[ OPEN ] Pirate's Hunt
02-18-2014, 11:28 AM
Since the storms and the crazy weather ended a while ago, and the weather had finally warmed up into the summer, Daedalus began to explore much more than he normally would. In the Range, he romped around the tall grasses chasing butterflies mostly, but today he was looking for treasure. Whether it was colored stones, soft feathers, or anything else that interested him. Daedalus hadn't yet gotten a secret storage for himself, but eventually he would have to find one. Like a pirate, he was out to find some boo-tay!
"Boo-tay, boo-tay, boo-tay!"
Daedalus said in a sing-song voice as he trotted along a grassy path used by large game animals. The sun warmed the earth quite brightly with its warm rays. The earthy brown boy with violet eyes thought of it as a rather pleasing feeling compared to the cold air he had been suffering with. Daedalus didn't like the cold, and to keep going through it, he had no idea how he would. Daedalus was much bigger now than he was before and his loping gate was evident of it. The young avenger was getting fairly built up, like his father, and soon enough he would possibly resemble him. Speaking of his father.. Daedalus hadn't seen him for a while now. Perhaps a sparring thing would be in order. As an avenger, Daedalus would be expected to have strength and determination within him, as well as a sound mind and body. For today for now, he was bootay hunting.
"Boo-tay, boo-tay, boo-tay!"
Daedalus said in a sing-song voice as he trotted along a grassy path used by large game animals. The sun warmed the earth quite brightly with its warm rays. The earthy brown boy with violet eyes thought of it as a rather pleasing feeling compared to the cold air he had been suffering with. Daedalus didn't like the cold, and to keep going through it, he had no idea how he would. Daedalus was much bigger now than he was before and his loping gate was evident of it. The young avenger was getting fairly built up, like his father, and soon enough he would possibly resemble him. Speaking of his father.. Daedalus hadn't seen him for a while now. Perhaps a sparring thing would be in order. As an avenger, Daedalus would be expected to have strength and determination within him, as well as a sound mind and body. For today for now, he was bootay hunting.
02-18-2014, 12:12 PM
Iorwerth was most certainly not out to find boo-tay.
The man had never been on a treasure hunt in his life, even as a pup such acts of piracy had never taken place. He'd been a prince after all, and in Uroril the royal blood in his veins called for far more serious matters than boo-tay. Of course he'd been an odd child really, isolated and never really taught to have fun, and now that upbringing was still present in his serious and cold nature. Pups had never been something he particularly knew what to do with and for that reason he was secretly glad that he had not yet been assigned a child to mentor.
His current plan of action was a hunt of sorts though only a real one after prey. He had to eat, as did others within the pack, though with no one else to accompany him on his mission he was left with smaller game, likely only to get a meal for himself. Though if he could get any more food he would take it back for someone else; any of the pups or those like Loccian still suffering from the after-effects of the storm. The bad weather had long gone now though it had certainly left some of the wolves a little worse for wear. Iorwerth himself had sustained an injury, the wound had healed up now and the bruising had vanished, he was fortunately back to his normal strength and ready to hunt.
"Boo-tay, boo-tay, boo-tay!" The voice was far from subtle and was certainly going to ruin Iorwerth's chances of catching anything. Olive eyes shifted their focus, searching for the annoying sound. The child soon came into sight. One he had rescued in the storm actually, not that he had seen the boy since. The name of the child escaped him, though of course Iorwerth hadn't asked for it at all, had simply taken him back to his family and then continued on his way, helping wherever he could.
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02-25-2014, 06:46 PM
(Sorry for the lateness. Ugh.)
Daedalus hadn't paid any attention to wolves who may have been hunting in the same place he was. All he knew was he was enjoying the day and couldn't care what was going on besides what he was doing. For now, he was found down by the creek looking at the stones in the water. Many of them were an earthy brown or stone gray color, which he didn't get appealed by. Unless the stones were smooth and shiny, he passed by all of the dull ones. Daedalus kept humming to himself as he walked down the edge of the creek, kicking stones as he went. All the racket in the world could be heard and Daedalus finally found a green colored stone that had black stripes in it.
"ooOOOooOOoooOOOOOoooh!"
Daedalus said long and dramatically. Daedalus was a dramatic puppy, who would care otherwise? Dae quickly picked the rock out of the cold water with his teeth and looked at it on the ground. It was shiny and the black was like tiny cracks in the stone, but the surface was so smooth that there were no cracks to be felt. Picking it up and holding it in his mouth, Daedalus padded away into the grass humming to himself and dance-walking to the notes. What the young boy didn't realize that he was about to walk straight into the herd of elk. As an avenger, most would expect him to be aware of his surroundings and prepared for crazy shit to happen. As the pup walked up to a dark brown mound, Daedalus turned and plopped by it and laid down, giving a yawn. It was when that mound moved suddenly that Daedalus jumped up and looked up to see a massive thing with branches coming out of it. With the rock by his feet, Daedalus picked it up and watched the thing grow bigger and bigger, until it finally looked down at him and gave a sniff. It was the bellow that followed that made Daedalus nearly piss himself there and then.
Daedalus quickly backed off into the taller grass and back to the creek, as the Elk who went to stand up looked around for him. Daedalus knew he could smell him, but seeing him was another issue. So long as Daedalus didn't move, maybe he wouldn't spook them and get trampled, or be seen by the herd in general. Still, the actions of the bull caused the others to be wary some as the breeze constantly shifted his scent around. Daedalus slowly began backing back towards the creek until he reached the shore again, only able to see the tips of the branches coming out of their heads.
Daedalus hadn't paid any attention to wolves who may have been hunting in the same place he was. All he knew was he was enjoying the day and couldn't care what was going on besides what he was doing. For now, he was found down by the creek looking at the stones in the water. Many of them were an earthy brown or stone gray color, which he didn't get appealed by. Unless the stones were smooth and shiny, he passed by all of the dull ones. Daedalus kept humming to himself as he walked down the edge of the creek, kicking stones as he went. All the racket in the world could be heard and Daedalus finally found a green colored stone that had black stripes in it.
"ooOOOooOOoooOOOOOoooh!"
Daedalus said long and dramatically. Daedalus was a dramatic puppy, who would care otherwise? Dae quickly picked the rock out of the cold water with his teeth and looked at it on the ground. It was shiny and the black was like tiny cracks in the stone, but the surface was so smooth that there were no cracks to be felt. Picking it up and holding it in his mouth, Daedalus padded away into the grass humming to himself and dance-walking to the notes. What the young boy didn't realize that he was about to walk straight into the herd of elk. As an avenger, most would expect him to be aware of his surroundings and prepared for crazy shit to happen. As the pup walked up to a dark brown mound, Daedalus turned and plopped by it and laid down, giving a yawn. It was when that mound moved suddenly that Daedalus jumped up and looked up to see a massive thing with branches coming out of it. With the rock by his feet, Daedalus picked it up and watched the thing grow bigger and bigger, until it finally looked down at him and gave a sniff. It was the bellow that followed that made Daedalus nearly piss himself there and then.
Daedalus quickly backed off into the taller grass and back to the creek, as the Elk who went to stand up looked around for him. Daedalus knew he could smell him, but seeing him was another issue. So long as Daedalus didn't move, maybe he wouldn't spook them and get trampled, or be seen by the herd in general. Still, the actions of the bull caused the others to be wary some as the breeze constantly shifted his scent around. Daedalus slowly began backing back towards the creek until he reached the shore again, only able to see the tips of the branches coming out of their heads.
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