The scent of a whitetail deer caught Flare’s attention as the day slowly sunk to evening. He had just been considering somewhere to set up for the night. A camp, something to eat, a warm fire. But the thrill of the hunt came before those pleasantries. They’d be waiting for him when he was done, regardless.

Putting the thought of a camp out of his mind for the moment, he set his mind to the scent, and started tracking. Letting it lead him across the grassy territory as he sought where the deer and its herd would be. The scent was fresh, so he knew they couldn’t be far.

Medium Prey hunt: Whitetail deer 1/3


"Speech"

Having mapped out Veteran’s Plateau for most of the day, Clove felt content with her findings. It was an odd place with ancient artifacts, but there were similarities in the items. She’d even found some swords and weapons! Not that she was a weapons kind of girl, but it was intriguing nonetheless. And she was excited to show her Father her discoveries, and see if he wanted to use any of her treasures to create new weapon designs for their warriors. She just wanted to make him proud.

Now, the sun was beginning its descent, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple. A sign to hunker down for the night. She could always find refuge in a nearby pack, if they were associates with the Hallows- but she decided to camp out on her own, for the thrill of being an adventurer.

She’d just set her treasures down, having put them in a neatly organized pile, and was preparing to start a fire in an abandoned den she found. But her belly started growling, and the scent of a deer was fresh in the air. She contemplates for a moment, and ultimately decides to track the deer, to assess it. Because she could take it down alone if it was a juvenile.


She sets out across the plains, allowing the deer’s scent to guide her.

"Clove Carpathius"

He tracked the deer through the plateau until he could finally catch a glimpse of it. Shortly after he did so, the scent of wolf trickled down to him. He glanced to his side, and saw the pale form of a smaller wolf, also tracking the deer. He set his expression into a warning, he had found this creature and intended to hunt it. She could help, but if she tried to take it herself, or hinder him, she would find a fight on her paws.

Flicking his tail in silent communication, he continued forward towards the deer. Hunkering down in the long grass to stay out of sight of his prey. His eyes shifted once more to the wolf, taking one last look to see what she was doing with this hunt.


Medium Prey hunt: Whitetail deer 2/3


"Speech"

Clove followed the deer’s scent through the plateau, using her raven companion as a second set of eyes, until she closed in on it. She found it grazing in a large clearing- one surrounded by lush underbrush and large boulders, which gave her a place to hide. Crouching down into the foliage, she watched the deer for several moments, debating her ability to take it down alone. But maybe she wouldn’t have to. On the other side of the clearing, a shimmer of deep, silver eyes caught her attention- her breath catching in her throat, as she was thrown off guard. A male wolf was here, and he was already staring at her, issuing a warning. Her ears folded back, and she sunk lower to the ground- showing him she was not here to steal the deer for herself.

But that didn’t mean they couldn’t share it.

Clove understood her strengths well- she was better suited for startling and chasing prey. She could drive the deer to the male, and let him take care of the rest. Drawing a deep breath, Clove readies herself. Then, she leaps out from her hiding spot, barking and snapping her jaws at the deer. It startles, whirls around, and starts running toward Flare.

The submissive nature of his hunting party told him all he needed to know. She would be no threat to him. It was also clear very shortly that she knew how to hunt. She startled the deer, and sent it thundering towards him. He grinned, baring fangs as he waited until it was close to where he hid in the grasses.

Once the sound of its hooves signalled it was close enough, he leaped forward. Hitting the side of the deer hard, and sending it tumbling to the earth. He dodged carefully around its dangerous hooves, and went for the throat. Digging his teeth in hard as he both suffocated it, and bled it. In moments it was dead.


Medium Prey hunt: Whitetail deer 3/3


"Speech"

Clove fulfilled her purpose in this hunt by chasing the deer toward the larger male. He must have been a well-versed hunter too- he was ready to intervene immediately, launching himself at their prey without hesitation. And quite ruthlessly at that. He went straight for its throat, creating a marled, bloodied mess out of the deer. Clove hung back for now, panting to catch her breath, while assessing the situation. And when the deer finally fell limp, she turned her attention to the large, domineering male.

And suddenly, her eyes grew wide, a sharp inhale taking her breath away. She recognized that scent. Above the smell of blood, adrenaline, and overturned soil, was the scent of The Syndicate. Sworn enemies of her Father’s kingdom. Her ears felt flat out of reflex, and Clove stepped back, trying to gravitate back toward the underbrush. She wanted to disappear back into the night, and get as far away as possible from the potentially dangerous wolf.

-Exit unless stopped-

"Clove Carpathius"