ducked his motion. Knowing he had good intentions when the red wolf moved back in to pin the moose so that the hunt leader could go for the throat. The pup leaped on its back, attacking it… just for the sake of attacking it? And Lia moved into position near its head, so she could lunge in where needed.


Speech

Success!

The hunting party work together seamlessly, successfully managing to bring down the moose. Citadel finds an item in the process, Snake Oil (it has been added to your OOC account). The giant prey animal comes crashing down, and the party is able to inspect its wounds more closely- some seem to be pulsating even as the beast stills, one particular oozing lesion most prominent. Upon further inspect they're able to see worms wriggling out of the open wounds, moving as if trying to escape the incapacitated beast.