If anyone knew Kaino, they would know that she loved furs. Collecting fancy, pretty skins ripped right off the backs of prey gave the lavender woman a high that many wouldn't understand. That was okay. They didn't need to understand. They just needed to show up and help her kill the damn thing.

Kaino had gathered a bunch of bodies, one being rather surprising. A big cat had come to join them hunt. Kai was leery at first, but the cat was huge. Surely it would help in bringing down the intended quarry. What were they after, you might ask? A fucking giraffe! The tall, leggy things were quite pretty, Kai thought. And wouldn't she look pretty wrapped up in one? She would!

"Okay. So the plan is to cut one of the big ones away from the rest of the herd. Once we've tired it out a bit, we'll need the bigger of you to stop it, then the rest of us can help to bring it down. Got it?" Kai made eye contact with each member of the group, then started off through the long grass towards the herd of giraffes.

"Speech"

Taiga had been carousing the plain, looking for something to kill and eat. That was when she ran into the pack of wolves... and a tiger... that had the same thing in mind. The massive lioness joined up with them. It would be easier for all involved to hunt together. Less difficulty. Less effort wasted.

The woman heading up the hunt gave instruction and Taiga nodded. Just like that, the group of six split up and began moving into the long grass. The black and white lioness disappeared into the plain, rounded ears swiveling to catch sound of the giraffes up ahead. Despite her size, she was quiet as only a cat could be. Hopefully they could all come together as one to get the job done.

"Taiga"

Ezekiel is as free as the wind blows and he is often moving from place to place as quickly as an urge strikes him. That does not mean that he is shirking the duties of his pack; far from it but, since he has found out that El has her eyes on other men… well, the jealous man-child has had to keep himself occupied so he doesn’t just around sit and stew on the fact. When Kaino had talked about going on a hunt, of course the purple marked male had eagerly agreed to help, not just because he wishes to sharpen his skills, but because he needs to take this building rage out on something.

Anger often boils through him and the urge to rip apart creatures has been growing with each passing day. With precise, measured steps, he follows the shorter fae, making sure to keep a careful eye on the two felines that have joined their little hunting party, so that none might try to hurt the Saxe members. Kaino pulls the ragtag group to a stop a fair distance from the tall, leggy giraffes and lays out the plan while Zeke watches her with keen eyes and open ears. Nodding as she questions if they understand and the male knows he is neither the tallest nor heaviest beast here so he contents himself with the chase that is to come.

Excitement flares in the man’s eyes, illuminating the dark desires that swirl in the currents of his hungry mind so that all those gathered, may see. Death will be coming for a giraffe today and its name shall be Ezekiel.


"Speech!"

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The chance to explore and see the see the world is always an exciting thing and, since Mal and Mar have been out learning skills from other packs, the Mendacium male takes every chance he can to slip away and discover new places. While crossing the plains, fortune had smiled upon him as the purple man had found a group of wolves… and felines out on a hunt. He had fallen in with them, following the smaller woman who seemed to be spearheading the operation with ease since he is used to living in a matriarchal society.

When the lady calls a halt, the man’s cerulean eyes track over to where the giraffes are, nodding as the plan is put forth. Gaze snaps back to the woman, making eye contact and bobbing his head once more to signal he understands everything. While his crystal clogged ears may have missed a few words, his mind is able to fill in the gaps and Malico knows they will be chasing one until it grows tired. Then the group splits off, wolves and felines disappearing in the long grass as they all stealthily move closer to the herd and Mal keeps alert for the signal to descend on them.


"Malico Mendacium"

Mila's keen eyes scanned the gathering, keeping close to Azoula as she was only really familiar with the tigress and she very briefly glanced over the unfamiliar faces that had joined them for this hunt. Among them, a remarkably large feline caught her attention, dwarfing even Azoula in size.

But the girl's focus swiftly returned to the one leading the hunt. Her instructions were clear and concise, outlining the strategy they would employ to take down one of the towering giraffes. She nodded in acknowledgment, her mind already mapping out the movements required to execute the plan effectively. Despite the unfamiliarity of the situation, Mila trusted in her abilities and the cohesion of the group.

As they set off through the swaying grass towards the herd of giraffes, Mila kept a watchful eye on Azoula, ensuring she stayed within the tigress's sight. With each step, she prepared herself for the chase ahead, ready to play her part in bringing down one of these tall beasts.

When Kaino proposed the idea of gathering a ragtag group of hunters, tracking down a giraffe and working in unison to poach it, she was intrigued. Of course, it wasn't surprising that the young Saxe fae wanted the exotic pelt- she’d probably wear Azoula like a fur coat too, if given the opportunity. But collecting some of their pack mates and mixing them with loners was the intriguing part of her plan- which drew Azoula in.

With Mila at her side, the tigress would follow Kaino and Ezekiel, meeting up with another wolf and oh? a massive lioness who emerged from the plains to join them. Azoulas interest in the woman was quite obvious- her volcanic gaze lingering on her massive frame, taking in the prowess that resonated from her. In truth, she was a little jealous.

Taking the lead, Kaino laid out her plan and set it in motion. Azoula nodded to Mila, giving her the ‘ok’ before she moved into the plains, sinking down into the grasses and stalking forward. The lioness had vanished into the plains, as did Azoula.

Kaino's pink nose pulsated faintly as she scented the air. With grass so tall, one had to utilize their other senses. Kaino moved as silently as possible through the long grass. They all knew which direction their prey was in, but they all had to get there first. The purple fae only hoped that the rest of the group knew how to stalk quietly. Otherwise this might very well be a waste of time.

The grass began to thin as they neared the big, open space where several giraffes grazed. One of the larger females seemed to have a bit of a bum leg. Kai could see the swelling in the joint from where she lay. Hopefully the rest of the group noticed too. If not, she was going to show them. Giving her rump a little wiggle, Kaino shot out of the grass, making a beeline towards the injured giraffe. Long legs kicked into action as the herd began to run. Kai did her best to begin cutting their quarry off from the rest of the group. They would run the giraffe towards those laying in wait and the rest would be history.

"Speech"

Taiga made her way quietly through the grasses, the rosettes upon her coat helping her to blend with the dappled sunlight and shadows. It didn't matter that she was black and the grass was brown. The wavering shadows provided a nice bit of camouflage.

It wasn't Taiga's job to run the beast down. That would be a waste of her talents. Instead, she waited within the grass while the others began to give chase. When they herded the giraffe back this way, then she would act. Until then, the woman's raspberry gaze stayed upon both their prey and the group. She watched and waited until it was her turn.

"Taiga"

The group slowly moves through the tall grass, the long stalks carefully pushed aside so as not to alert the long-legged creatures ahead. At the edge of the clearing, still hidden within the grassy depths, Ezekiel eyes the herd of giraffes and spies the same one that Kaino does and immediately knows that will be their target. Without warning, the smaller woman bursts out of her hiding spot, darting into the herd without a care in the world.

Zeke growls lowly as he pushes off, racing after Kaino to make certain that she is safe and keep the frantic animals away from her. Weaving around the startling animals, he snarls and snaps to get them the fuck away from the injured one that the group wants. Dirt flies as the giraffes’ panic, their fear becoming a heady drink and his nostrils flare as he pulls it in. A grin tears at his lips as Ezekiel joins Kai and helps to start herding the injured creature toward its death. Eyes flash with delight at the thought of the giraffe’s impending doom.


"Speech!"

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The grass sways overhead as Malico slips through the land, lithe body subtly pushing aside the stalks so as not to alert the prey to the presence of the predators. As the grass thins and the leg-legged creatures come into view, the young Mendacium man quickly scans the giraffes for their weakest link. There is a female, among their ranks, who seems to be injured and he decides that must be their target.

However, before he can look to their leader for a clue, the young woman is off and running into the herd with the other man of the group not too far behind. Never one to be left out, Mal takes off and delves into the midst of the panicking animals. Snarls and growls fill the air and he raises his voice to entwine with the others. Hooves thunder as the creature’s scatter, dirt filling the air and raining down on his purple coat as he dodges his way to where the others are.

As a group, they surround the giraffe and slowly begin to push it toward where the huge feline waits, keeping clear of flailing hooves as they go.


"Malico Mendacium"

As the giraffe's panicked strides echoed across the grassland, Mila's senses heightened, her focus sharpened on the task at hand. She moved with precision, anticipating the animal's movements and ensuring it stayed on course towards those who were waiting.

With each step, Mila's heart pounded in the rhythm of the hunt. Her muscles tensed with each leap, her body instinctively guiding the giraffe towards the trap. She could feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, fueling her determination to see the hunt through to the end.

Amid the chaos of the chase, Mila's mind remained sharp, calculating every angle and possibility. She kept her eyes on the injured giraffe, her movements fluid as she expertly manoeuvred through the terrain. With each passing moment, the distance between predator and prey narrowed, bringing them closer to their ultimate goal.

Sinking down into the underbrush, Azoula blended into the savannah effortlessly with her tawny-hued coat. Those large, saucer-shaped ears swiveled forward, pupils narrowed to slits as she peered out into the clearing. The injured giraffe must have been their target; Azoula could see the inflamed leg even from a distance, noticing the limb in its gait as he moved between trees to graze.

Kaino was the first to initiate the chase, leading the other wolves forward, as she continued in her role as ringleader. The giraffes scattered, leaving the injured one behind. Kaino and her group separated it, and herded it towards the two felines laying in wait.  

"Speech"

With half of the group on the tail of the injured giraffe, Kaino felt the confidence that came with camaraderie. She knew that the strength of the group was behind her and so she continued to fly across the savannah, hot on the heels of her quarry. The group managed to turn the giraffe and angle its flight towards the awaiting cats. A grin split Kai's face as she noted the gleaming sets of eyes between the tall blades.

When the awaiting hunters attacked, the giraffe let out a terrified bellow. It tried to skid to a halt but it was too late. The weight of the felines that had leaped upon it pulled the beast down. Avoiding the flailing legs, Kaino made her way for the throat of the beast. Slamming her body down atop its head, she locked her jaws around the giraffe's windpipe right behind its jaw. It was no easy task and she hoped that the others might use their weight to pin its neck to the ground as well. There was more than enough room for everyone to bite.

In the end, their efforts paid off. The giraffe was dead, the group was satisfied and full and Kaino would get that sweet, sweet skin. Great success.

"Speech"

Anticipation burned within the muscles of the lioness. Her powerful limbs were tensed and ready. More so when the group turned the giraffe and had it running straight for her. The Giraffe faltered as it noticed the cats waiting in the thick grass but it was too late. Hind paws pushed off and Taiga was airborne. Jaws wide, she bit into the throat of the giraffe while massive claws cut through flesh. The combined weight of herself and the sandy colored tiger brought the beast slamming down into the ground. The reverberation rattled through Taiga's bones, but she held on and refused to let go until the giraffe was good and dead.

"Taiga"

Laying in wait, Azoula’s strength was pent up like a coiled spring; her limbs tucked beneath her body, whiskers twitching with anticipation as she watched the wolves herd the massive creature across the savannah. It's so alarmed by the wolves it doesn’t notice the lioness and tigress until its too late. Following in sync with the lioness, Azoula leaps from her hiding spot with prefatory ease, gliding through the air with precision and landing on the giraffe’s side. Using her claws she leverages herself, pulling her way up its back until she can sink her greedy fangs into the back of its neck, where it forms the connection to its shoulder blades. With the combination of their weights, the giraffe starts to falter, swaying on its stilt-like appendages before it comes crashing down with an audible thump.

A cloud of dust rises in its wake, low grunts and bellows of fear resonating from it, as the wolves descend like fluters on the flailing giraffe. Everyone takes a bite, hell, some take a few. And eventually, it grows still beneath them, taking a final breath that signals their success as a group.  

"Azoula Davati"