Can you Hear the Siren call? (rogue hunt)
07-21-2013, 04:09 AM
Burn the land and Boil the Sea; but you can't take the sky from me
Gargoyle's call had not graced the seaward winds long, before it was answered with a couple yips. Soon enough three dark pelted wolves appeared, first, the blue eyed Eria, who came to sit upon his left. To her greeting, Gargoyle returned a slight dip of his head, and a low rumbling, "Morning." But before he could answer her question, he was being hailed in Awaken's rather's loose fashion. Both of the wolves looked good. Didn't seem as though the trip had done them much harm, and what's more, they were still willing to do more. "Today is a day for hunting," the chief said, answering them both. His tattered ears swiveled back and forth, the flayed edges of the left one wagging in the breeze as he searched for sounds. "Everyone will be hungry after the move, and it seems the right thing to make the place seem..." he paused, searching for the word as he shrugged a pair of massive shoulders, "-cozy." "chief-" Gargoyle's head tipped round to face the coming of what would be the final member of their hunting party. The male was pleased to see that Midnight had been one to answer the call. She was a keen tracker and couragous hunter, and, on top of that, Gargoyle liked her. She was one of the pack members he'd had enough time with to feel a real connection to. Awaken was another, but that was a whole different kettle of fish (for one thing, Midnight had never asked Garogyle to kill her). Midnight had earned her place amongst the ranks, and, having watched her go from wounded and scared to healed and rather brave, Gargoyle couldn't help but wonder with a mild interest as to why this woman hadn't found a mate yet. Perhaps it was his own fault - moving them around so much as that next to no one would want to join the pack. Every time he started to wonder about this problem and what he could do, his thoughts got somewhere along the line of perhaps I could conk a couple of rogues on the head and bring them back for her to choose from! before he realized how out of bounds he was. He was a chief. Not a match maker. True, he'd found the most wonderful mate in the world, but that was more luck and understanding on Ocena's part than anything else. Back to the present moment, Midnight was saying that the land was looking well enough for their group, and she even added that it was good to have him with them - unlike last time. To this, Gargoyle couldn't agree more. The words softened him a little, and the grateful nod that he grave was far less stiff and formal than usual. "I don't intend on ever leaving again," was the reply that the brute made when he raised his head. It was a testament to the strength of the pack that they had completed such a move without him once. Every Alpha wants to feel as though they are desperately needed- the glue that holds everyone together in order, but the downside to that power hold, is that the moment they slip up, things start to fall apart. Not so for this group, this family, Gargoyle had lost. He hadn't been dethroned and cast out of their home - into the wind as he tried to live through the bloodloss and the wounds. And yet, even without a lick of his help, his pack had stood together, defied the incoming strangers, and managed to leave en mass to Tortuga. It had been a wake up call to many things - one of them being that this was not a monarchy. Gargoyle had power amongst his packmates, but only because they trusted him. He was their protector for as long as he was physically able, and he was guiding star, but he was not a King in the absolute sense that most alphas would wish. But that was alright. In fact, perhaps, this was the way it was supposed to be. Enough introspection, however, it was time to get down to the order of the day. Gargoyle straightened up and found himself shaking out his grey-black mane. His paws itched to be on the move - to be pounding the earth in a dead sprint, but first things first. "Miss Midnight, if you'll take point, please? There's sure to be deer and other creatures by the droves in these parts; We'll head inland and try to sniff out something to fill the bellies back home." So saying Gargoyle turned his back on the lovely vista of sky and sea, and pointed his nose towards the only northern forest that could boast a couple of weather beaten palms at the fringes. He gestured with a paw for Midnight to go first, his intension being to fall along in step with Awaken. He did want to keep an eye on Eria, though, he'd never gone on a real hunting party with her, and wanted to see how the young woman handled herself. She'd said before that she had some skill in fighting and some in hunting, but was a master at neither. Today, Gargoyle would be making his own assessment. So far, the day seemed rather promising. GARGOYLE
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