Stone Soup
Acere
Master Fighter (275)
Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
age
13+ Years
13+ Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
131
131
player
Dragon Mod
Dragon Mod
07-04-2020, 02:43 AM
Spring had come at last, and with it, the prey was slowly returning. Acere was hot on the trail of a small herd of deer that had likely gotten lost on their way south. Since he had been patrolling nearby, he decided to track them down and not let the opportunity for food pass him by. His foxes had gone ahead to see if they could pinpoint where they were while he followed behind, keeping a bit of distance in the event they spotted him before he spotted them. The past winter season had been pretty harsh on them, but they managed to survive it and thus, he had waited to raid, too. He wasn't about to send his warriors in weak and hungry. But now that the blizzards were gone and resources were slowly returning, it was about that time, he thought. Hopefully if he was successful in this hunt, then perhaps the rest of the season would be just as fruitful. With that in mind, he hunkered closer to the ground and stalked after his prey.
"Speech"
07-07-2020, 11:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-07-2020, 11:25 AM by Askan.)
Askan once again found himself up north, having decided that the east didn't suit him at all. There were too many packs all smushed together, up close and personal, and the climate as pleasant as it was just didn't sit right with him. He was a tough and sturdy thing, built for breathing mountain air and enduring harsh climates, if he settled anywhere he was worried that it'd make him soft, weak. Maybe he was making excuses, maybe he just didn't want to stray too far into the unknown but as far as he was concerned this was the right choice to make.
But what then? Was he to just continue wandering around aimlessly in the snow? It wasn't quite as deep as it had been when he'd last roamed the north, barely reaching his ankles, but it still slowed him down a little as he trudged along, his brows furrowed in thought. He'd never been a very stealthy wolf, always stomping along with his wide, heavy paws. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the wall looming in the distance, or the group of deer who spooked at the sight of him. His ears flicked to attention as he looked over, watching them flash their white butts as they retreated out of sight. The Selwyn thought nothing of it at first, after all he hadn't been the one hunting them, but when he actually took a moment to pay attention to his surroundings his lips turned down in an obvious frown.
He wasn't alone. Just a little ways away there was a wolf, hunkered down low, clearly on the hunt. Or at least they had been. Whoops.
"Oh...My bad."
Askan actually felt a little guilty, that he'd really gone and stepped on the stranger's toes. Usually he'd try to twist logic so the fault wasn't his own, but this was a pretty clear cut case, to the point where even the stubborn Selwyn had to put his paws up and accept the blame. It was only then he took a moment to take in the sight of the stranger, a scarred pack wolf who was much larger and heavier than himself. His coat was pale with the exception of his extremities, which looked as though they'd been rubbed with coal dust, giving them a faded sooty sort of look.
"I wasn't paying attention...and yeah." He flicked his tail, gesturing to the spot where the deer had been before they'd hightailed it outta here.
Acere
Master Fighter (275)
Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
age
13+ Years
13+ Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
131
131
player
Dragon Mod
Dragon Mod
07-20-2020, 09:50 PM