lets try this one more time
insomnia pack hunt
Ghoul stands on the crest of a rolling hill. The summer breeze is ruffling his fur. Warmth from the bright sun overhead spreads across his back. He's finally getting back into shape. Into the man he was before he had had all of his legs broken. There is a confidence that is slowly seeping back into him that he missed. This would be a perfect opportunity to stretch his legs and show the others how to really do a hunt. Sprawled out in front of him is that same herd of giraffe they had attempted to hunt before but unfortunately had been unsuccessful in doing so. From what he can see, there is a baby lingering toward the back, nearly hidden from sight by the adults. They graze on nearby trees and roam lazily as if they had not a care in the world. Unfortunately for them, that was about to change. "We'll go for the baby at the back. I'll take lead, try to get to it quickly," Ghoul starts, turning his head to look at the rest of the group. "I need a few to chase and keep the adults away. The rest can help me take the baby down," he waits to see who will step up for the challenge. |
Warning: If anyone dares to fuck with Cricket, their pups, or Macabre, you will be answering to him.
"Speech!"
Mac was proud of his brother; the man had gone from having all four of his limbs broken to getting himself up and moving again. Man, times had changed; Ghoul was stronger, faster, and better than ever. Plus he was like, a really important ranking or something too - so that was yet another of his many achievements Mac would applaud him for, time and time again. The sun beat down on his own chaotic pelt as he approached after Ghoul, scanning the pack of giraffes and the baby that lingered at the back.
When Ghoul inquired to their group as to who wished to perform which role, Mac softly raised his paw, careful not to cause too much noise to interrupt the animals they intended to hunt. "Ooh! I'll help you get the baby Ghoul! Me!" He whispered eagerly. His tail swept excitedly back and forth behind him as he glanced upwards at the rose-pelted male, awaiting his signal and for him to dole out more roles for the others that were present.
Redrum, his vermillion fur catching the sunlight as he stood amongst his companions, listened intently to Ghoul's plan as the seasoned hunter surveyed their quarry from the crest of the hill. He felt like a rather big target with his bright coat… but perhaps that was going to be to their advantage here.
As Ghoul outlined their strategy, Redrum's muscles tensed with determination. He knew that this hunt would test their mettle, but he was ready to rise to the challenge. With a nod of agreement, he stepped forward, offering his assistance in chasing and diverting the attention of the adult giraffes, knowing that their success depended on coordinated teamwork. “Red. Good– distraction.”
His gaze flickered briefly to the hidden baby giraffe, its innocence stark against the backdrop of the grazing herd. Redrum steeled himself for the task at hand. This was another opportunity to prove himself, to demonstrate his growing prowess at his young age. With a silent resolve, Redrum awaited the signal to begin, his heart pounding with anticipation as they prepared to launch their coordinated assault on the unsuspecting herd.
Redrum speaks in third person, known as illeism.
He deals with neurological issues from head trauma,
Causing disruptions in speech and movement,
Making him appear twitchy, with uncontrollable tics affecting every muscle.
Assume he isn't wearing his skull mask unless specified.
Ripper
Reaper
Master Fighter (265)
Expert Hunter (140)
Berserker
1 Year
Male
177
Dragon Mod
The call for a hunt intrigued the young boy, and so he made his way to where Ghoul had called. He crept along, tucking himself into the foliage as he did his best to mimic stalking his prey...though as he drew closer and saw the long necks of the giraffes in the near distance, his attention was immediately drawn. "OOOhhh!" Okay, that was something he definitely wanted to get in on! Making his way to the group, he made it in time to hear of Ghoul's plan, seemingly soulless eyes brimming with excitement as he came up beside Red, roughly bumping his shoulder in brotherly fashion. "Ripper wants to help with the big ones!"
“Ripper wants to talk!”
You're not feeling so well...
Medusa
Wraith
Master Fighter (699)
Master Hunter (325)
Saboteur
Bloodletter
7 Years
Female
211
Dragon Mod